Lonely

Walking alone in the rain

The sky is crying

lonely and helpless

The startled European heron

Fighting across the reeds

the pain of loneliness

Nowhere to tell

where is the heart

Wandering feelings

a love letter

No longer a destination

All the suffering in life

Thousands of words are unclear

Life is a journey alone

Parting is always sad. There are too many memories in the place where I have lived for more than ten years. Literati always choose to sing a line or compose a poem. In this way, they can express their emotions.

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.

It is known that the road to the spring is close, and it is difficult to leave my hometown.

I advise you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without seeing any old friends.

Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don't lean on the high building near the dangerous lantern.

However, Wang Bu is so dead that he doesn’t feel anything. People can always adapt to everything.

Different from Lao Bu Die, poor Wang Bu Die didn't even have a baggage, no food, and his change of clothes were burned to ashes. But Wang Bu Die has a good attitude. I came with nothing, so why bother bringing it with me?

The worldly things are gone. Of course, except for the few taels of silver, which are the funeral expenses for prosperity.

Knowing nothing about the outside world, Wang Busheng didn't think anything of it. He walked happily along the way, jumping up and down, like a child who got double hundred in the exam.

Since ancient times, there has been only one road in Huashan Mountain. Although the reputation of Wuhu Village is much worse, there is still only one road down the mountain. If you don't take this road, you can only pray that you will have a pair of wings and fly over.

So Wang Busheng met the same person as Lao Busheng - Er Pang,

They must have been staying here for more than ten years. The two of them built a thatched house at the intersection. It was not big, but it could always provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Fatty was holding a pig's trotter, sitting at the door and eating happily, but he didn't know whether Fatty was eating the front hooves or the hind hooves, because his hand was injured, which affected his speed.

Wang Busheng walked by and saw the pig's trotters. Well, Wang Busheng was a little hungry. These pig's hooves are not something you can eat if you want. Even a cadre family as big as Li Zheng can't eat them. The cost of raising pigs is too high for ordinary people.

High, even if the pigs are fattened, they will not keep them for themselves and eat them. They will choose to buy them in the city and exchange them for some money to support the family.

Wang Bushi wanted to go over and take a bite, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. He couldn't discredit the male protagonist.

It's just that Wang Busheng wanted to leave, but Er Pang didn't want to.

Originally, there were only a few people coming down the mountain from Wuhu Village every day, and Big Fatty and Erpang had already remembered the appearance of Lao BuSheng and Wang BuSi. Naturally, ErPang already recognized Wang BuSi. Remembering Big Fat's explanation, there was no chicken.

There was no way he could survive the day of eating, so he quickly gnawed the pig's trotters in his hand, jogged a few steps, and stood in front of Wang Busheng.

Wang Busheng was shocked when he saw this. Could it be that this old man was a Bodhisattva in the temple who always gave some charity when he saw the world.

Well, Wang Busui imagined that the world is too beautiful. In the beginning, human beings are inherently good. This is true. It just depends on the person. Erpang is not the case.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?" Wang Busheng asked.

"Who are you calling uncle? I am twenty this year." It seems that age is not only a taboo topic for women, but also for men.

Wang Busheng has black lines all over his head. Although Erpang is so shiny, he doesn't look like a man in his fifties or sixties. But at twenty years old, it's strange that Wang Busheng can be trusted.

"Okay, big brother, please give way, you're in the way," Wang Bushit said.

"Boy, go back quickly." Erpang didn't take Wang Busui seriously at all. After all, Wang Busheng was not tall and thin, and he seemed weak to others. He was an easy target in people's eyes.

"Why should I listen to you?" Wang Busui was also a little angry. He didn't recruit you or provoke you. People are kind and can be bullied. He looks kind, but he can't be bullied.

"It's okay if you don't go back. I'll keep your life." Erpang said viciously. As the saying goes, old age is hot, and you can't defeat old age. Who else is afraid of you, a little kid?

If you have suffered such great grievances, you must find someone to vent to, otherwise you will suffer from endocrine disorders. It depends on whether the size of the king is just right, it’s up to you.

Erpang is very confident. Although he is now a disabled person and basically does not need to put on makeup when setting up a stall and begging for food, Erpang believes that one hand is enough to deal with the king.

"Whose crotch was not fastened and you were exposed. I want you to mind your own business and want my life. Why?" Wang Bushuang was completely angry. After a day of injustice, he left and Wangcai died tragically.

, the anger in my heart finally burned.

The second fat man looked down at his crotch and said, "Fortunately, my crotch is tied."

He looked up at Wang Busheng and said, "Buddha wants your life, there is no reason."

As soon as Er Fat finished speaking, he saw a fist as big as a sandbag appearing in front of him. He was unprepared and had nowhere to defend himself. His eyes were punched heavily.

"Your uncle, you think you have lived too long and are looking for death," Wang Busheng scolded angrily. He no longer talked about the moral principles of the world. He had to say a few words before taking action. If he could take action, he would speak less.

Erpang felt like stars were rising in his eyes. He took two steps back before standing still. He touched his eyes. Fortunately, they were only swollen and the eyeballs were still there. Otherwise, the Buddha without eyes would be too scary and begging for food would not be effective. He pointed

Wang Bushit scolded him, "You brat, you have no rules at all for conducting a sneak attack."

"I rarely tell people who want my life to tell them the rules." After the move was successful, Wang Bushit continued with a smile, "Are you ready? I'm going to start."

"What did it mean just now?"

"That's a warm-up."

Wang Bushit was very fast, and he was in front of the second fat man in just one breath. The second fat man was caught off guard. Unexpectedly, this kid had a few tricks under his hands. His deception skills were good, but when it came to fighting, his combat effectiveness might be a little low.

, I just saw Wang Busheng's skinny appearance, and I originally thought that with more than 300 kilograms of fat, I could crush such a kid to death, but the results were always unsatisfactory, and Buddha couldn't always go as he wished.

If you can't fight, just run. Anyone with brains can do it. Erpang doesn't have much brains, but he still has some. He turned around and wanted to run. Before he could take a step, Wang Busui grabbed one of his arms. Fortunately, he wasn't injured.

Which one, then Wang Bushui started to rotate with the center of his own circle. More than three hundred kilograms was like thirty kilograms, drawing a circle in the air.

The two fat men flew away, and the pig flew into the sky again. It was really a strange sight.

The fat man in the air turned pale. He knew his own weight and it was difficult to pick him up, but this kid was able to throw himself up. It was obvious that Wang Busui's fighting ability was not small. He had kicked the iron.

I was on the board, and the second fat man wanted to cry, "Put me down, I was wrong, please spare me."

Everyone may have some common sense. No matter how fat a person is, their arms are not as big as their thighs. For a fat person of over 300 kilograms, the proportion of arms is really too small, and the natural load-bearing capacity is not very good. The process of flying in the air

In the middle, the second fat man once again felt the pain of dislocating his arm, and tears fell from his eyes.

Wang Bushi was still very talkative. Seeing that the second fat man was so frightened that he cried, he complied with the second fat man's request and said, "Okay, I'll let you down, you have to be ready."

"thanks, thanks"

"Get ready, I'll let go." Then Wang Busheng let go.

Erpang came down, but he came down in a parabola, and his landing posture was wrong. Most people always hit the ground feet first, but he was just the opposite. He wanted to hit the ground with his head. If he hadn't fallen in the dirt, Erpang would have easily suffered a concussion.

Unable to exert any force with his hands, Erpang could only use his buttocks to move around. He sat up with difficulty and leaned against the tree. He looked at Wang Busidian aggrievedly, and the meaning was self-evident: "You are a big liar."

Seeing the miserable state of the second fat man, Wang Busheng felt happy, and the anger he had held in his heart was relieved a lot.

Wang Bushit walked towards Erpang step by step. Erpang kept moving back, and said with a trembling mouth: "Don't come over, don't come over."

He only used one move to destroy one of his arms, which was even more cruel than that old immortal. How could the fat man not be afraid? It is true that being a killer is not suitable for him, so it would be safer to beg for food.

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid, I won't go there," Wang Busheng said with a smile on his face as he looked at Erpang, with eight white teeth showing in his mouth.

"You take a few steps back, and then a little more," Er Fat said.

"Don't push too far, be careful to break your dog's legs."

The second fat man shut up. Wang Busheng stood three meters away.

"Fat man, you have money." Wang Bushu asked. Without money, eating was a problem. How could he find Lao Bushu? With the few taels of silver he had, he didn't know how many days he would be able to survive, so it would be better to prepare more.

.

Although they are a little fatter, they still have names. Erpang said weakly, "You can call me Erpang."

"Uh, okay." He smiled again and said again, "Brother Fatty, do you have any money?"

The second fat man felt very awkward and asked his brother, "Is this kid taking advantage of me? Forget it. This is not the time to argue." When Wang Busheng asked Qianzi, did this kid still want to rob?

"No, no, monks don't carry those copper-smelling things," the second fat man said tremblingly.

"Are you really a monk?" Wang Busheng was very doubtful. He had never seen a monk chewing pig trotters.

"100% original monk".

"Why are there so few ring scars on your head?" Wang Bushid counted the ring scars on his fat head and asked curiously. There were some monks on TV; there were six dots, eight dots, and nine dots.

Yes, but I’ve never seen one at two o’clock.

"Uh, it hurts too much, I can't stand it." Thinking of that night, the second fat man got chills all over his body. He couldn't forget the pain. The big fat man wanted to give himself a nine-point perm. He said it was more domineering, but it was too painful.

, I really can’t stand it.

"Um, okay, Lord Buddha is also afraid of pain." Wang Busheng could understand, and asked again, "I really don't have any money."

"Monks do not lie."

A weak woman who had been hurt by a man once said with emotion, "There are ghosts in the world, but men can't believe them either." The general meaning of this sentence is that I would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe in a man's broken self.

The mouths are the same. A man with a shaved head is also a man. Wang Busui is very suspicious of Erpang's words.

"Humph, none of the monks are poor." Ignoring Er Pang's words, Wang Busi walked over.

"Don't come here, don't come here!" Er Fatty screamed heartbreakingly and cruelly.

I walked up to Er Fatty, squatted down, and started searching. As expected, I found nothing.

The second fat man was relieved, "Monks don't lie to others. If they say they don't have it, they really don't have it."

However, when Wang Bushi saw Er Fat's bulging crotch, Wang Bushi smiled.

Ignoring Erpang's struggle, he took off his pants.

Then Wang Bushit rushed forward desperately, only to hear Erpang scream in agony, tears hung from the corners of his eyes, his chastity was gone. No, his money was gone.

It turns out that Lord Buddha also wears underwear, but Erpang's trousers should be handmade by himself. There is a small pocket in the front, probably to prevent theft. Wang Busheng dug out two taels of silver and ten pieces of silver from it.

A few copper coins.

Looking at the even more pitiful amount of money, Wang Bushit was filled with displeasure and asked, "Why is it just such a small amount?"

The traffic in Erpang's eyes is even greater. It is easy for a man to save some money, because he still has his brother. This money is saved bit by bit by himself, with hard work, for more than ten years. Every time he buys meat,

My eldest brother asked me to cut ten kilograms of meat, so I cut nine kilograms and nine taels of meat. The one tael of meat saved became my own private money. I didn't dare to keep more every time, because the fat man could eat it. In this way, over time, I saved up.

All of this was taken away by Wang Busheng. It was like raising a child for more than ten years and then finding out that the child's real father is Lao Wang next door.

"Is there anything else?" Wang Bushi didn't trust Er Pang very much. With such a body of flesh, how could he only have such a small amount of money?

"It's gone, it's really gone," Erpang affirmed with a cry in his voice.

"I don't believe it, I'll search again." Without hesitation, Wang Busi pulled off Erpang's panties and rummaged through his clothes again.

Er Fat's hands were injured and he was at the end of his life. He couldn't bear to look at his own body. As a result, it was all exposed.

Turning over Erpang's body and looking at his butt, Erpang said with a cry: "Uncle, there is really no way to hide in that place."

Well, Wang Bu Die was afraid of being disgusted with that part and gained nothing. Wang Bu Die was very unhappy. With the few taels of silver from the Li Zheng family, what he got from Er Pang seemed to be much less.

"Look at you, you are such a worthy monk. You are really bad with such a little money on your body." Wang Bushit criticized him, saying that Wang Bushit usually despises people who are not enterprising.

The two fat men stared at the sky, speechless.
Chapter completed!