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enjoy oneself so much as to forget to go home

Author: Between two pots

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Update time 20 12-7-3 2 1:00:49 words: 10557.

Wander, wander

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The house in my hometown has been sold to Yunxi for five years. This is my first time to go back.

After dropping the window glass, the car slowly drove into the bay, and several dogs chased after it and barked. The villagers recognized me and shouted in surprise, shouting and kicking at the dogs. I got off the bus intermittently on the terrace and held out my hand for everyone to hold eagerly.

A child tried to touch the car with his finger, but was frightened by an adult's exclamation.

I opened all the car doors and waved angrily: "fix it, disperse it, do whatever you want, as long as you don't use missiles!" " "

Yunxi asked what brand the car was, and I simply said, "Audi V6, less than1100,000." The villagers were dumbfounded, so I threw my car keys on the shabby low wooden table in Yunxi.

In the evening, I ate a big pot of rice in the courtyard of Shao Ping, and there was a pot of stewed eel with ten bowls of old cucumber in the middle of the square table.

Inadvertently glancing at the air, I vaguely felt that there seemed to be something missing in the west: "Is there a locust tree?"

"Remember that tree? It has been cut for four or five years. Brother Jiang's paralyzed girl died under the tree, and so did all his family. The tree was unlucky, so it was cut down. "

"There seems to be a green slate."

"You really didn't ungrateful, remember that slate! Jiang Quange threw it into the horse and river. Drink and drink! " The villagers squeezed through to propose a toast to me and gave me an eel tube.

It was getting late, and I returned to my old house under Yunxi's name. Or I slept in the room of 18. Wooden bed, new sheets laid by Yunxi's daughter-in-law, exudes mellow autumn sun and My Sweetie's lovesickness.

Lying in bed, listening to the sound of the night, searching through the cracks in the wall. ...