v3 Chapter 918： I am rich (on)

The night wind is cool and cool, but in the summer's tail season, it makes people feel very comfortable. After all, they have just experienced the baptism of the hot summer. At this time, for most people, they are still willing to let the "cold" come. More violent.

A young man slowly climbs up the mountain step by step, and there is a money turtle on his shoulder, where it is as stable as a mountain.

The more you walk towards the top of the mountain, the more fresh the surrounding air is, and this freshness is not an ordinary elevation factor, but because the surrounding aura also begins to become rich.

The man can clearly perceive that the turtle that only sleeps on his shoulder is slightly excited here. It is a pity that it has just passed the spirituality. For the time being, he still does not know how to practice. He only knows how to swallow a belly. After going round and going to sleep, it seems that this stupid practice wants to cultivate the doorway to estimate that I don’t know what year and month to wait, but fortunately, the turtle lives longer.

For it, the man did not put any effort into it, and it was no different from the pets raised by ordinary people. However, as the saying goes, one person has to go to the heavens and the things that can always be with him. As long as it is not stupid and hopeless, it will change a bit. .

Just like this money turtle.

Reaching out and taking off a banana leaf.

"what!…………"

Gently stretched out, the man was extraordinarily lazy, his temperament at this time, quite an ancient celebrity.

Of course, in ancient times, looks and temperament were also one of the thresholds for entering the career. Especially in the period when the imperial examinations were not perfected, I wanted to be an official who wanted to satisfy my "progress" requirements, or let her own mother or The old man gave birth to a disease and then smothered his parents to filial piety. Or he waited for a big man to pass the poss in advance, even if it was a cold winter, you had to stand in a light shirt, while chopping blood while playing a fan was called a celebrity.

However, the temperament of a man is indeed a fake, even if it is an audience, it is difficult to deliberately create a temperament that does not belong to oneself. These things are deep into the bone marrow after all.

When the man reached the top of the mountain, another middle-aged man appeared, and the image of the two instantly formed a sharp contrast.

Because the other person was shirtless with his upper body, holding a shovel in his hand to shovel back and forth, the soil that was shoveled was then filled back by him, and he went back and forth, and it seemed to be tireless and boring. .

The young man squatted beside him, so he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and did this kind of brainless thing.

After watching it for half an hour, the young man was a little tired, and he couldn’t stand it.

"I said Lao Yan, have you been like this for two days? I have regretted not buying some seeds when I was down the mountain. The land on this hill has been plowed by you. It is a pity to not plant something."

Yan Huihong stunned and frowned. It seemed that he had been shovel for so long, but he felt that he had just passed for a while, turned his head and looked at the tower sitting on the other side, then his eyes focused. On Wang Ba, who was on the shoulder of the tower, smiled:

"Your pet is getting more and more strange."

"Crap, the last time Laozi's support was good, how much effort was spent, and the result was sucked by the guy. Now I have seen it, and raising a small turtle is also very worry-free.

By the way, you discovered what my secrets have been when I asked about it to the land in Guangxi. I have been looking for you for so long to feel your breath in this neighborhood. I said that you can let me know if I put my pigeons. Who is not in a hurry? You have to be busy, right? But you are actually arable here.

The radio is going to move, and the cockroach is also included in the clean-up list, but the world will not be destroyed. Ordinary people can live the lives of ordinary people as usual. If you don’t understand the audience, you will think that the end of the world is coming early. Food shortage. ”

"Hey." Yan Huihong sighed heavily, then subconsciously lost the shovel, and then felt wrong, and immediately smashed.

"Organizer?" The tower is a bit strange.

“The tool produced by the Nanning State Farm Tools Factory.” Yan Huihong showed the shovel’s sign to the tower, “Would you like to go in a car?”

"Hey, which one of you is going crazy, the secret is still going to go?" The tower is obviously helpless, of course, there are some impatient.

"After waiting a little longer, I have to look at some more things." Yan Huihong shook his head, then swung his palm, and his eyes burst into a pale blue glow. Then, the scene of that day reappeared, he saw a The middle-aged man with a bloated head and a bald head slowly walked down the mountain from here with an urn.

Yan Huihong holds a shovel in his hand, and it is also a step by step. This scene is just a memory of the vegetation that has been squandered by the rich and active, so it is not real, it is like watching a video tape.

The tower was a bit strange. Looking at Yan Huihong, he walked slowly and stupidly, and then slowly leaned back down the road.

"what the hell?"

The fingertips of the tower were swept away in his eyebrows, and his eyes also showed a glimmer of light, but nothing could be seen. He was embarrassed to disturb the process of Yan Huihong at this time, breaking the feelings like killing parents, this is the audience. Unwritten rules, the tower is not so uninteresting.

But driven by curiosity, the tower still continues to follow Yan Huihong.

The road in the mountain is not very good. This is not the reason why Yan Huihong went very slowly, but because the wealth of the day went very slowly.

A mountain road, the same late night, black night, it seems very sad.

Yan Huihong walked slowly and slowly, as if to revisit the last scene of the "Mr.

Gradually, I went down the mountain and slowly entered the county.

Yan Huihong looked at the rich and old-fashioned look of the dragon. The vitality of his escaping made his face change. In fact, he may have already died. Even if he didn’t die before, he now vented so much vitality. It is impossible to live.

The source is not the cabbage on the roadside, not so good to add, it is hard to imagine.

The rich body began to become more and more transparent, and his pace began to slow down. Slowly, he began to talk to himself. In fact, he did not stop when he took out the casket of his dead wife with a shovel. I talked to myself, but the emotions in the discourse began to get deeper and deeper, like a jar of wine, which was quickly passing through the precipitation of time.

Yan Huihong took a deep breath. In fact, this is nothing to look at, but I don’t know why, but I seem to be fascinated.

The tower behind him teased the money turtle from time to time. He was bored. He didn’t know which part of Yan Huihong’s madness. In fact, if it’s not a secret thing, he still needs some information from Yan Huihong. He might have taken his ass. Going away.

The old rich and the rich look around, like holding his wife's hand to go shopping, in the end, the old rich and the like is aware of what, a child riding a bicycle directly from him through the past.

The old rich man sat on the ground.

Yan Huihong stood next to the old rich and rich, listening to the old rich and the last muttered to himself, as if he had not expected himself, unconsciously, he was already dead.

Yan Huihong squatted down next to him. He wanted to take a closer look at the guardian who was said to have lived for many years in the territory of the road to watch the generations of Daxu.

There are sorrows on the old rich face, three points are accidents, and seven points are liberation. This seems to be his own choice, more like the final appeal of his waiting for a long time.

But as a listener, who is willing to die?

At least Yan Huihong is not blind to life and death, otherwise he can already die, dead, how happy?

At this time, the urn was opened and the ashes began to scatter. The old and rich body began to sprinkle a little bit of starlight, and his own body began to become more and more transparent.

Is this the end?

Yan Huihong is a very calm person. Before he became an audience, he was a miscellaneous person. He was very loyal and had several appearances. In the past few years, Feng Xiaogang’s "Old Cannon" seemed to be the epitome of his previous years. Even after becoming an audience, some of his habits have not changed. He met Su Bai for the first time. At that time, the junior who looked at Su Bai felt very interesting and gave his finger a bit.

Right now, watching this existence, which was considered to be one of the giants, is the last step in life, and it is a bit embarrassing.

In fact, Yan Huihong is also thinking about who killed the rich?

It stands to reason that such a giant python exists. In this real world, except for broadcasting, there is nothing that can kill him, but he is dead, and in such a "bizarre" way.

In Yan Huihong’s opinion, Xu Fugui’s own heart is dead. When he excavated the grave of his deceased wife, he was already leaking out the vitality of his life because he himself was exhausted from the bottom of his heart and would not want to live. It is.

The mourning is greater than the death of the heart, and the perfect interpretation of Xu Fugui's body. Even Xu Fugui seems to be caught off guard by himself. It may be that after the death of the heart, it all ends too fast, maybe even if he is obeying. My own heart, but I am not fully prepared yet.

People, after all, are both rational and emotional.

Yan Huihong has seen many people's deaths and various ways of dying, but he has never seen such an example of the death of the dead. Today, it is also a sight to let him open his eyes.

But at this time, I almost waited for all this to end, and why did Yan Huihong, who was doing it, suddenly saw Xu Fugui, whose body was almost completely transparent, suddenly turned his head and looked at him, Xu Fugui’s eyes, Xu Fugui The look and Xu Fugui’s tone at this time seemed to tell Yan Huihong that he was talking to himself and he could see himself:

"You said, people are lost, can they still live?"

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PS: From the "Feng Shen Bang" "Be better than the heart," people have no intention to live?