Sha Po Lang

Changg took a good pill and went into his little godfather's house.

Shen XVI only lit a dark little oil lamp, bean-sized halo, like a firefly.

He was sitting against the window, most of his face sunk under the shadow of the lamp, only slightly revealed a slight ni, it was about to subside, Shen XVI was not crowned, the beard distributed, the corner of his eyes and earlobes each had a sandy mole, like a needle, the only light in the house was collected by him in the pair of moles, almost burning his eyes.

Look at people under the lights and add three more colors than usual.

Everyone in the heart of beauty had it. Even if he got used to it, he couldn't hold his breath for a long time. He blinked quickly. It was like he was going to blink the blinking mole out of his eyelids, clear his voice and raise his voice: “Sixteen, take the medicine. ”

The teenager was changing his voice, and talking to the half-heartedness was a little hard. Good thing Shen XVI heard it this time. The rushing sound of urine stopped.

Shen XVI's eyes narrowed before he could see the long heg standing at the door: “Who are you calling big or small? ”

In fact, he is seven or eight years older than his elderly. He is not yet a family. He probably knows a little about the nature of his muddy self not being able to hit the wall. He is ready to marry his daughter-in-law without suffering. He finally bumps into such a cheap son who does not need him to feed him. Hate can not be firmly beside him. It is okay to always highlight his “father” identity.

Ignoring him, Long G carefully took the medicine bowl to his face: “Drink it while it's hot, it's not too early, just lay down after it. ”

Shen XVI took the medicine bowl and put it aside: “White-eyed wolf, is it bad for me to be a son? White is so good to you. ”

He had no difficulty taking his medicine. Apparently, he had gotten used to it. After drinking it, he took two sips of the mouthwash handed to him. He stopped swinging his hands: “There is a collection at Changyang Close today. I brought you something fun. Come here. ”

After that, Shen XVI bent down and clutched up on the desk. He couldn't see clearly. His nose was almost rubbing against the table. Long G couldn't help but say: “What are you looking for? I'll do it.”

And then he couldn't help complaining: “I'm so big, you're okay with all this kid stuff. What are you doing? ”

It might as well be less messy and give me time to learn more useful - the words in the back turned in my long heart, and when I came to my mouth, I felt a little hurt, so I didn't say it.

Shen XVI, as a vain wanderer, let it go. He always had to drag his head together. Either ask him to chase or drag him on horseback. One time, he didn't know where to pick up a "puppy" to feed him - that time Mr. Shen made his face green, dare to love this blind wolf dog, carry back a little wolf.

Xu Baidu has been away from home for many years and is also a Mune. Although it is good for Changg, he does not communicate with his stepson very often. According to the calculation, the crucial two years of Changg 12 and 3 years old seemed to have been spent by Shen XVI's unreliable father-in-law.

From a hairy child to a young man in the wind of the jade tree, how strong is it to ensure that he is not distorted by Shen XVI?

I can't even look back.

He is not born to jump off the playful personality, everything has its own plan, it is also very strict to execute, he doesn't like to be disturbed by others, and is often annoyed by Shen XVI.

But annoyance usually doesn't last, because Shen XVI doesn't just verbally take advantage of him, he really hurts to treat him like a son.

One year after a major illness, Xu Baidou was not home as usual. The doctors said it was dangerous. He was also taken home by his younger father-in-law, who guarded him for three days, day and night.

16 Every time you go out, no matter how close or what you do, you will bring little things to Long G's mouth. Long G doesn't love little things, but you can't stop loving this. Remember his heart at all times.

In short, the liver flames will be abnormally high when the long grams meet sixteen times a day, but they will not see him, and they will be held back from time to time.

Changg sometimes wonders, although Shen XVI shoulder can't pick his hand and can't lift his hand, Wen can't fight, but in the future, there will be a misbehaving like him?

Little Godfather will always marry his wife and son in the future, so if he has a child, will he still miss this recognition?

When he thought about this, he couldn't tell the blockage in his heart. He found a square box on the 16th table, and briefly threw his head open. He thought absurdly and gave it to Shen XVI for lack of interest: “This? ”

Shen XVI: “Here you go, open it. ”

Maybe it's a slingshot, maybe it's a bag of cheese. Anyway, there's nothing serious about it - the long grams unwittingly unwrapped, and the count dropped: “You have to save some flowers with the spacious hands, besides, I...”

The next moment, he saw what was in the box, shut his mouth and opened his eyes twice.

There's an iron wrist buckle in that box!

The so-called "iron wrist buckle”, which is actually part of the light armor in the military, circles around the wrist only once, is very convenient and is therefore often used separately. The iron wrist buckle is about four inches wide and contains three to four knives, which are made of special craftsmanship, thin as cicada wings, also known as "mid sleeve silk”.

The best mid sleeve wire is said to split hairs apart from several lengths at a moment when it is punched out by the spring in the iron wrist buckle.

"“ Where did you get this? ”

Shen XVI: “Shh - don't let Shen Yi hear you. This is no fun, he sees and he talks - can it work? ”

Mr. Shen himself is pouring flowers in the courtyard. He is not deaf. The people in the room can hear clearly. He can't help but take this as his own.

Chang Gu followed Shen Yi to learn how to remove the steel armor and put on the iron wrist buckle skillfully, which discovered the special features of the object.

Sleeve silk is not easy to make, there are few folk, most of the iron wrist buckles on the market are old goods that come out of the army, and the size is of course also that of adult men. Shen XVI brought this back with him, but obviously it needs to be a small circle, just right for juveniles.

Shen XVI knew what he was going to ask. He said slowly: "I heard the seller say it was a broken product. There was nothing wrong with it. It was just that it was a little smaller in size, and no one had asked. It was cheap to sell it to me. I didn't have any use. Take it and play with it. Just be careful and don't hurt anyone. ”

Long hegs are rare in color: “Thank you...”

Shen XVI: “Thank who? ”

"Father in law!" cried Long Gu in pain. ”

“Milk is mother, motherfucker.” Shen XVI laughed and sent him out on his long shoulder. "Go home. Don't wander around in the middle of the night in the ghost moon. ”

Changg only remembered when he heard it. It was July 15th.

He walked back to his house along the corner door. As soon as he entered the door, he suddenly felt that the part blown by Shen XVI was a little familiar. Although the running tune ran south and north, he carefully tasted it, according to the tune of "Shinxi" when the rare folk crying graves were buried.

“Is it supposed to be?” Long and silent thought.

Shen XVI sent Long Gg away. He lowered his head so as to find a half-way point. This barely saw the sill contour and carefully walked over to close the door.

Waiting in the courtyard, Mr. Shen reached out faceless and held his elbow, leading him to the house.

Mr. Shen: “The best iron clasp, the three sleeve middle silk in it was handbeaten by Master Lin in the autumn. Since the death of Master Lin, it has become out of print... bad product huh? ”

Sixteen not answering.

Mr. Shen: “Come on, don't play dumb with me —— do you really want to raise him as a son? ”

“Of course it's true, I like this kid, benevolent,” 16 finally said, “that's probably what he meant too —— if he could just pass this kid on to me in the future, those people would be relieved, and his own life would be much better, wouldn't it be both? ”

Mr. Shen silenced for a moment and whispered, “First you have to let him not hate you —— don't you worry about it at all? ”

Shen XVI smiled and mentioned sliding the door under the robe into the house.

He said with a jerk in his face: "There are so many people who hate me. ”

This inn, the night river lamp, the soul home.

Less than five days later, he woke up dry and hot, with a thin sweat on his back and wet on his desecration pants.

Every teenager experiences such panic when they grow up - even if they are guided beforehand.

But he was neither panicked nor overwhelmed. He reacted indifferently. He just sat in bed for a moment and got up and cleaned up. He had a slightly undetectable disgust on his face. He went out and played a barrel of cool water, washed the flesh and bones from head to foot again, took off his pillow and folded neatly, changed his clothes, drank the overnight tea, and began his daily homework as usual.

I don't know what other people are like.

But he didn't actually have any spring/dream, he dreamed of a snow that could freeze people into a coffin.

The wind was like white hair, ruthlessly rushing past, the blood in the wound had not yet shed out, it had first condensed into ice scum, the roar of the wolves from far and near, the smell of failure but the smell of bleeding could not be smelled, the breath choked into a mouthful with salty and sweet thoracic cold, long and stiff limbs, lungs burning, thought that there would be no bones in the snow.

But no.

When she woke up again, she found herself wrapped in a huge hammer and walked away.

He remembered the man with a snowflake and a long, bitter smell of medicine in his arms. When he woke up, he didn't ask anything. He just pulled out a bottle and gave him a sip of wine.

I didn't know what wine it was, but I never tasted it again. I just remembered that the burning knife outside was not as strong as a fire, rolled down his throat, and lit his whole body with a bite.

That man is sixteen.

The dream was too clear. The 16 hands in the dream were still on his body as if they were still on his body. He couldn't figure it out. Isn't he a sick man? How can there be such a steady, powerful hand in such a terrible snow and ice?

Long G looked down at the iron wrist buckle on his wrist and wondered what this thing was made of, sticking it on his body for the night, it didn't even cover the heat. With the cool iron, I waited calmly for my restless heart and blood to calm down, smiled and threw out the absurd idea of "Spring/Dreaming of a Godfather” and, as usual, lit the light to read.

Suddenly, there was a "rumbling” noise coming from afar, the ground and the cabin shook up, and he was stunned. This reminded me that it was time for the “giant eel” of the North Patrol to return soon.

“Giant Iris” is a large ship over 5,000 feet long, with two wings on its back, made up of thousands of "flaming wings”. When the giant Iris took off, all the “flaming wings” together erupted white steam, like a tide, like a dream, each “flaming" inside a bowl of purple gold, flashing in the vastness of smoke waves, at first glance like a 10,000 light fire.

Since the fall of Nagong 14 years ago, every year on the 15th of the New Year, more than a dozen giant irises have been patrolling north from the big towns on the edge, each taking an established route to deter thousands of miles, and the barbarians can observe the autumn.

In addition to deterrence and patrolling, the giant iris is also responsible for transporting the old tribes of the northern barbarians back to the Dynasty, mainly “Purple Gold”.

A giant iris filled with nearly a million kilograms of purple gold, even came back a few points heavier than it had been before, and you could hear the loud blowing of flaming wings from 20 to 30 miles apart.

The Northern Patrol's giant iris departed on New Year's Eve. It was only six months before returning from the flames.