Golden Greenery

The Yellow River water at the foot is still roaring. It has been roaring like this for two million years, and it will continue to roar, I don't know for millions of years.

Jiushan smiled and waited for a while, but Zhuo Yang's tongue was unable to recover his expression for a long time, and Jiushan couldn't help being embarrassed. "Do you... think I'm a little... virtual?"

Zhuo Yang shook his head with open mouth.

"Then... would you think I... was brainwashed?"

Zhuo Yang's mouth closed with a click, and he looked dumb and said, "Who the hell...can you wash your brain?"

"Then do you think...I...angry youth?"

Zhuo Yang shook his head hard. "Angry youth is the ocean, you are not."

‘Huh—’ Jiushan breathed out, two hands touched his trouser pocket, turned around and walked to the jeep, leaned over and grabbed the box of Chinese cigarettes and lighters from the dashboard.

After two bombs, two of them were drawn from the cigarette case, and Jiushan passed it to Zhuo Yang. The wind by the river was very strong. The two men licked their bodies with their four hands and changed their directions several times before lighting the cigarette with a disposable lighter.

"Jiushan, you continue."

"I'm done." Jiushan spread his hands.

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Zuo Yang felt a bit choked with two soft words. When he was in middle school, he used to steal cigarettes, just like the middle school students of all ages. After stealing for a year, he gradually became addicted and changed from stealing to buying. This is true of unscrupulous middle school students.

One day in the second year of high school, Zhuo Yang carried a large aluminum pot to the boiler room in the courtyard to turn on the water. He still can't understand why people in the courtyard like to run far to open the water, instead of sitting at home and twisting the liquefied gas stove to burn a pot easily.

On that day, while the boiler was not boiling, long and small aluminum pots lined up on the concrete floor in front of the sink. Zhuo Yang and his friends hid in the small woods next to the boiler house, smoking and talking, just in advance Zhuo Tongtong, the father who walked through the woods trail after work, saw it. Zhuo Yangzheng spitting the smoke ring with his **** between Baisha and his head upwards.

After returning home, Zhuo Tongtong did not get angry, nor did he tell his wife Yang Hong. He took the two red pagoda mountains he put in the cabinet and put them on the table. After watching them for a long time, he seemed to be saying goodbye to his body.

The father said: "Zhuo Yang, your dad will discuss something with you. If your dad quit smoking from today, you will stop smoking in the future, okay?"

Zhuo Yang said, "Okay!" The two Hongta Mountains went straight to the trash can passage in the corridor.

From that day on, both the 26-year-old father and the one-year-old son quit smoking. Zhuo Yang has never installed a cigarette in his pocket, nor has he bought it. Later, I occasionally smoked two mouths, as was the case with Jiushan today, but I was not addicted.

Taking another breath, Zhuo Yang was reluctant to pinch at the soft China 330 with more than half of the roots. It is said that this batch of Soft China was produced in the third workshop of the tobacco factory. It used to be exclusively used for cigarettes, and now the wholesale price of each one is 80 yuan more expensive than the prefix "2". Using his index finger and thumb, he flicked the long cigarette **** into the rush of the Yellow River and watched it disappear into the muddy muddy yellow. Zhuo Yang turned around.

"It's not a good time, but someone is carrying weight." Zhuo Yang said: "Many people put this sentence on the signature and put it in the chicken soup, but a few people can really understand the meaning inside."

"Jiushan, you are great, to be honest. You and your comrades are very great. When you are not a general, you are all... the greatest people."

Jiushan showed a simple smile again. "It seems that you understood what I said. You know, my person is very capable of language expression. Some words I can think of but I can't understand."

"I understand it, I understand it completely. Jiushan, you choose such a life, in fact, I am not surprised. Now think about it, you seem to have been such a person since childhood, just in your heart."

"Then why were you just as stupid as a chicken?"

"Ah--!" Zhuo Yang sighed in turn: "Jiushan, I suddenly felt that I..."

Jiushan became a curious smile.

"Actually, I always think I'm pretty good..."

"You are pretty good!" Jiushan interjected.

Zhuo Yang waved his hand: "Now listen to me."

"Look, I don't dare to say that football is the best, but I want to say that I am second, I am afraid that there are not a few faces that say first. What about the piano? The first naturally differs greatly, but at my age I’m afraid that few people can beat me."

"I really have always felt that I'm pretty good, and I'm so angry. But..." Zhuo Yang suddenly wanted to smoke again. "Since I have studied abroad, six years have passed. The four of us have changed a lot, and we all have good results. I always feel that I am the most profitable one. I don’t lie to you. I really think I am the most of our four. Promising...Don't talk."

"Ocean now uses IQ to play those foreigners. He has been negotiating a lot in Italy, and I know very well. He can deceive foreigners without paying their lives!" Zhuo Yang thought of Buffon.

"Lao Mu used to be a mixed-hearted, quite righteous mixed-hearted. Now he also has his own perseverance, and uses his whole life to protect and excavate traditional culture. It is admirable to think about it."

"You don't even have to say Jiushan, your faith and defender, a man standing upright."

"People like the ocean represent the wisdom of China. Lao Mu they represent the inheritance and persistence of culture. Jiushan, you represent the muscles of China."

"And me? What about football and piano in front of you?" Zhuo Yang laughed bitterly. "If you put it in the past, football and piano are actually tricks, erotic, and fun. You don't talk about playthings, but what is the difference from the past people who have fun in the past? How to play Cuju? How to play Liuqin? Li Shishi? What is the difference between me and them? Merchants...backyard flowers..."

"I fuck!" Jiushan dumbfounded, just like Zhuo Yang just now. long time……. "What the **** can I say like this?"

"Right or wrong, Zhuo Yang has a problem with your words." Afraid that Zhuo Yang would go astray, Jiu Shan quickly explained. "You are the best of the four of us. They have always been. You are the smartest, you have been the smartest since childhood, and you are the most able to persevere. If you do not insist, can you play the ball so well? Can you play the piano well?"

"Let's put it this way, you represent our image of China, the image of awe-inspiring. You... I'm not good, anyway, you are awesome, what we do is meaningful.

"You mean? Am I... a vase?"

"What's the vase again? Isn't it~www.readwn.com~You are not a vase,...it should be the kind of Ruyao official kiln."

"What a kiln is still a vase!"

"Have you ever seen Ruyao used as a vase? What kind of things are they expensive? They are all served as ancestors, so I'm afraid they might knock..."

"You mean my glass heart?"

Jiushan "..."

"Go around, get in the car. Go home!"

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