【Historical Live Broadcast】Watching videos and being seen by our ancestors

[Henan version of sour literature: In a dark corner, he held her slender waist tightly with red eyes, and said indignantly: "Is it right or not? I just want to ask you whether it is right or not"]

[Hebei Suanse Kedeng Literature: The hero met the heroine who was studying and working while eating Anhui beef noodles, and they fell in love at first sight. The hero pursued the heroine, but she rejected him.

The male protagonist was unwilling to accept this and ran up to ask, "Why?" The female protagonist burst into tears and said, "I am from Hengzhong, a boarding school, so we can't meet."】

[Sichuan version of sour literature: "Brother, I want to ask you one question, just one question." She stared at him stubbornly, letting the heavy rain pour down, and still persisted in wanting an answer.

He pulled up the eye-catching micro-fractional cover and hid the ticket in his hand. The panda's head was unwilling to be lonely and looming between his fingers. "Sister, tell me." Don't make it official with that yellow-haired guy yesterday. He just bought the ticket.

She was a little shy: "Although it's a bit presumptuous, I still asked in advance... Brother, are you straight?"

[Shandong version of sour literature: probably, for the morning reading on May 5.20, the male protagonist will quietly get up early and wait for the female protagonist to pass by under a poplar tree with an English vocabulary book.

The two of them were walking quickly on the campus, one after the other. They couldn't stop because they wanted to see the chilly spring weather. The moment they saw the dean of studies downstairs of the teaching building, they ran even faster.

It might be the arts class on the third floor and the science class on the fourth floor, or maybe even earlier, it was her molecular orbitals and his cold and warm ocean currents, but the most likely thing was when he wanted to call her out of class to chat, her classmate said, "No, she said she had to sleep."

"Qingdao Kodeng Literature: The hero's lips curled up slightly, and he lifted the heroine's chin: Little girl, will you follow me? From now on, if you want to drink beer, drink beer, and if you want to eat Gala, eat Gala!

The heroine smiled contemptuously: "Da Ge, you are still a little sister in my village. You little biang bastard still wants to tease me, get out of here."

"Yancheng Kodeng Literature has joined the battle.

On a cold winter morning, under the dim street lights, the heroine rode an electric scooter to school. The pink kitten windshield quilt whistled against her legs in the wind, but could not provide any warmth.

I hurried to the classroom and suddenly found a bag of warm egg pancakes on the table, carefully without coriander, two sausages and a string of meat slices, with a rich mixture of pickled mustard and dried shrimps.

She shyly glanced at the male protagonist who was catching up on his sleep in the back seat, and recalled his heroic appearance when he helped her stop a vehicle driving illegally on the road and yelled "Lang Di Ma, you second son have no eyes" and "Fine twenty dollars, you little bastard", and she smiled sweetly.

He told her, "On the one-month holiday, we will go to Moon Bay to see the sea, to the wetlands to see cranes, and to the mudflats to see deer. I swear to the big bronze horse, you are the only one in my life."

Even if I take the first mock test twice, the second mock test twice, and the third mock test twice, the Nantong and Nanjing papers will only tear my brain apart, but will never destroy my soul that loves you. "

" Fujian sour literature, the hero and the heroine met while burning incense in a temple, so the hero ran to throw a cup to ask the Bodhisattva whether the heroine liked him, and the Bodhisattva gave the answer that she didn't like him.

But the hero still wanted to be with the heroine. As a result, after they went through so many difficulties to be together, the heroine broke up with the hero.

Because the hero has three sisters and he is the youngest son, the hero's mother requires the heroine to give birth to a boy."

"When will we have some enhanced version of Hebei sour literature, where the heroine says to the male protagonist, Jingye Prince: "It's so close, so beautiful, let's go to Hebei Lei on the weekend""

"Xinjiang sour literature, the hero pushed the heroine into a corner, his tall nose pressed against the heroine's face: Hey friend, are you dating someone?"

“What is Nanchang Sour Literature?

Yes: When I went to buy breakfast in the morning, I found that the clay pot soup was gone, even the longan meat pie soup was gone, so I had to settle for a bowl of mixed noodles. It turned out that there was no salted vegetables, dried radish, or peanuts in the mixed noodles.

I could only go and buy soup dumplings, but they only had leavened ones. They were too sour and astringent, and my whole day was ruined.”

The ancestors of various regions thought that our sour literature was so outrageous, and there was no decent way? Each one looks so crazy! It's a bit embarrassing, not sure, let's take a look.

The areas not mentioned by Tianmu are a bit sobering and a bit regrettable. So many places have been mentioned, why only ours was left out? Was it intentional or accidental by later generations? They can’t have just forgotten us, right? Haha [using a smile to cover up embarrassment]!

The ancestors of Nanjing mainly played a sky-high plot, so even if we don't tell the story ourselves, we have to make up a decent one: the sour literature of Nanjing is about a male protagonist taking his newlywed wife to buy his favorite roast duck. They turned around several streets before finding the most authentic roast duck shop. As a result, when they arrived at the door of the shop, they met the owner of the roast duck shop who was about to close.

After begging the boss to open the shop in vain, he became furious and said to the sky: Oh God, I just want to eat roast duck, why are you playing tricks on me like this!

Sometimes, missing something may just happen in a split second. ——From a heavy Nanjing roast duck addict.