Bogumiła Kwiatkowska's blog : Laugh for a Thousand Years (Revised Version of Millennium Tears)
"Mrs. Hsieh is right, but she doesn't deserve the latter part of the sentence.".
These two clothes were given by your ladyship. You can put them on. I hastened
to decline, but I didn't get a reward for nothing. How could I get a free ride?
The little girl refused. She just helped me change my clothes. Then she clapped
her hands and said, "It's really beautiful!"! I didn't stain your clothes for
nothing. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Little girl, no wonder she took
my clothes so carefully. She waited for me to wash up and then helped me cut my
hair. Fortunately, it was only a simple bun. If there were more tinkling
ornaments, it would be a headache. Thank your wife for me. I stopped the
yellow-clad servant girl who had gone out with the basin in her hand. She
twisted her waist and chuckled. "You'd better go and thank the lady yourself." I
can't help laughing. It's really a curve to save the nation. Mrs. Shui was
already sitting at the head of the hall waiting for me. As soon as she saw me,
she nodded her head again and again. "Yes, yes, this sky-blue shirt really suits
you." I was not in the mood to greet her, so I came straight to the point:
"Where is Shang Wenbo?" Only then did he know something was wrong, so he had to
muddle through. "He was still a brother. He disappeared for more than half a
month without saying a word. He deliberately made trouble for people." "Jialuo."
Mrs. Shui didn't seem to notice the loophole in my words. "Your brother left a
letter for you and asked me to watch you open it with your own hands." "What's
he doing? What can't he say face to face? He has to be so mysterious-it's not
that he's done something wrong to me that's hard to say." Full of suspicion, I
carefully opened the seal, which was so sticky that I was afraid that my hand
would slip and tear the letter inside. The white paper with rough edges
collected the ink very quickly, and the delicate and meaningful handwriting on
it was exactly the style I was familiar with, but the handwriting was a little
sloppy, as if the writer was in a hurry. I calm down to read carefully, my hands
began to tremble slightly, involuntarily shaking his head: "impossible, he must
be teasing me, too bad, I am afraid of such a long time to dare to lie to me!"!
I will not spare him lightly. "Jialuo, Doctor Si is not joking. He did go to
Miaojiang overnight." Mrs. Shui grabbed me, who turned to rush out of the door,
and gazed at me kindly. "Don't worry, I promised your brother to take care of
you until he came back." How could he do that?! At least discuss it with me and
run away without saying a word. "Saving lives is like putting out a fire, which
can be discussed slowly." Jialuo. After all, Mrs. Shui didn't hold me back.
Maybe she thought it would be more convincing for me to verify it in person. She
didn't follow up. I ran all the way, regardless of the image of the so-called
literati, I must ask face to face to understand, what friends are injured to go
to Miaojiang to find specific medicine, what time is pressing can not say
goodbye, all are deceiving people, when it comes to lying, I am much more
experienced than him, such a clumsy excuse also wants to fool me, Shang Wenbo!
You wait, digital signage kiosk , some
make you feel better! My footsteps were so heavy that I trembled and pushed open
the doors, imagining that he was sitting somewhere, and when he saw me, all the
facial muscles on his face congealed into a gentle smile. Every closed door is a
small hope like a soap bubble. When the door opens, the bubble bursts. I leaned
my back against his door, closing my eyes feebly and opening them slowly. I
really left, and I walked in a neat way. On the desk was a small stack of neatly
stacked silver notes, one hundred and twenty pieces in large handwriting, with a
note attached: Keep it well with you, brother, and open it. What kind of
brother-sister drama is this bastard playing. My eyebrows were tangled into a
ball and then slowly stretched out. I carefully collected the silver ticket. I
couldn't move without money. No matter which way I wanted to go in the future,
Brother Kong Fang was a friend but not an enemy. Carol, are you all right?
Qing'er did not know when to stand in front of the door. I'm fine. Quickly
forming a good smile, I was slightly apologetic, "I'm sorry to bother you
later." I became the adopted daughter of Mrs. Shui in the admiring or jealous
eyes of all the people, and I got on the carriage of the Shui family returning
to the city in the sincere or hypocritical congratulations of all the people.
Mrs. Shui promised to hire a new teacher outside and took their teacher away
from the children in the school. I am just silent, silent to face all the fate,
life is like a dream, I have not had time to confide in Shang Wenbo has lost
this first friend in a different time and space. A moonlit night Without waiting
for me to stare at her, there was a cool voiceless voice outside the door:
"Don't bother, benefactor. It's enough for Shuiyue Nunnery to have two poor nuns
and disciples." The purple curtain was lifted, revealing an expressionless face.
Shuijia's study is two in and two out. There was a small suite with a curtain in
the middle, and we were in the small suite at that time. The bearer is dressed
in blue, with a plain hat and a long gown. If he stands in the wind, it really
has the flavor of immortal wind and bone. Unfortunately, the season is not right
Hiding in the house under the scorching sun is still a sweat on the forehead,
not to mention the long journey, carrying a bundle on his back. Abbess
Jingxian's face looked as if she had just been fished out of the water. You
don't have to carry your clothes. There's almost water dripping down. "The nose
is not good. Last night, the wine from the Western Regions entered the door, and
today you smelled it." Mrs. Shui rudely guessed the purpose of her old friend's
visit, frowned and handed her a veil, "Wipe the sweat, don't stain the books in
this room." "Everyone is like you, and they don't sweat in summer." The old nun
wiped her sweat slowly, and the veil was soon soaked through. She curled her
lips. "Is this veil too small?" "Your face is too big." Qing'er naturally will
not miss this opportunity to strike back. I don't need your compliments. I know
I have a lot of face. Ginger was old and hot, and the old nun quietly choked
Qing'er and stamped her feet. "You are such a man," she said. Mrs. Shui kept a
straight face and said, "Qing'er, don't be rude to Abbess." Turned to squint
Jingxian, "old nun, your heart is not pure, unexpectedly with the little girl
general knowledge." Awesome! Play fifty big boards each. Smiling, I stood by
watching the play with my hands on my back. Every time the handkerchief of the
water lady was handed over, it must be a lively scene. hsdtouch.com
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