Fire trucks came and went, the empty yard was wet, the snow on the ground was melted by water, and then a thin layer of borneol was formed.
The swing under the locust tree was squeaked and sealed, and Gege stood in the yard and looked at the dark-colored black room on the opposite side, and his heart collapsed.
“Who can tell me what just happened? And who are you?” Gege pointed to the box and looked at the three men standing side by side not far away.
Walker’s black face showed big white teeth, scratching his head and saying, “That, my name is Walker, I’m a tenant here, and my spaceship just exploded!”
“Your spaceship?” Gege looked down the open door. There was a dark mass of things lying on the floor in the room, and I wondered what it was?
Walker smiled. “Yeah!”
Well, this guy may have a problem in his head.
“What about you?” Gege picked his chin at Longyin. “Also a tenant?”
Long Yin held his fists in both hands and saluted. “Niche Long Yin is the tenant of the fourth branch.”
Quarters?
Gege’s head was a bit overturned. “This courtyard is called the courtyard?”
Long Yin smiled, “Mr. Sang mentioned the words at the door!”
The elder brother stunned, it was too dark when he came in just now, and he really didn’t notice that there was a word on the lintel.
“That one?” Gege sighed, his eyes fell on Lian Jing, and the kingly spirit that permeated all over him would not be the legendary overbearing president? I haven’t heard that the overbearing president also rented the courtyard house. Is it for pyramid schemes?
Gege gave Lian Jing a label in his heart, and just wanted to speak, Lian Jing gave a sigh of relief, and gave her a cold glance.
Long Yin smiled at Gege, “Let’s whisper first.” After that, he walked back to his room with a sigh in his room and sighed.
There seemed to be the deafening buzzing of a fire truck in her ears, but only a moment’s effort left her alone in the yard. Gu Ge shrank his neck, feeling that cold air was pouring in from the neckline, and the spine was cold.
“Well, you’re the little landlord?” The door of the chamber suddenly opened a gap, and Walker’s dark black face protruded out of it, a sacred white tooth shining in the night.
Ge Ge froze and nodded, “Well, I inherited this courtyard house.”
Walker retracted his head again, and Ge Ge froze, and heard the sound of Long Yin in the East Chamber. “The old landlord is really dead?”
“Little landlord looks nice!”
“Hey, I don’t know if I will be allowed to default on the rent.”
“Don’t you pay the rent for three months?”
“That’s because the old landlord is not there!”
“The naughty thinks, you’re still ready to roll out!”
Gege sighed, glanced at the dark sky, the air was full of dust, and I didn’t breathe, the mouth and nasal cavity were full of big tail ash.
Early in the morning the next day, the genius was bright, and Gege was awakened by aloud readings.
“Guanguan is a dove, on the river’s continent. A lady, a gentleman.
Stray amaranth, left and right. Lady, please.
poo. Long and careless, tossing and turning.
Stray amaranth, pick it around. Lady, Qin Seyou.
Stray amaranth, simmering left and right. My lady, Bell and Drum enjoy it. -The Book of Songs “
Who is this? Get up crazy this early?
Gege rubbed his head, slept too late last night, and tossed all night. The whole person was blind. Now he was awakened by the recitation, and he felt like his head was about to explode.
She put on a down jacket indiscriminately, dragged her slippers to the door and opened the door, and the dazzling sunlight rushed into the eyes, causing her to close her eyes.
“The little landlord is up?” Wen Run’s voice with a slight smile, Ge Ge opened his eyes sharply, Long Yin was holding a broom to sweep the snow in the yard, and Walker was wearing a down jacket with her back to her buttocks under the locust Make a snowman.
Yesterday’s snow was really big!
Gege sighed, a cold wind blew, and took a nap, and then listened to Long Yin while waving the broom while reading the Book of Songs.
In the white snow, a handsome young man in a red suit reads the Book of Songs while sweeping the snow slowly, as if suddenly pulling people into the realm of painting, and it seems to have traveled for hundreds of years at once, returning to the year with red sleeves.
