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    I felt my heartbeat suddenly speeding up, and I felt dizzy in my head. I looked up and saw the statue of a god with teeth and claws in front of me, and suddenly my whole body trembled, and I pushed her out.

    A naive person will naturally become very mature after experiencing many things. Buddhism talks about karma, and it is indeed reasonable.  All things have a cause, and there must be a result. Just like farming, sowing beans, sowing beans will inevitably yield beans, and planting melons will definitely yield melons. There is no falsehood.  It is precisely because of my animal behavior that I have harmed Xiao Min and Xiao Li, so I can't make mistakes again and again to destroy Xiao Mei.  Now I just feel that I am very tired, really tired, and my body and mind are too exhausted to withstand any toss.

    Xiaomei didn't feel surprised, nor did she rush forward again, as if she had expected that I would push her out, she just raised her hand to brush her hair on her forehead, straightened her clothes, sat aside and didn't do any more.  Voice.

    I was a little embarrassed, feeling at a loss, and said in a low voice: "Remember, you are my sister, and you are my sister under any circumstances. I don't have any wrong thoughts about you. I just hope that you also treat me as a brother."  , I have missed it once, and I can't make the same mistake again."

    Xiaomei still didn't make a sound, just nodded with tears in her eyes, then leaned her head on my shoulder again, and closed her eyes.

    The nights in the mountains are cool and long.  That night I lost sleep completely, and a huge yurt swelled up in my head, which was painful.  The most important thing is that if you meet Xiaomei's parents and don't know what to say, you have to make up your lines overnight, so that you can easily answer them correctly, and try to avoid the ending of flying bricks.  And her boyfriend, I must try to persuade him to accept Xiaomei, even if he is humble and flattering, I will let him accept it. If he insists on being serious with me, I will strangle him on the spot, bitch Xipi  of!  .

    Just when the white belly of Dongfang was exposed, a thick mist appeared in the air.  It was already eight o'clock in the morning when Xiaomei woke up, she simply packed up and was ready to go home with me.  Before leaving, he quickly took out his mountaineering helmet from his travel bag and put it on his head.

    Just after walking out of the temple gate, a cool breeze blows towards my face.  I couldn't help shivering slightly. I raised my eyes and looked at the mountains in front of me. It's really spectacular. There is a large farmland in front of me. The field is green. In addition to all kinds of crops, on the ridge of the field and in front of the village, from the foot of the mountain to the slope, it is full of flowers.  All kinds of small yellow flowers are overwhelming.  In Guizhou, where "the land is not three feet flat", it is very rare to have such a large piece of flat farmland without slope. What is even more speechless is that the farmland below is distributed in rings and blocks, from  Looking down from the mountainside, it looks like a natural gossip.  This is the famous natural gossip field that I often see in books.

    The five ethnic groups of Buyi, Hui, Miao, Yi and Han live in the surrounding villages. For thousands of years, they have been living in harmony here, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.  days of struggle.  It's a village, but it's just a few families. Because it's too far away from the city, there are some places where I haven't even seen an electric light. There is no electricity at all, or it is completely isolated from the outside world.  So I always feel that the people in the mountains are simple and kind but ignorant.

    Xiaomei once told me that when she was young, she asked her mother, what is the world outside the mountain?  My mother told her that there are mountains outside the mountains, and she asked, what is outside the mountains outside the mountains?  Mom told her it was still the mountain.  At that time, she knew in her young heart that this world was originally composed of mountains, and there was no flat land at all.  Later, as she grew older, she heard people who came back from the outside say that the outside of the mountain is not a mountain, but a flat river.  So she was looking forward to growing up quickly so that she could go out and go to places without mountains.  When she walked out of the mountain like a bird that broke through the cage, she fell in love with the plain. There is indeed a flat river, with no edge in sight, and there are colorful big cities, and there are a group of flowers in the city.  Green men and women.

    Xiaomei took my hand and entered the village. The houses in the village are all made of bamboo and wood, about half a meter above the ground, like a suspended attic, which is a typical ethnic minority village.  Occasionally, a few green bamboos can be seen nestled next to the farmhouse, and the whole small village looks simple and quiet.  This village is not a tourist area, and it is almost deserted. Almost all the villagers have gone to work in the fields. There are a few old people and children playing around at the door of several houses, which makes this quiet mountain village a little more lively and thick.

    A crooked fence wall, a boxy wooden fence, enclosing an old and somewhat blackened small bamboo building is Xiaomei's home.  In one corner of the fence was a large chicken shed with a few hens who might still be laying eggs.  The top of the bamboo building is covered with a layer of green tiles, covered with green moss.  Suddenly, it looked as if he had walked into an ancient tomb. If Xiaomei hadn't followed, he would have thought that no one had ever lived here.

      raised his legs and walked into the room. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a house with bare walls and broken tiles.  The two rows of wooden chairs are obviously older than me, and the vases on the coffee table are dilapidated.

    Fortunately, there was someone inside. An old man with all white hair and wrinkled face was sitting on the ground, very busy. He seemed to be weaving a basket out of bamboo millet, which is the kind of bamboo basket we often use to buy vegetables in the street.  .  The old man didn't say a word, just glanced at us when he saw us coming in, snorted and ignored us again.  Judging by that posture, it must be Xiaomei's immortal father.

    Xiaomei stepped forward and began to greet the old man in her native dialect, but the old man ignored him and continued to weave his basket, as if the basket in his hand was more important than his daughter's return home.  After a few words, the two started arguing, you and me, chattering non-stop, using the native dialect.  Seeing that, the old man was very dissatisfied with Xiaomei's return home, a little like it would be better if you die outside and never come back.

    I stood aside and wanted to persuade, but I couldn't understand a word and just stared blankly, like a foreign devil watching a play, not knowing where to start.  At last they quarreled more and more fiercely, and the old man was so angry that he dropped the basket, picked up a rolling pin and rushed over.

    I panicked when I saw it, damn it!  It's outrageous for the old guy to want to use force!  Is Xiaomei your biological daughter?  Aren't you destroying the flowers of the motherland?  With me, Zheng Lei, here, how can you allow yourself to be so unrestrained!  Come here, as you said, you raised your hand and grabbed the old guy's rolling pin, and snatched it away. I thought there would be another leg sweeper next time, but after thinking about it, let's forget it. After all, it's Xiaomei's father.  It doesn't look good when it hurts.  The old man was staggered by my hand, and was almost eaten by a yellow dog, so he became angry from embarrassment, and yelled at me: "Get out!"

    After listening to it for a long time, I understood this word, tell me to get out!  It seems that people do not welcome me.

    In the end is to roll, or not to roll?  This is a problem.  She froze for a moment, looked at Xiaomei beside her, not knowing what to do.

    The old guy became more excited when he saw that I was still. He turned around and walked into the kitchen, and rushed out angrily with a kitchen knife in his hand.  I looked down and shivered for a while, almost wet my pants, my god!  Is the old man going to work hard?

    Fortunately, this handsome guy has quick eyesight and quick hands. He turned around and grabbed Xiaomei and rushed out. Xiaomei was crying and didn't want to move.  What, the hero didn't take the immediate loss, he just pulled her and rushed all the way to the door.  .  .  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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