"Quack..." A group of big crows led the little crows singing "Idiot's Song" and flew over our heads...
Yanyu Pavilion... This is the Yanyu Pavilion that I thought about all night, built next to the river, and drunkenly played songs... The damn pawnshop owner, he actually tricked us! Damn it, go back and beat him!
I came back to my senses, with blazing fire in my eyes, rolled up my sleeves twice, and walked back angrily.
I didn't even take two steps before I was dragged back by my collar. (Ugh...I seem to be being pulled by my collar a lot lately, sweat)
Turning their heads with doubts on their faces, they found that Sima Yang and the others had dull faces, staring at a certain place in the dilapidated Yanyu Pavilion with surprising unanimity. Following their gazes, they saw a wisp of green smoke rising slowly from the dense grass.
As the breeze rises, the familiar aroma of rice...[
Could it be that...Ren Xiaohuai?!
We glanced at each other, and like four out of four cannonballs, we rushed toward the direction of the green smoke.
A beggar holding a black-headed pot cooking rice and a beggar in rags with a straw roof suddenly appeared. We were so frightened that we were bent over with our knees propped up and gasping for air!
He was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. His dirty arms touched the hot iron pot and he jumped in pain. The iron pot shook a few times and fell to the ground with a clang. He turned over and somersaulted, and the white porridge flowed out.