She looked at the drunkard drinking and complained: "The old people in the village are saying that you may be a monster again."
The red-faced drunkard laughed and said, "Monsters are just monsters, and they won't eat his family."
The woman's eyes suddenly turned red and she said, "I'm afraid you'll suddenly disappear like last time."
The drunkard was stunned.
He put down the wine glass, looked at the woman's slightly swollen belly, and suddenly his eyes turned red, and said: "Probably not. Look, I have an extra wrinkle this year. I will age. How can I be a monster."
The woman became happy and said, "That friend of yours sent you a letter today? What did it say?"
The drunkard also became happy and said: "He said that he opened a new brewery. Lu Shenliang and Wang Li made him a copper pot with a swan-like neck, and said that the wine he made was called whiskey."
The woman said: "What a swan neck, what a whiskey, wine is just wine."
The drunkard laughed and said, "He said that the wine is very unique and needs to be stored in wooden barrels for many years to taste well."
The woman couldn't help but said, "Your drinking capacity has become so bad now, and you still like to drink so much all day long. Be careful of drinking to bad health."
The drunkard sighed, laughed again, and said: "What is the most important thing in this life? It is happiness. Last year, the Holy Lord sent me back and asked me what I thought was the most important thing when I was reborn as a human being.
I said the same thing. He also thanked me and said that I helped him solve his doubts."
"If you talk nonsense after drinking too much, why does the Holy Lord need you to explain his doubts?" The woman did not argue with the drunkard, but turned around and asked, "Then how did you answer that friend of yours?"
"I said I don't have time right now. When our child is born, and when we are old enough to travel far away, we will move there and have a look." The drunkard said happily.
The woman said: "Are we not going to stay here?"
"The teachers have traveled far away. He said that there are such great places and places. If we don't go to see them, we have to let the children go out and see them." The drunkard said: "At most, you can come back if you feel uncomfortable outside."
The woman was a little worried, "I don't know how long it will take to get back and forth, and how much money will it cost."
The drunkard shook the wine gourd helplessly and said: "Although my gourd no longer produces wine, we are not short of money. It wasn't when Lu Shenliang and Wang Li came to see us that they gave us a lot of gold."
The woman glared at the drunkard and said, "That's gold given to us by others. They gave it to you as their friends. How can you just use it blindly? You should always think of using it in something more useful."
The drunkard laughed and said, "Then what could be more useful and meaningful than traveling thousands of miles to see them?"
The woman also laughed, "You are the only one who can tell lies. By the way, Lu Shenliang told me last time when she came here that the sand on our beach is very yellow, and the sand on some beaches is completely white and very fine.
, does not prick your feet. Is there really a beach like this?"
The drunkard said: "Of course she won't lie to you."
The woman said: "Then I want to see such a beach and step on such a beach."
The drunkard said: "Go, I must go."
When the drunkard and the woman were talking like this, it was spring somewhere.
The spring breeze is warm.
There is a fine white sand beach beside the lake.
It's a lake, not a sea.
The lake water is still sweet.
"Wang Li, you are so boring that you spent several years just to build a lake like this?" A girl who buried herself in the beach shouted to Wang Li in a thatched cottage by the lake.
This girl is He Lingxiu.
Seeing Wang Li chopping melons with a smile on his face in the thatched cottage without making a sound, she couldn't help but shout, "With you like this, I might as well pay more attention to the sufferings of the world."
Wang Li couldn't help but laugh when he saw her so angry that she even wanted to bury her head in sand.
He pointed his finger in the sky and said: "We didn't like the feeling of being watched by others in the past, so I think it's better not to think about watching anyone."
"Senior Sister Lu!" He Lingxiu shouted to Lu Shenliang, who was concentrating on writing a book on the other side of the thatched cottage: "Didn't you say that with greater ability comes greater responsibility?"
Lu Shenliang looked up at her and said, "I also said that the most important thing for a person is to be happy. Are you hungry? Do you want me to give you a bowl of noodles?"
He Lingxiu felt very unhappy, so she shouted, "Okay!"
Wang Li cut a bowl of melon and walked over to see what book Lu Shenliang had written this time.
A few days ago Lu Shenliang wrote about Sun Wukong fighting Ultraman, but today I don’t know what weird thing he wrote about.
When he saw the title of the book, he was stunned and couldn't help but feel happy.
The title of the book is The Thief.
The title of the book is "If the World Ended Tomorrow, What Would You Do the Rest of the Day?"
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(Complete book)
I will take a break for a while, I don’t know how long it will take.
I made a mistake in this book. I wanted to write about human nature and my own attitude towards life. I wanted to write too much, but the framework was very large and scattered.
But the more I write, the more absolutely wrong it becomes.
The world of cultivation at the beginning was actually the concept of a metaverse.
After I wrote for a long time, the wind of the metaverse suddenly blew.
Then I wrote about the surviving world after the World Extermination War, and suddenly I was in trouble.
I wrote that in fact, mankind has been close to extinction countless times, and suddenly discovered that nuclear war may also be imminent.
I don't want to be a prophet.
Of course I hope that everyone can think deeply about the purpose of this life, but obviously everyone lives in the present, and it is impossible to think about life from an online article.
So I made a mistake from the beginning.
You shouldn't have this kind of creative attitude.
Correction in the next book.
Very tired.
The lumbar muscle strain was particularly severe in the middle of this book, and I could barely sit for half an hour, so the update speed was very poor.
The most important thing is that almost no one understands this kind of creative thinking and attitude.
So this kind of creation can become an ordeal.
I will pay attention to the next book and will definitely accumulate a certain amount of manuscripts before publishing.
Hope for world peace.
I hope that when every book friend is unhappy, he will feel happy after eating a bowl of steaming noodles.