I haven’t talked yet. I’m pushing my horse. I’ll go out and say, "There’s too much aura here. You’ll be uncomfortable if you stay too long."
Go on, work hard and clean the cemetery!
Come on!
Mua! "
I want to stop and say that Naima’s strength is not as good as Tauren’s, but compared with Yu Huifei, that’s the difference between a truck and a chick!
I will be pushed out directly by the goods without root resistance!
In the corridor, I will not look up at the top of the shed and scold "your brother-in-law!" Who is the BOSS here? "
Although I was unwilling, I lost my merit, and I was able to upgrade my limit as soon as possible to earn more money to improve my food, or I rushed to the cemetery with a broom.
So I came to the front yard with a bucket full of water and rags in one hand and a broom in the other.
Glancing at the finished painting, they turned around and went into the cemetery from a side door.
Seeing this scene, you can leave your eyes and ask, "boss, where does your door lead?"
I will throw a "graveyard" lightly.
As mentioned before, there is no big change in the square roots of the cemetery except that people have built a cemetery and some tunnels that are convenient for people to walk around, especially those old trees that have not been touched.
There are many maple trees here. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves are yellow, red and falling with the wind.
A lot of leaves have accumulated in the cemetery without sweeping for a day.
The point is that I will not sweep the front and then fall behind …
I will not look at those fallen leaves and can’t help but whisper, "When I was a child, there were very few fallen leaves when I came to this cemetery." Is this bullying? "
But when you think about it, his grandfather Yu Aiguo stays here almost every day. No matter when I come to the room, there is always an old figure waving a broom in the cemetery …
The thought of grandpa’s aftermeeting was also touched, and the impetuous heart of sweeping the fallen leaves calmed down.
I will not stop thinking about those distractions, quietly waving a broom and learning to sweep leaves like my grandfather in my memory …
He didn’t notice a curious little face at the side door, and looked at Yu Huifei with big eyes.
Then an easel was erected there, and a small hand with a brush quickly outlined it.
The bearer is Liu Xin!
At this moment, Liu Xin, wearing a rabbit ear hat, sat in Mazar-e-Mazar and looked at the floor carefully.
If I don’t, it’s better than sweeping the ground seriously.
Both of them have nothing to say, and they don’t even know that someone is coming. They are so quiet …
He swept his leaves and she painted his picture.
The autumn wind rises, the red leaves fall, and pieces of white tombstones are covered in red robes. Yu Huifei seems to really blend into this scenery.
Cui Jue first saw Liu Xin, but instead of saying anything, he smiled and added a pot of hot water to Liu Xin’s side kettle.
And Liu Xin was oblivious to it, which was obviously too devoted.
Ke Li and Liu Zhuang have fallen asleep in bed, and they are obviously tired after painting for a day.
Backyard bull’s head and horse’s face thieves sneak around on the wall and keep making signal with the lips to Cui Jue.
Cui Jue went over and asked, "What’s the matter?"
The cow head pointed to the belly and said, "Hungry! Let the little fish eat it quickly when there is money!"
Cui Jue chuckled, "It’s hard to estimate that he is cleaning the cemetery now."
Hearing this, the bull’s head and the horse’s face turned green. If I had known they wouldn’t fool me, I would have to go to the grave garden to buy food first.
The horse face said, "How long does he have to sweep alone? Why don’t we help? "
Cui Jue shook his head and said, "Don’t go to the cemetery if you have guests."
Cow’s head and horse’s face scratch their heads and then look at the black and white mask and often say, "You two brothers go …"
Black and white often shake their heads. "It’s unlucky not to go to black and white and often sweep graves. Even if we want to, people don’t want to."
Don’t then merit didn’t earn also take in a crime. "
A short talk on the face of a bull’s head and horse
If you can’t go, you can wait.
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