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The Spring Festival of 2009 came very peacefully.

The family rules of the Liu family may be far away and smelly. Liu Wenhu, the heroic mother, went to Nanjing to visit the prison only two days ago. Of course, this New Year’s Eve is not so good. Every day, I see him with a crooked nose and squinting. No more samples.

On the sixth day of the sixth day, Liu Wenhu couldn't bear it anymore. He looked at the calendar with his mobile phone, looked forward to the stars and the moon, and looked forward to the red sun on the eighth day.

The mistress of the Liu family looked at her own son's sluggish appearance, and cursed bitterly: "He's 30 years old, and I don't see you bringing two little girls back to see you. Your mother and I are not as good as those who raise pigs at the entrance of the village." , then if you go out for a stroll, you can still get two hundred yuan for nutrition, you, you are wasting my food at home, and wasting my face when you go out."

Liu Wenhu listened to the first eight big ones. If he had that literary quality, he must write a book. The title of the book is "Three Aunts and Six Wives Are Disasters". Breeding, when I was two years old, would you let me go out to breed? You lost at the starting line, so you can't rely on me."

When the first day of the eighth day arrived, Liu Wenhu rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and rolled to the train station half an hour early—ah, the capital of freedom, ah, Nanjing.

There are not many hairy people in the office after the Chinese New Year. Sister Wang and her gang have taken their annual leave. The general manager has not come back from abroad. It can be said that he is the happiest in the year.

Liu Wenhu picked up two mouthfuls of snacks, and didn't know what kind of puffed food it was, anyway, it was quite tasty, and I always felt that something was missing today.

It was only when I looked at the calendar on the table in the afternoon that I remembered that a circle was drawn on February 2th, and it said Lantern Festival.

It turned out that Luo Yuqian hadn't been seen.

Liu Wenhu slumped on the chair, couldn't help envious of Luo Yuqian's vacation, turned around and thought of the old lady scolding him for being inferior to a pig at home, feeling sour and angry: "Boss Qin, I'm hurt!"

Qin Zhen scolded from a distance at the other end of the work station: "Don't fucking delay my social security calculation!"

Oh, thank God, the bonus was about to be distributed, and Liu Wenhu's life was extended in an instant, so he picked up his phone and sent a text message to Luo Yuqian: What do you want to eat when you turn back, brother treat you.

After a while, Luo Yuqian wrote back: Thank you brother for your concern. I will come to work the day after tomorrow and bring me special products.

With tears in his eyes, Liu Wenhu held up his mobile phone and leaned in front of Qin Zhen: "Did you see it, a small padded jacket, a large one, the kind that is thickened and heated, with far red veins."

Qin Zhen rolled his eyes, turned on his mobile phone and dialed, and found Luo Yuqian's MMS New Year's greetings: Brother Qin, Happy New Year, I wish you all the best, and please try my hometown's specialties in the next year!Attached is a photo of the mountain.

Liu Wenhu said angrily: "Okay, just be the oil lover in our office and warm you and me."

There is not much work for a few days after the new year, and all the people are reminiscing about the aftertaste of the Spring Festival, and stockholders are no exception.

The whole office arrives late and leaves early quietly, completely achieving a harmonious society.

As an intern, Luo Yuqian didn't have the guts to fish. Liu Wenhu and Qin Zhen took a moment to think about it, and it was their duty to teach the college students the first social lesson. So after the market closed on February 2, Liu Wenhu took Luo Yuqian to the master temple.

When they arrived at the Qinhuai Archway, Liu Wenhu was dumbfounded, and Luo Yuqian was also dumbfounded.

There are too many people here.

However, they quickly and calmly accepted the fact that China is the No. 1 most populous country in the world.

Luo Yuqian looked very excited, his whole face flushed with joy in the crowd.Look left and right, every store wants to go in and walk around.The small market inside the Confucius Temple was overcrowded. Those who sold lamps, rain flower stones, small toys, and even the door selling Longquan swords were surrounded by many people.

Seeing him so happy, Liu Wenhu said sourly: "When I spend money, I know to find your brother, and I don't send a MMS during the Chinese New Year."

Luo Yuqian was stunned for a while, then remembered, and rubbed his hands together embarrassedly: "Brother, MMS is 5 cents apiece."

When Liu Wenhu heard this, he became even more sour, why is he not worth fifty cents?Liu Wenhu stretched out his big hand, ready to work on site, and invited Comrade Xiao Luo to enjoy a meal during the Lantern Festival.

Luo Yuqian hurriedly begged for mercy: "Brother, Brother Qin in our office is in charge of the money!"

Liu Wenhu suddenly understood, and then he laughed: "You still think about this!"

Luo Yuqian nodded: "The village chief said that Brother Qin is the God of Wealth, so he should pay tribute."

Liu Wenhu joked: "What about the tribute? The whole village gathers together?"

It happened that they were crowded to the entrance of the Gongyuan by the crowd at this moment, and Luo Yuqian memorized a poem: "Wild grass and flowers by the Zhuque bridge, and the setting sun is slanting at the entrance of Wuyi alley."

Liu Wenhu recalled the floor plan of the Confucius Temple, and said, "It seems to be at the other end." They first had to cross the bridge crowded with people, and then they could see Bird Clothes Lane, and that well, which is quite famous.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, people were talking and laughing loudly and happily, children were carrying paper lanterns, and the air was filled with a satisfying sweet smell.

The house was painted with vermilion lacquer, and the floor was paved with bluestone bricks. Watching the moon rise gradually, Liu Wenhu suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if the night and moonlight had all shone into the bottom of his heart. in.

He stood on the bridge, enjoying the moment of complete silence, watching a firework suddenly reflected on the sparkling water, and then he heard people's cheers echoing in his ears—the firework had started.

Liu Wenhu came back to his senses, and hurriedly looked for Luo Yuqian, it was all right, he was in a daze, and lost the child.Liu Wenhu walked away, and the aunt in front of him walked slowly with her grandson, holding him back so that he couldn't walk a meter and a half in three steps, and rushed to the side in a hurry, but he bumped into the person without hesitation, and knocked his head on the person who came On his chin, the pain caused Liu Wenhu to burst into tears. When he saw the person coming, he was so scared that he didn't take a breath--Lu Xingmai's face was pale and pale, and his eye sockets were sunken. At first glance, he looked like a skeleton. Liu Wenhu The voice was raised twice, probably because Comrade Throat also wanted to strengthen himself: "You fucking did it?"

Lu Xingmai raised the corner of his mouth, and grinned with an extremely cheeky expression.

Liu Wenhu thumped in his heart, it was going to be bad.

Lu Xingmai said: "My mother is also your condolences?"

Liu Wenhu quickly gave himself two slaps in his heart, how could it be fixed, should this Buddha hide or not, but every time he provoked it, he got angry.

Sure enough, Lu Xingmai pinched his neck like he was carrying a kitten, and said, "I broke a piece of my chin, and knocked off a piece of something. You can pay for it."

He was still holding a box of stinky tofu in his hand, half of which had been spilled, and two toothpicks were poked on the few remaining ones, which looked a bit like a gentle scum.

Liu Wenhu thought to himself, a box of stinky tofu only costs a few dollars, why is Lu Xingmai so picky.

In fact, Lu Xingmai just teased Liu Wenhu casually, now he stopped and concentrated on picking up the box of stinky tofu for observation.

Liu Wenhu wanted to leave, but he was thin-skinned and stopped.Then I saw this man holding a box of stinky tofu towards the moon, which was more powerful than watching him twist like a maggot on the boat last time.

Liu Wenhu couldn't hold back, and asked, "Gentlemen, what are you looking at?"

Lu Xingmai just said: "What kind of person would you say would eat this thing, such a stinky thing, and it tastes so delicious."

"Then don't just buy it. You're still so pretentious when you buy it. How can you be so used to it?" Liu Wenhu rolled his eyes, reached out and took a stick and put a piece into his mouth, chew it, chew it, swallow it, um, the taste is still there Good.

Lu Xingmai's eyes widened, his jaw was about to drop.

Liu Wenhu curled his lips and said, "Look at..." Fuck, a sharp pain came from his stomach, as if someone kicked him so hard that his internal organs were about to fall apart.His head was suddenly covered with cold sweat, and he looked at Lu Xingmai's astonished face: "It hurts..."

Lu Xingmai yelled "stupid" and reached out to pat Liu Wenhu's back: "Spit it out!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Liu Wenhu had passed out.

When Liu Wenhu opened his eyes, his first thought was: the ceiling is so yellow.

He was dizzy, and propped himself up to sit up. He didn't know this place, so he was unavoidably flustered.

The plaster on the wall has turned yellow, and it looks like an old building.There are several large wardrobes in the room, made of mahogany, the patterns are not very complicated, but the style is extremely simple.A writing desk in the corner and the small cabinet by the bed are new furniture, but it looks like it has been around for a while.What is a bit abrupt is the footstep carpet on the ground, which turned out to be a cartoon.Looking carefully, there are many small cartoon things on the table, such as pens, notebooks, shelves and bags.

There was a Donald Duck cup on the bedside table, which was half full of water. Liu Wenhu took a sip by touching it, but he couldn't hold it steady and fell to the ground.

Hearing the noise, Lu Xingmai hurried in to check, took a broom and dustpan to clean up the bottom, and then sat down beside Liu Wenhu's bed.

Liu Wenhu's head hurts and stomach hurts at the moment, and he doesn't know whether it's from the pain or from the combination of Donald Duck and Lu Xingmai. When he saw Lu Xingmai, he didn't feel confused anymore, and asked in a low voice, "Where am I?"

Lu Xingmai helped him back up, gritted his teeth and looked at this little bastard, after causing him trouble and damning his favorite cup: "My family!"

Liu Wenhu pursed his round eyes, he remembered that he passed out after eating a piece of stinky tofu from Lu Xingmai: "Did you send me to the hospital?"

Lu Xingmai couldn't wait to hammer him: "Would it be useful to send him to the hospital?"

Liu Wenhu was very unhappy when he heard his words: "Then can it be useful at home?"

Lu Xingmai snorted: "It works at home."

Liu Wenhu rolled his eyes: "Can you have some common sense? You are a policeman, not a doctor."

Lu Xingmai was amused by the word police: "Police? Me?"

Liu Wenhu was puzzled: "Aren't you working in Guoan? Liu Jiayu said it."

That's true, Lu Xingmai nodded.

Liu Wenhu was a little embarrassed: "Hurry up and take me to the hospital."

Lu Xingmai said coldly: "It's useless to go to the hospital, you're not sick."

Liu Wenhu didn't buy it: "I'm not sick, I have a headache, my stomach hurts, my calf hurts, and I passed out in the city!"

Lu Xingmai thought he was noisy: "I know."

Liu Wenhu thought to himself, can it be a trivial matter even if I have passed out, so I rushed to the doctor, I don't want to die young yet.

Seeing him fussing on the bed, Lu Xingmai finally explained angrily: "You are poisoned, you know, the one from Nanyang, lower your head, understand?"

Liu Wenhu was stunned, what's going on, acting in a martial arts novel?

Lu Xingmai sighed, as if he had made great determination, and then slowly uttered a sentence: "I am a cultivator."