MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 227 [蛟山] The old sayings

Two years have passed.

Two years later, on the autumn day, Xu Shuanglin was lying on the roof of the hall of the Confucianism Hall, staring at the sky with red eyes and a dog's tail in his mouth.

Few people on the top of the hall would go up. It was originally his place of solitude, but at the moment he was sitting around with two people.

One is his brother Nangong Liu, and the other is Master Luo who is not much different from their age.

Xu Shuanglin feels that he sometimes looks like some fangs and beasts. He does not easily allow others to invade his territory, so he does not know why, from what time he would like to bring these two people to the ridge and stay with him. Look at the clouds, watch the low flying, and the catkins float to the heights.

"Liuer! Bud! Where are you?"

Under the gallery, his father was anxious and slightly angry.

"Really, every time they let them clean the courtyard, they ran faster than rabbits. These two little sisters."

"Oh." Nangong Liu quietly poked a head from the corner of the corner, revealing a pair of eyes, watching himself rushing past, and then retracting his head, "haha, go."

"The old man is also stupid." Xu Shuanglin slouched his legs and squatted. "I never knew to go to the roof to find us."

However, Luo Fenghua is a little uneasy: "Would we not be so good... Hey, or, if you want to go down, don't let the Lord be anxious."

"What's the relationship? Anyway, the sky is falling down, there are both of us holding it." Nangong Liu made a face with him. "Worried, Aba, are you right?"

Xu Shuanglin did not say anything right, spit out the dog's tail in his mouth, stretched out and sat up straight: "Give me a melon."

Nangong Liu dumped the melon seeds that he brought up in his hands. Xu Shuanglin squinted slowly and squinted, and some of them laughed at Luo Fenghua.

He licked off a piece of melon skin stuck to his lips and smiled: "Master is afraid?"

"I just think this is not very good..."

"What is not very good." Xu Shuanglin said, "If the old man blames you, I will give him a look."

Luo Fenghua: "..."

Xu Shuanglin also reached out to Luo Fenghua: "The orange gives me one."

"You don't love to eat..."

Xu Shuanglin's brows are screwed up: "Is it for you, don't you give it? Don't give your ankles and throw you down."

His brother will come to be a good husband: "A Feng, talking to the teacher is not so fierce."

"Masters are screaming, they are called to outsiders to listen to." Xu Shuanglin said, "Which teacher will sneak up on the roof with the apprentice?"

Luo Fenghua was very embarrassed by what he said and slowly lowered his head.

Xu Shuanglin loves to watch him like this. Every time he sees it, he has a kind of bully bullying and a small pleasure. He glared at Luo Fenghua for a while, screaming and revealing a white tooth.

"Master, brother, what do you say right?"

Shi Zun's brother is the name of Xu Shuanglin's sudden whimsy. He respectfully took relatives and kissed him in relatives. So Luo Fenghua was very anxious and sad: "No, don't call me like this."

"The title is just a form. This is what the master said."

Luo Fenghua: "..."

After teasing him, Xu Shuanglin reached out again and once again died and asked: "Orange."

"You don't like it, I only brought one, it is for Aliu."

Xu Shuanglin’s eyes widened, but it’s not Luo Fengfeng, but he turned his head and licked his brother.

Nangong Liu is sipping a pastry into his mouth, slamming it, and confusingly waving: "That, I don't want to eat oranges today, Master, you give him."

Luo Fenghua thought for a moment and said, "You are half of them."

He said, he rubbed the orange on the sleeves, then peeled off the skin, and wanted to split it in half, but it was still big and small.

So Luo Fenghua seems a bit distressed.

About because of his poor and unrecognized origin, he always worries about such an insignificant little thing.

"Ugh……"

"Give me the big one." Xu Shuanglin was unceremonious. The Golden Knife took the oranges and made a choice for Luo Fenghua, who tried a bowl of water. "Small to him."

Luo Fenghua said: "You don't always bully your brother..."

Before the words were finished, the mouth was filled with a delicious orange juice. He suddenly smashed his round eyes and looked at Xu Shuanglin with ignorance.

"What to say." Xu Shuanglin sneered, his attitude was sloppy, his eyes were very gentle. "My half, I have to divide it with my master."

Nangong Liu also came over and took over the other half of the oranges. Counting the number of petals and dividing them into pieces, they were handed to Xu Shuanglin and Luo Fenghua.

The later Confucianist door smirked, and under the sunset, his soft hair was like a velvet, slightly covering the forehead. Xu Shuanglin looked at him with a funny smile: "What are you doing?"

"There are oranges to eat together."

He divided the seeds, the cakes, and the fruit into three piles.

"I have a snack to taste."

"You...you are really..." Luo Fenghua seems to want to pick up the majesty of his own star and a half, but Xu Shuanglin or Nangong Liu, they seem to have no feelings about it, but some kind, and some stubborn Holding him.

Luo Fenghua felt happy and ridiculous in this kind of friendly eyes. He whispered for a long time: "It’s really a mess..."

Nangong Liudao: "It’s not a noisy, noisy, noisy three people together."

Xu Shuanglin listened, and finally he made a sound, and with one hand on the ridge, the other hand smiled and said: "Okay, let's swear, there will be oranges together, and there will be a snack."

He paused and looked up at the magnificent scene of the Confucianist House, and snorted: "There is a roof, crawling together."

The scene flashed.

In that year, the Lantern Festival will be lighted.

Xu Shuanglin was barefoot, with a branch of leaves in his mouth, and was lazily walking on the main path of the Confucianism, and he pointed at it from time to time: "The lantern is hung up a bit higher, saying you, you hang so low dry stuff. The legs are short for a person to go up."

There was an anxious voice coming from behind: "Abu, you wait."

Xu Shuanglin turned back and saw Luo Fenghua coming over with a pair of shoes. His eyebrows groaned and said, "Why don't you wear shoes and run around?"

"This road is a refining stone, no shoes, so absorb the power."

"It’s so cold, what kind of spiritual power is it? Come on, look at you, your toes are frozen red."

"Hey, you guys are in trouble."

Having said that, Xu Shuanglin still put the shoes on the sluggish, without wearing the rules, arbitrarily pulling, and then squinting, asked Luo Fenghua: "What is it, is it free? Do you want to go outside with me? city?"

"Aliu’s work has not been finished yet, I have to finish him again..."

When the voice fell, it was interrupted by Xu Shuanglin.

He raised his chin and his eyes were proud: "My brother is stupid, you have to stare at him to write, then the whole Lantern will be consumed at night, don't go over."

Luo Fenghua smiled temperedly: "But just, I don't like the fun."

Xu Shuanglin stared at him, squatting for a while, suddenly angered his feet and smashed his shoes, and flew far away, Luo Fenghua said: "What happened to you?"

"Do not wear, don't wear! Rolling."

"Wearing shoes, cold."

"Don't wear! Roll!"

"……You're angry?"

Xu Shuanglin looked disgusted: "I am angry? I have a good life, you and my brother, you two are stupid and poor, it is better to have a holiday together. Go, don't take care of me."

He said that he waved his hand and went forward with great enthusiasm.

In fact, at that time, he hoped that Luo Fenghua could catch up.

Even if the feet are frozen, they don’t care.

He just wants to smash the shoes of both feet, waiting for someone to call him behind him, anxiously angry and told him that he wants to catch cold.

Xu Shuanglin walked with expectation.

But after waiting for a while, Luo Fenghua did not catch up and did not call him.

When he paused, he could not help but slow down.

Until he walked out of the 100 meters, he would go to the gate of the city, and no one would call him. He pinched his fingers and joints, and his heart was gone. Anyway, he had no playmates since he was a child. How many years of smashing lights are all alone, what a big deal.

He stepped down the steps.

Level one.

Two levels.

Finally, I suddenly turned back, my nose was high and wrinkled, and I changed my face. I couldn’t help but say: "Luo Fenghua!"

Luo Fenghua did not actually go, he stood in the same place, the shoes have been picked up, it is difficult to do it, do not know what to do. At this time, I heard Xu Shuanglin’s violent screaming, like a head-on, slamming back to God, widening his eyes and swearing: “Ah...”

"..."

Forget it.

Really served him.

So that year, Lantern Festival, he and Xu Shuanglin, accompanied by Nangong Liu.

Nan Gongliu’s distressed extremes screamed at the reel of the technique, and turned his eyes and said: “The heart is five inches in length, for the giant acupoints, for the heart, and when the fight is not, the personnel are not saved. ...under...the next one?" He scratched his head. "I don't remember."

"Stupid! You are stupid!"!

Xu Shuanglin took the bamboo slip to knock on his brother's brain, and his face was full of suffocation. "The lower half is divided, and the arm punch is used to wake up. If you wake up and heal, then you will die for more than one hundred days. The umbilical water hole is a small stomach. After the serious injury, he died on the 28th....The ninth time!!! Why didn’t you give it to stupid death?!”

Nan Gongliu looked very frustrated. He sighed at the table and sighed, but squinted and blew his soft hair falling in front of his forehead.

"I also feel that I am stupid...it is as smart as you are."

"Impossible." Xu Shuanglin smashed the railroad, "Dream."

Luo Fenghua, who had only gone out to cook the Yuanxiao, came back.

He was covered in a thick cloak, and the dark hair and the curled eyelids were covered with a bit of fine snow. Under the fire, a plain face also gave birth to some taste.

It’s like a small spring, but it’s snowy.

"Take it for a long time, eat some yuan, rest for a while."

Luo Fenghua brought the wooden pallets over, three bowls of yuan, one bowl and one bowl.

Nangong Liu cheered and immediately rushed to the case, just wanting to reach out, but was caught by the people behind him.

Xu Shuanglin’s sullen face: “What’s rushing, no rules, thank you?”

Nangong Liu smashed his tongue, and it seemed that he was somewhat surprised by his most unruly younger brother. He actually licked his nose on his face in this section.

"What?"

Seeing his brother squinting at some danger, Nangong Liulian even waved his hand, and bought a shackle by the way. The sleeves were smashed and a big gift was made. He looked up and joked: "The little slave thanked the master for giving me a gift~"

Luo Fenghua: "..."

Xu Shuanglin looked at this guy who was naughty and felt that it was both good and funny. He also thought that this person probably learned from which language, and said: "Okay, eat snacks."

Luo Fenghua licked some frozen red hands and put them on his lips. He smacked the cloak for him. He was somewhat flattered: "Oh, don't bother."

Xu Shuanglin was too lazy to care for him. He asked not to be salty or not: "Is it snowing outside?"

"Well, just down, I don't know if the heap will pile up tonight, and I can play snowballs the next day."

"...Master." At this time, the sudden name is not respectful, but ridicule. "How old are you."

Luo Fenghua laughed, and the eyelashes were soft. Xu Shuanglin looked at the bottom of his heart, but when he was shocked, he felt uncomfortable and angry. He hurriedly searched for any reason for venting. Luo Fenghua did not let him down. He I found it very quickly, so I lit a patch on the cloak:

"Are you poor? Come to the Confucianism for so long. How can you not throw this broken? Wear it outside and think that we are bullying you, are you stupid!?"

Luo Fenghua immediately picked it up: "This, even if it is broken, it can still be worn by the supplement. I think there are so many people suffering in the Xiujian world. I can't eat and drink well. I have a cloak. Money, you can buy ten spirits and give them to those who need them. How good."

"..." Xu Shuanglin still pokes on the patch and screams at him with anger.

Luo Fenghua carefully sought the approval of his own high-ranking person: "Do you not think?"

"I think you are sick! Poor!"

But to put it this way, the cloak was hung back on the shelf.

Three people gathered around the stove and ate the dumplings.

Lantern Lantern Lanterns can't be seen, but the three young people who are similar in age are also talking and talking, not boring.

There was snow outside the window, and the frost covered the edge of the red window sill, crystal clear.

The firewood in the house is full of fire.

After drinking some wine, the atmosphere was even better. Luo Fenghua didn't even marry them. He took the sputum from Nangong Liu, his cheeks were red, some drunk, fiddled with three or two, and sang a hometown minor.

"There are three or four points in the pool, and one or two sounds on the shore. The weak crown is the best, the light hoof is fast, and the sky is spent..."

"Master respects, this is good, you teach me, what is it?"

"Youth tour." Luo Fenghua said gently, "I am a short song, I think it is very good."

Nangong Liu Yangtou laughed, his smile has always been overheated, and there is always a bit of arrogance, but when he drinks too much alcohol, he has a certain rate of truth: "Ha ha ha, the teenager is good, we are not the young Hummer. Is it arrogant?"

Xu Shuanglin hugged his arms and said: "A book can't be backed up after nine times. Which teenager is so stupid."

"Oh, people are short, people have their own lengths." Nangong Liu Xiaoyu, actually there are also spirits to refute their younger brothers. "You are a talented person, but I may also have my own talent." ”

"...you drink too much."

Luo Fenghua also laughed and picked up the wine cellar and said: "I hope that all of you will be a weak-hearted person in your life, and you will be a gentleman by your own strength."

Nangong Liu will handle the palm of his hand, hooking his brother's shoulder, causing Xu Shuanglin to be uncomfortable, pushing him away, Nangong Liu did not care, haha ​​laughed: "Shi Zun said this, I suddenly remembered, let's not let River lights, but the wishes are always to be promised."

Xu Shuanglin took a slap in the mouth: "I think it is disgusting to make this kind of thing."

Luo Fenghua said: "When you write on paper, when you finish writing it, throw it into the fire and it will come true."

Finally, they wrote their wishes. What is Luo Fenghua's, so there is no need to say more, he only already said when he toasted.

Nangong Liu has a reading disorder, and likes to write and read: "Look... eat well, have a big break, and hey, reunion."

Xu Shuanglin was disgusted, but the nausea was mixed with subtle emotions that could not be explained.

He is a blind man, and there are never too many people at home who will pay attention to him.

After Luo Fenghua came, he had a companion. He and Nan Gongliu, as well as three masters, often played together and practiced together.

Rather than saying that Luo Fenghua is his master, it is better to say that he is the first best friend in his life.

Because Luo Fenghua is there, he doesn't even hate his brother for nothing, but he pays attention to his identity. They get along with each other in the morning and evening, but they can also pick up the cuteness of Nangong Liu.

"What did Abu write?"

Xu Shuanglin did not answer, and threw his own good paper into the fire pit.

The wish was quickly swallowed up by the light and the heat, and the splashing fire reflected his eyes.

"Nothing to write, white paper."

Luo Fenghua and Nangong Liu will be disappointed, showing some lost look.

Xu Shuanglin smiled and smiled, and there was some sweetness in the evil spirits. After the kind of teasing, he was born with self-satisfaction.

Lie to you.

The writing work in the paper group is complete, the end is right, and the stroke is a stroke. Written is -

Hope, Luo Fenghua, Nangong floe, Nangong Liu three people, can be friends for a lifetime, oranges to eat together, cakes together, roof, climb together.

From the weak crown, to the white hair of the twins.