Yellow Liang Rice, still unkind?

This sentence seemed to wake up Qi Wuxi, his eyes slowly moved away, saw the burden on the table on one side, saw a few books spreading next to him, and the three hanging copper coins from Mr. Su.

Seeing the green plants raised on one side, seeing the cabbage piled up in the corner, seeing the courtyard outside, without the finished firewood, lying on the wooden bed made by myself, on the bed, there are still residues, there are residues

The warmth of the eyes closed, the bottom of the eyes recovered the spiritual light:

"Yeah ..., my yellow beam rice is not familiar yet."

Under the urging of the old man, the teenager got up, packed the meal, gave out the yellow beam rice in the pot stove, cut another plate of dishes, put it on the table, sat here, and dinner.

Stop.

"Boy, the food is going to be cold, what else do you do?"

On the dining table, the old man ate a bite of yellow sorted rice and put a crispy rice dish by chopsticks, and then pointed at Qi Wuwet, saying, "What's wrong? Dreams are woke up, are you still thinking?"

Qi Wu confused raised his eyes and didn't answer.

In the eyes, there was a trace of groaning and thinking.

The heavy snow outside the window had stopped, the birds and the birds fell on the tip of the branches, and the feathers were organized, the branches were shaking, and the snow fell to the snow.

Don’t embellish the spicy circle, the eyes are cute.

At this moment, when Qi Wuwu dreams of waking up, it has been a long time. The yellow beam rice slowly became cold.

A dream ... "

The sound paused and looked at the bed on one side: "That jade pillow ..."

The old man smiled:

"Oh? Jade pillow? It was given to me by a tourist priest."

"Say it is good for sleep, soothe the dreams."

Qi Wuwu nodded silently.

The old man laughed and asked: "It seems that if the Taoist said, you sleep well."

"However, no matter what kind of dream you have, you don't have to pay too much attention. Life is still dreaming, dreams are like life, you and I live in this world, and know that you are not the body of dreams?"

"Do you have any gains without confusion?"

Qi Wuwu looked down, although it was a dream, but everything he experienced in that dream was so clear. May

Can be grasped.

If you can take this way.

It can be smoother than before, and it can be more easily achieved by the last life of the elderly, but what about it? The teenager suddenly feels boring.

In the past seventy years, Yunyan went, and 800 miles of outsourcing returned.

"Just dream ..."

Qi Wu was confused for a long time, and answered:

"The way of the husband's spoil, the poor luck, the reason to die, the feelings of death."

"See you ..."

The old man stroked and laughed: "Shangshan."

After eating a meal, I washed the bowls after Qi Wu confused, wiped the hand, and cleaned up the things given by Mr. Su, put the two of them a lot of money, and one of them was collected in the cabinet to facilitate convenience to facilitate convenience

Access.

Sloping firewood, sweeping the hospital, laundry, as in the past, there is no difference.

Then it took the empty to pick up a few ancient books given by Mr. Su.

This is a classic book prepared in the next spring. It is all the knowledge of the imperial examinations, and there may be difficulty in understanding. Some of the annotations written by Mr. Su with the small cinnabar cinnabar are used to explain the knowledge.

These are all part of the part of Qi Wu confused.

Even some bureaucrats may not be able to explain it thoroughly. Mr. Su understands it in depth and is whipped in.

The officials of the officials, sent their children to the academy in this town to study.

Qi Wufu opened a few pages. Before reading it, there were many texts in your heart, such as flowing flowing flowing. It was the content of these books, as if he had already made these things.

After more than a dozen times, I have not seen it, so I have emerged in my heart.

Qi Wuwu's movement slightly.

He is sure he has never read this book.

Except in the dream ...

A ridiculous idea rose in his heart.

"Could it be said ..."

"That dream ..."

He quickly recalled the content of the book in his mind, even if he had never read this book before, the text of this book still appeared in the bottom of his heart clearly, and then opened the book scroll and read it quickly.

The content is exactly the same as the emergence in my mind!

Fan read the rest of the other books, all of which.

Not only is it very skilled in its content, but it is exquisitely implicated in the heart, and it is deeply in the heart. At this moment, I go to see the annotations left by Mr. Su.

But now Qi Wu is confused but he can see that Mr. Su's omissions of these classic explanations explained doubts. Although it is still exquisite, it is insufficient.

It seems that he is not a 14 -year -old boy at this moment.

Instead, Hao Shoujiao, who will go into the appearance, and the world's famous scholars have nothing to do. After a long time, Qi Wufu put all the three books back, and his expression was quiet and peaceful.

In the dream, what you have experienced, those strong personal emotions have been dispersed, but the reading experience seems to be there. Usually, it is not showing the mountains, but once you encounter it, you can think about thinking like instincts.

Although it is just a dream.

But what I have read, what I have seen, is not nothing.

Qi Wufu got up and looked at the jade pillow.

The pillow is made of white jade, and there are six family tadpoles on the top and bottom. The relief clouds are lingering. It seems to be a Taoist object. When it reached out and touched, it seemed to touch something.

It seemed just as nothing to do with nothingness, and it was accompanied by the sound of cracked cracks.

There was the regret of the old man behind:

"Well, cherish 惜, cherish 噫 噫."

"It has been twenty -seven years since the hand of the Taoist priests in that tour, and I have never thought that it has been broken once, and it has been broken once.

Qi Wu confused turned around and saw the old man standing behind him, the purple robe was half -hidden in light, half hidden in darkness, and looked at it, like a purple robe, staring at himself with a smile.

Qi Wufu knew that the old man was very people, and he was silent, saying:

"Lao Zhang said ... Taoist?"

The old man said with a smile: "That's it, that guy claims to be [Huolong Real People].". "

"More than 20 years ago with me, I met with me, and lost to me three consecutive gambling games. I gave me debt to me. It was just a utensil for sleeping.

"No confusion, you don't need to care about it."

"Anyway, I remember that there should be more than one pillow, there is one more, and there is one of the time. When I see him next time, just ask again."

Qi Wuwu converging doubts, pouring tea and pouring water, the attitude towards the old man is generally the same as before. He did not become more respectful because he knew his identity. He never became arrogant because of his dream experience.

Hold the tea cup with your hand, remember the past, and talk about it:

"The monster and monsters in the world, the demon is not a beast psychic, and there are life and death."

"Ghosts are just retained."

"Can……"

Qi Wuwu's words were silent, his eyes were slightly closed, and the real -like picture in the dream was tumbling in his mind. For seventy years, he had a ridiculous dream.

Famous beauty, all shed by themselves, suddenly sitting, converging, asking:

"Dare to ask Laozhang, is there really a fairy in the world?"

The old man's mouth smiled and converged, answered: "Yes."

Small to ask:

"Can you have a long life?"

The old man sorted out the clothes.

Sitting, converging, answer to it-

"Can."
Chapter completed!