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"Fuck you bitch, it's just a group of pure men here. I'm just talking about how that nerd is as coy as a bitch."

"He is a scholar, spoiled and spoiled, maybe even his skin is as tender as tofu, yes, maybe even tenderer than a woman, wine master, you said that bookworm bought in the West Alley to be like a nun, that rouge, red When you wear your skirt, you don't know how much water you have compared to those old bitches..."

"Do you still have the principles of heaven in your eyes?" Xiaojiu looked at the beggar viciously, and the beggar laughed and said, "Master, I'll just talk, just talk."

"You can't talk about this matter. The wine master doesn't like to hear it." Xiaojiu turned over, turned over from the divine case cleverly, and walked away, squeezing towards the crowd of people in the center of the temple.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

In the open space in the middle of the ruined temple, a circle was piled up with large and small stones, and a small tower was built with wood inside. People scattered in the temple could not help but pick up their own things and sit around the pile of stones , forming a circle, with small wine in the middle, holding a wine jug, shaking it, and the spirits in the jug made a rattling sound.The worms crawled out of the lured drunkard's stomach.

Xiaojiu raised the fire primer in his hand, and under the eyes of everyone, he threw it at the pile of wood, and the small sparks fell on the dry dry grass piled below, slowly expanding, and the sparks gradually devoured the wood. Kindling, beating slowly, those eyes looking at the spark in the center, like it was their heart.

At a certain time, Xiaojiu gently pours the wine in the pot around the sparks, and sprinkles the sweet wine on hay and wood. When the small flame touches the strong wine, it is like a drunken horse, and instantly There was a crackling sound, and it jumped up, burning violently.All the people cheered together at this time.

The wine was almost poured, and he poured the last drop of wine into his mouth, wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, looked around, and announced loudly: "Today's banquet has officially started, everyone have fun."

The firelight illuminates every face rosy and bright. Those beggars who usually bow their heads and beg in the street are like distinguished guests coming to a banquet, enjoying themselves, singing and dancing, or singing songs from their hometown. The local accent is still the same, and it hasn’t changed. When I sing that song, I seem to be able to recall the watery girl who sent me away under the tree at the entrance of the village to go into the rivers and lakes. Those eyes are reluctant to let go, and the familiar voice is repeated again and again. How many children are old in the world, but at that time, they were young and energetic, and they didn't know the vicissitudes of life in the world, and they never looked back.I don't know what's wrong with that woman, is she married, has she had a child, does she still remember herself, but now when she sings that song again, she is already disappointed.Or play around with those restless children, the older you get, the more you live.

Xiaojiu was eating peanuts in the crowd, drinking Xiaojiu, and smiling heartily. He occasionally turned his head and saw the shivering scholar shivering in the corner. He is a Buddha made of gold, shining brightly, placed in such a ruined temple, people sigh, what a waste!

Mo Congming seems to be the kind of person who has been pampered and pampered all his life, a scholar who memorizes Tang poetry and Song Ci, four books and five classics, does not work hard, does not distinguish five grains, and does not have to worry about livelihood.But now he is wearing tattered beggar clothes, living under such a dilapidated temple, hungry and thirsty, perhaps worse than such a self-sufficient beggar.Xiaojiu couldn't express any feelings in his heart.

The scholar never came, and Xiaojiu didn't bother to go there to invite him again. Xiaojiu felt that if a person couldn't even take the initiative to pursue what he wanted, and ended up making himself unhappy because of this, he deserved it, and he must not blame others.The fire is here, but the scholar refuses to come because of face, and he can't be wronged if he dies.

Xiao Jiu threw a peanut to a very high place, then opened his mouth wide, waiting for it to fall into his own mouth.After a long time, I didn't see it fall. I opened my eyes and saw the old naughty boy with the golden hook hanging upside down on the beam, smiling mischievously, with his mouth agitated. Needless to say, the peanuts were all in his mouth.

Xiaojiu smiled evilly, took out a handful of peanuts from the paper bag, and threw them on together, the stars were dotted, and the bào pear flower needles were not so scary, the old urchin kept dodging on the beam, saying he was going to die, he was going to die shouted.

The noise lasted for a long time, but Mo Congming never came over.The fire was slowly extinguished. After burning, the red flame danced unsteadily on the black charred wood, making crackling sounds from time to time. Everyone returned to their positions and fell asleep. It was still lively just now. The temple, which was constantly laughing and laughing, fell silent in an instant.The rain outside is about to stop, and the sound of drips falling on the ground has become sparse, and tomorrow, when the sun sets, they will all go out to beg for a living.The status is humble, but still laughing and dancing, there is wine today, if you get drunk, forget it, get up tomorrow, and order more.

The impulsiveness of the children hadn't passed, and they pulled Xiaojiu to ask him miscellaneous questions.Xiaojiu ate peanuts, drank Xiaojiu, and answered every question.Whether it is the legend of wild history, heard or heard, it is vividly interpreted in Xiaojiu's mouth, making the children around him listen with gusto.