Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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"Bullet?" At this time, Fan Xiu is like a girl who dreams. After waking up, she finds that she still sleeps on the firewood in the kitchen. Some annoyedly lowers her voice and asks Wuzhu.

Wu Zhu’s answer is very honest, but it makes people feel good when they listen: “What is a bullet?”

Fan Xianqi, had to give Wu Zhushu a description of the appearance, size, length, and usage of the bullet, and then looked forward to saying: "Do you see the mother used this thing?"

Wuzhu shook his head: "I said, I forgot some things." When Fan was slightly disappointed, Wu Zhu suddenly said: "But I remember what you said, it seems that it is useless, so When you take you away, they are thrown into the cellar of Taiping’s courtyard."

Fan’s temperament has already been exercised very calmly and calmly, but when I heard this, I still couldn’t help but want to rush to hold this cute nephew to kiss me.

There is a letter in the second box of the box. The seal of this box is very good, so Fan gently played a thin letter and no dust fell.

"五竹启"

Fan Xian’s heart did not know what it was. The original box was not reserved for himself, but left to the person around him. He smiled a little and handed the letter to Wuzhu, which seemed to have forgotten that the other party was a blind man.

Wu Zhu refused to accept it, and said coldly: "Miss let me see, but also to tell you, you look directly."

Fan smiled, teared open the envelope, and then began to read. After reading a few lines, his face became a bit sorrowful. Originally thought that the box is a suicide note, it is really a very creative thing. I couldn’t help but look down on my mother’s means. I didn’t expect to see this letter, only to find that the woman named Ye Qingmei’s eyebrows really had a sigh of relief.

The writing is not very beautiful, it is much worse than the words of the younger sister, and even looks a bit rough and sloppy, and the tone in the letter is very strange. And the words inside are not spoken. I don't think it is written at the same time.

"Lovely little bamboo. Pro... my sister really likes you. I want to introduce you to the house wife many times. As a result, you are always cold. Old lady, I am... gentle, gentle, old sister, I am really Angry. You go to the temple to fight. I guess you still can't win, and you have to escape like a dog. So write something to make fun of you."

Fan Xian saw this sentence, could not help but glanced at Wuzhu, to think of such a handsome master-level master, where is the shadow of a dog? The letter went on to write:

"What about me? When you left, you gave some aphrodisiac to others. If you succeeded, you just don't know if you will have a baby daughter or a buddy son in the future. This box is the only thing I left in this world." Something, Lao Mao said, his life has actually affected the place on the edge of Beijing, remember. The old lady also said that the old lady came to the world, but in fact it just left such a box."

I saw two words and two words of the son. Fan Xian almost fell off the stool, his own life is not only bizarre, but also quite romantic, but unfortunately the letter did not say clearly who the object of borrowing, this is a great question in the heart of today.

The following is the mother of Fan Xiu, who used to leave the original words in the world:

"Is it sad? Probably there is no other person in the world who can open this box except you. Who has given me such gentleness and kindness to teach you five strokes that are useless in this world? Cute little bamboo and bamboo dolls Ah, the old lady really wants to hold you to sleep, you come back soon."

"I put the box back in the old place. You should know where it is. Hey, if you open the box and see the letter, then of course you know where it is, and the old lady seems to say nonsense again."

"I am just curious now, will I have a daughter or a son? If it is a daughter, if it is a son, it should be his turn to have a headache, and the man's ambition is too big, the ghost knows what to do."

"Okay, okay, I admit that my ambition is also great, but I want to make the world a better place. Is it a good wish for a small woman to describe the child with ambition?"

“Why do you feel that you are writing a last word? Go to tmd, hey, it’s too unlucky.”

"Well, who knows? Just let go of it, anyway, write it down, remember, this is not a broken gun, big knife cut ants, no strength. After reading this letter, ruin this box. Don't let the world's idlers know the radiant life of the aging mother, they don't deserve it."

"The old lady has been here, seen, played, worked as the richest man, killed the prince, pulled the beard of the old emperor, and through the sunshine of the world, it is unreasonable, and the partial mother disdains, how? My baby Daughter, ah, ah, I don’t think I can afford to toss, and it’s good to live in peace.”

"Oh... can I go back to that world after I am old?"

"Dad, Mom, I miss you very much."

"Small bamboo, in fact, you don't understand what I said, you don't know where I came from. I am lonely, this world is coming, but I am still alone."

"I am lonely."

"The old lady is very lonely."

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After reading the letter, Fan was silent for a long time, then smiled and asked softly: "Mother is not a person in this world, do you remember?"

Wu Zhu said slowly, "I seem to remember a little."

"Mother said that you were going to fight with the people at the temple. Is it that battle that caused you to lose some of your memory?" Fan's hand slowly slipped on the edge of the box.

"should be."

"If you don't have the memory of the husband's husband, this box should be opened by you. After you open it, will you tell me all about it?"

"probably not."

"Yeah." Fan nodded. "I guess so. Maybe you will find a small village that nobody knows, and then grow up with me." His face smiled: "Maybe that. The days are not bad."

He then sighed. Shakelessly shook his head and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, nothing can be done from the beginning."

"Why don't you be curious that I can open this box?" Fan Xian teased Wuzhu and wanted to see that he knew that he was also the soul of another world.

"Why should I be curious?" Wuzhu is still very calm, but suddenly she feels that the young master and the young lady are very boring human beings.

Fan Xian felt that he was an idiot and asked: "Is her death related to the temple?"

"do not know."

Fan is silent for a while. Then continue to look at the box. On the last layer of the box, a piece of paper was placed on it. He scored a difference between the inside and outside. This layer should be very thin. The strip was removed and looked at it. But it stopped. I saw the note on it:

"Hey, if it's Wuzhu. After seeing the letter, you should immediately destroy the box. You still want to continue watching. Honestly, who are you? How did you open this box?"

The mother is really a person with a crystal heart and heart. Fan Xian lost his mind for a while, and he replied: "I am your son." Naturally, she could not hear this answer.

The note is short and there are not too many words written on it. Finally, just a warning.

"It is estimated that my niece is my son. The following things will come back when you make a life, remember!"

Look at that exaggerated exclamation mark. Looking at the hollow circle below the exclamation mark, the mother was killed, cautiously warned, Fan Xian did not dare to follow, very honestly posted the note back.

"I went out for a walk." Fan Xian said such a sentence to Wuzhu, he left the house, bowed his head and walked into the rain of early autumn night. The box is safe with the five bamboos, but he is not worried.

Waiting for the vanity of some of the decadent figure disappeared into the rain, Wuzhu slowly came out of the corner, and some wood sat down to the table. His fingers stroking in the box and on the gun on the table, then fell on the letter, his fingers gently swaying back and forth on the envelope, not knowing what was thinking.

A slight rustling sounded between the fingers and the stationery, and the rustling sounded between the rain and the grass.

The house was dark, and the five bamboos were sitting next to a box. The black cloth on the face was soft and the face showed a very gentle look.

Fan Xian walked alone on the street in the rainy night, letting the rain wash his face and drench his body. There was a smile on his face, and it turned into a sorrow in a moment. After a while, it was calm. I don't know how many kinds of doubts. At this time, he fermented, intertwined and collided in his heart.

Ye Xiaomei, this dazzling name, seems to have entered his life and entered his mind until today. He has understood a lot of things at this time, where his mother came from and what he has done in this world.

Grandma’s grandmother said that before the father’s reign, the two most likely to receive the emperor’s throne should be the two princes. The two princes died in some ridiculous murder cases.

After reading the letter, Fan Xian naturally knew that the two princes who were always guarding against the assassination were killed under the sniper rifle.

In other words, the Qing family of the Qing Dynasty relies entirely on the mother to have this world. The mother built Qingyutang and set up the supervision institute, providing the most fundamental thing for the country's strength.

It can even be said that there is no such thing as a person who has a leaf and an eyebrow.

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