Chen Busan grabbed the golden boy's ears and asked eagerly: "Where is my pipe?"

The golden boy stood on tiptoes slightly, looked in the direction of the coal stove, shook his head, and said harshly: "I don't know!"

Chen Busan laughed angrily, "If you don't obey me, I'll serve you like a squid tentacle." After saying that, he walked towards the coal stove.

The golden boy broke away from the bad old man's vicious hand, hid behind Wu Wei, and muttered: "It seems as if you can avoid being beaten if you confess."

"Oh, oh, oh...my smoker, my smoker." Chen Busan took out the smoker from the vent of the coal stove. The bamboo gun body had been broken by the oven. He felt distressed.

His sparse short beard trembled uncontrollably, and he cursed and said: "You little bastard! If I don't spank you until your butt blossoms today, I will write my name upside down. I'm so angry. I'm really so angry."

Golden Boy is also experienced in fighting enemies. He knows that he can't outrun others, so he uses his small and flexible method to win - drill into the crotch.

Under the intensive protection of so many Cheng Jinmen brothers, Chen Busan really couldn't catch a "little brat".

But the old man who smoked was always aggressive, and the harder he couldn't catch him, the harder he had to catch him. After all, the golden boy couldn't escape his fate, and Chen Busan pinned him on his thigh and massaged his buttocks.

"You're so brave, you even dare to steal my pipe."

"Yang Fan has no choice but to run away when he sees me, but you can do that."

"Today I will let you remember it for a long time."

Jintong covered his butt and said forcefully: "It's not a man to be afraid of death!" This sentence was copied from Shiyu's. Jintong felt that since this sentence could save his life, saving his own butt should be a no-brainer.

But it backfired. It would have been better not to say this, but if I said it, I would naturally get a few slaps in the face.

Chen Busan said: "Tell me honestly, was it your sister who encouraged you to do this?"

In fact, the golden boy didn't understand what instigation meant, but how could he betray his sister? He just heard him say: "I am a man, and I am responsible for the bed I wet. This matter has nothing to do with my sister."

Chen Busan's hand was a little gentler, but his mouth was still venomous, "You should give me a reason to steal the cigarette, otherwise I will beat you so hard that you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

The golden boy moved his hands and feet and said angrily: "I just don't want you to smoke. What's wrong?"

With a "pop" sound, the golden boy's butt protested violently.

The golden boy cried with tears, "Ouch...it hurts! You stinky old man, bad old man, I shouldn't have given you a pipe, I should have made you smoke and cough every day, you stinky old man, bad old man, will die of coughing."

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You have to listen to a lot of things backwards, especially children. You never know what they are thinking, you don’t know what they see the world like, and you can’t understand their way of expression. Sometimes they are immature, sometimes romantic, and sometimes they are immature.

Sometimes he is naive, sometimes he is naughty, and sometimes he is unreasonable.

If I like you, I will spit out the candy in my mouth for you to eat.

If I like you, I will say that I will marry you when I grow up.

If I like you, I will draw butterflies on your clothes.

If I see you sweating, I will splash water on you.

I feel you are sad and will cry with you.

If I see you bleeding, I will blow it for you.

Children are close to life and old people are close to death, so they are said to be closest to "Tao".

Chen Busan understood the golden boy's thoughts.

The slap was raised high and fell lightly, but he still said stubbornly: "It's wrong for children to steal things, remember?" He slapped him a few more times, but they had no power at all. Chen Busan put down his little apprentice and took advantage of the slope.

The man who got off the donkey said: "Say a good word to me and I will let you go."

The golden boy wiped the tears on his face and said aggrievedly: "Why?"

"What why?"

The golden boy cried and said, "Why do you want to say nice things?"

Chen Busan smiled and said: "I have no cigarettes and I am in a bad mood."

The golden boy thought for a moment and said in a sweet voice: "I wish you a long life!"

Chen Busan grabbed Biandan and said angrily: "Don't stop me, or I'll spank him." Hearing this, the golden boy turned around and ran away. He couldn't understand why this bad old man listened.

Even if you say nice things, you still beat them.

Everyone was baffled.

Bian Dan thought to himself: "I didn't stop you, okay? You were obviously the one who grabbed my hand. You are really proficient in duplicity. But I obviously said good things, so why are you angry?"

Shanzi Ziran asked: "Grandpa Chen! Isn't that a nice thing to say? Why do you want to hit someone?"

Chang Le accepted it dumbfounded: "He is 96 years old this year."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

Chen Busan said angrily: "Fart, I don't have 96, I am 94."

Chang Le: "One is a full year old and the other is a false one. Do you think I don't know? You are so old and shameless. You have the nerve to pretend to be young for such a big person."

Chen Busan was a thick-skinned person. He gave Chang Le a mean look and even stuck out his tongue at him.

…

On Shuilan Road, by the Nu River.

A strange carriage lay on the shore.

On the other side of the river, a group of ragged civilians formed a circle, holding hands and dancing weird dances. A girl in a red cloth wedding dress was tied to a wooden frame. Her face was filled with tears, but her mouth was blocked; she was unable to resist.

All I can say is "ooh oh oh oh oh".

Red cloth was fluttering everywhere, and there was something strange in the celebration. A long wooden board stretched out into the river, the board was swaying, and the river water was rushing under the board.

It is not difficult to see that they are worshiping the river god.

The sun is setting, and the good time has arrived.

The girl's hands and feet were tied and her mouth was gagged. Four women carried her and walked step by step on the board and into the river step by step.

For the common people, this is a step towards a vibrant tomorrow; for a girl, this is a step towards the cold hell.

The girl lost her mother when she was born and her father when she was three years old. Because she had double pupils, she was regarded as unknown by others. The villagers jokingly called her the "ghost-eyed girl". Fortunately, her grandmother did not abandon her and raised her up through hardships. The girl is also sensible and well-behaved.

When I was young, I would work in the fields with my grandmother. Life was not easy and life was hard. Fortunately, I had my grandmother to depend on me and still have warmth.

Twenty-eight years of life should have been wonderful, but I never thought that my grandmother would catch a cold and pass away, leaving her alone and helpless in the world.

The house was leaking and it rained all night. Being without a father and mother is the best thing to bully. It was the festival held once every five years to worship the river god. The girl was supposed to be chosen by lottery, but who told her that she had no father, no mother, and no one to rely on? Naturally, it was no surprise.

It hit her.

Feeling the approaching river tide, the girl closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, thinking: "It would actually be nice if I could see grandma."

The water splashes, fleeting and fleeting.

The girl in wedding dress tied with an iron scale was a woman left to the river god. No one paid much attention to it, and no one cared about it.

What everyone is talking about is what to eat tomorrow, and what everyone cares about is whether the girl's life can bring good weather next year and whether there can be more food next year.

A white shadow flashed across the water, silently, and sunk into the bottom of the river.

The girl opened her eyes in the water and looked up at the light on the water. Suddenly a handsome and handsome man appeared above her head. She thought to herself: "So there really is a river god in this world." The "river god" swam up to her.

Before, the girl saw the face that was difficult to see clearly in the water. Although it was not very clear, it still looked good. She thought to herself: "So the river god is so beautiful, no wonder the river is so clear."

The girl slowly closed her eyes.

The river god took off the cloth from the girl's mouth, kissed her on the lips, and then untied the weights and ropes from her feet.

The girl's mind went blank, and she thought: "I am the River God's woman, so naturally I will be kissed by the River God." She closed her eyes and stopped thinking.

The river god took her up slowly until she surfaced.

A woman stood anxiously on the shore and wandered. When she saw someone emerging from the water, she hurriedly shouted: "Here, here." A man jumped out of the carriage and ran over anxiously, asking: "Are you rescued?

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The river god is Yang Fan.

The anxious woman is Cheng Qing.

The person who got off the carriage was Qi Fan.

Yang Fan brushed the hair sticking to his face and said with a smile: "As soon as my brother takes action, my sister will be sure to get it."

Cheng Qing grabbed his ear and said with a smile: "What did you say? I didn't hear it. If you can, say it again."

Yang Fan changed his words and said: "As soon as my wife takes action, Yang Fan turns into a worm."

Qi Fan muttered: "It's really embarrassing for men."

Cheng Qing smiled and said: "I don't want you to be an adult, I want my husband to become a dragon."

Yang Fan said cowardly: "In the daytime, I am a bug, in the evening, I am a dragon, and in the evening, I am a dragon." Cheng Qing blushed and pinched Yang Fan.

Qi Fan had long been accustomed to their dog food, so he changed the subject at the right time, "Why is this girl in a coma?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "A weak woman who has never practiced martial arts has been in the sun for a whole day without a drop of water or rice. She is frightened and then she is thrown into the water and held there for so long. Do you think it is normal for her not to fall into coma?"

Qi Fan: "That's true. Hey, why don't you untie her hands?"
To be continued...