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    Put the wine in the high hall, and the sad song is coming.

    The geometry of life, the death is like frost.

    When there is no weight, the flowers are no longer sunny.

    Ping Yi Chunhui, Lan Yiqiu Fang.

    ?The days to come are short, and the days to come are long.

    Today I am not happy, the cricket is in the room.

    ? Joy brings prosperity, sadness brings joy.

    How can it be said that there is no feeling, and worry is forgotten by the child.

    I have the purpose of wine, and I have the taste of food.

    There are short songs to sing, and there is no shortage of nights.

    It's still this small courtyard, and it's still the owner of the house, but time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.  Hong Tao knows his destiny, and his appearance is still the same, almost the same as ten years ago. If some white strands appeared in his hair earlier, he would look in his thirties.

    Things are not and people are not. This sentence has to be changed when he comes to him. It should be said that people are not and things are not.  The person is still the same person, but the small courtyard is obviously old.  The antique tiles on the outer layer of the wall fell off in several places, exposing the reinforced concrete inside.  The black paint on the courtyard door is cracked and bulged, slightly mottled.

    The two statues of mice guarding the gate with weapons have also been honed over the years and become disabled. The one on the left was knocked off the weapon and half of its arm by a mobile driver in the past two years, and became bare-handed.  The one on the right has a full beard and tail, but the top of the head is often touched by people, and the color is dark, as if wearing a melon skin hat, no matter how you look at it, it is not majestic, but looks like a master.

    Entering the yard, the saying that things are different and people are different has to be restored to its original state.  The houses are still those houses, and even the small wooden rafts hanging in the bathroom on both sides of the vertical flower door and the kitchen door are still handwritten by Hong Tao.  To say that he can keep the font so stable without making progress for decades or lifetimes, his skill should be considered top-notch.

    But the people in the yard have basically changed. Ten years ago, Wang Yajing, Zhou Bicheng, Wu Youliang, and Bai Yun moved away. Two years later, Dave and Sherman ended the Chinese wine business and returned to China with a full harvest.  up.

    Mother Jiu listened to Hong Tao's suggestion, and bought a flat in the East Fourth Ring Road before the purchase restriction was fully lifted. When her son graduated from elementary school, the mother and son moved to a new house.  Xiaomi Mili entered a private middle school. It is said that there is bilingual teaching.

    On the contrary, Chandeli is the most steadfast. The restaurant business he and his little uncle run is doing well, and they went to Wangjing to set up a branch.  But he was a little clever and was mistaken by his cleverness. In the first few years of hard work, he could save as much as he could and steal as much as he could. His tax records were incomplete and he was not enough to apply for a residence permit.

    After this thing is more and more closely connected with buying a house, buying a car, insurance, etc., it will be too late to regret it. I had to end the restaurant business here the year before last, and brought all these years of softness and restaurants.  The female foreman went back to her hometown to get married.

    The houses in the yard are not vacant, but none of the new tenants have been able to live there for three years. Basically, they come in and out for one and a half years, and they are replaced frequently.  As of yesterday, there were only two tenants left in the courtyard.

    Early this morning, Aunt Liu and Lao Gao were also sent by Hong Tao to the West Railway Station to go back to their hometown.  Lao Gao is getting older and can no longer do cleaning work, so he resigned last year.

    Ordinarily, there is a canteen to support the two of them, and Hong Tao is also planning to let them live here. It can't be said that they will die in retirement, but it is always a good thing to have someone who knows everything at home.

    It's a pity that God doesn't show face, the business of the commissary is getting worse every day.  The old couple didn't want to rely entirely on Hong Tao for support, and it would be shameful for the family to have children and daughters, so they might as well go back with all their heart.  After working hard all my life, I can't grow old and let others poke my spine in the back.

    Hong Tao came back from the station, feeling very bad. He stood in the yard and wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, but God didn't show his face. It was so cloudy that he couldn't see even the slightest bit of sunlight in the middle of the day.  When I see things, I open my mouth and Duan Luji's Duan Gexing comes out.

    Over the years, Hong Tao has become infinitely closer to a man of culture. He just reads an ancient book when he has nothing to do, and sings a couple of songs when he drinks too much or is in a hurry.

    According to his own estimation, after another ten or eight years of studying like this, he will almost be able to compose poems by himself.  It's just that the calligraphy is not yet perfect, and the brush looks pleasing to the eye when held in the hand, but the written characters are awkward no matter how you look at it.

    However, he himself is not in a hurry. The short song said that life is too short, and time goes by and cannot be regained.  But he is the opposite, life is hard and long, time goes by over and over again, always without a head, it seems to be quite worrying.

    After reading so many poems and songs, I still want to practice calligraphy hard, not to be arty, but to prepare for the next rebirth through time travel that may come at any time.

    In the past, in ancient times, he had experienced the suffering of being uneducated, so he could only do business and play force, and he couldn't touch the edge of being suave.  This time I have to make up, in case I am thrown into ancient times again, as long as it doesn't go too far, relying on the stomach"Oh, what a wonderful cabbagethe age gap is a bit bigyou don't want to cross time when you fucking don't want to wear it. If you want to time time, you have to spend it with me. Come on, dear uncle, sleep over this time  Hurry up and go through time, I can't bear it anymore. You don't want to see me being treated as a freak and sent to a medical institution for autopsy!"

    Don¡¯t let in, let¡¯s not let in, Hong Tao went back to the house to play computer games for a while, took a shower and lay down early, before he closed his eyes, he remembered something again, and began to yell at the beam for the nth time.

    He firmly believes that someone is staring at him in the sky, even if he hides under the roof, he can still hear every sentence. As long as he insists on saying and scolding every day, the missing sentence will work.
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