poor house

Change.And those preordained trajectories will definitely bring you to me again one day.It's like this day-to-day life, year after year.

The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and the auspicious snow is a sign of a prosperous year.

This year will definitely be a good year.

My Humble House Tai Chi Chinese New Year Special Speech Speech End of Hundred Ghosts Night

TBC

Happy New Year everyone~! !

This is the end of this special chapter meow, it is exactly what I expected at the beginning. .The opposite is true. . (┳＿┳)...

Because I forgot to write it once in the big transformation (┳＿┳)...

Thank you for supporting me and encouraging me this year, please don't leave in the new year~!

love you~

My aunt has been here for the past few days, and her mood is very unstable.

But it's not just my aunt who makes me unstable these days.

Since there are always people who like to speculate so much, or decipher the so-called direction and plot of the story, then I think I should stop writing it?Anyway, someone is always going to guess before I write it, right?If you say it so well and logically, then I will trouble you to write it yourself. Guess what’s going on in other people’s buildings?I admit that it is human nature to guess where the story is going, but do you have to say it?Are you my spokesperson?Is this your building?Why do you answer others for me?

Why are you, huh?

It doesn't matter if you say I'm narrow-minded or not calm, I've said it since I wrote My Humble House, don't guess the plot in my building.One is that your guess will affect my thinking, and the other is that if you really guess right, what do you want me to write?This is not a TV series that has already been filmed. If you guessed it, it will still be released the next day. Whether you are right or wrong does not affect anything.This is what I write little by little every day. Do you think I can still write according to the ideas I thought about after you guessed it?After writing it, someone will say, "Look, I guessed it right." Yes, I guessed it right, so why don't you write your own?Is it interesting to come and tell others? !

Let me guess this way for you, do people read what I wrote, or do you guess?

and so.

I don't write anymore.

I have abandoned the pit.

I will not write about bottle evil in the future.

Guess who you like to guess.

I have deleted the story of the fifth chapter.

I will not write this story again.

This time I was really impulsive.But sorry, everyone has reverse scales.

Guess the plot, yes, but please use question sentences, don't say it so conclusively like you know how I'm going to write it.

My Ni Lin is that I hate being guessed about the plot the most, especially referring to the tone of 'I knew it would be like this'.In fact, it is completely possible to use the tone or sentence pattern of "what will happen next? Is it because of something? Is it because of something" to discuss?

To put it bluntly, it is easy to talk about business and quantity.But I beg you not to use that kind of tone and sentence pattern that is so convincing.

Who provoked me this time, I guess she knows it well.It doesn't matter if there are no counts, I deleted all those floors.

I said it too harshly, and I apologize.

But I think I've always been pretty good-tempered. Only this incident made me blew up, and I was really angry.

Where I was wayward, I apologize.I shouldn't have said hurtful things like quitting the circle.Sorry for making everyone anxious and worried.

However, I was forced to write this story by someone, or a certain kind of person, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

In fact, this kind of thing has happened too many times, and it forced me to almost give up when I was writing Tiangan.Now here again, I really don't have such a good temper, and my aunt also profoundly explained what it means to add insult to injury.

So, above.

I have deleted this story.I won't write anymore.

As for whether it will be rewritten, whether there will be a continuation, and whether there will be new ones, to be honest, I don't have that much effort.

Kan の Hui's story, let's meet again by fate.

I was so impulsive last night, I apologize to everyone.

In fact, I still hope to see your comments, discussions about stories, and so on.Your messages are the driving force for me to continue, and I have always believed in this.

But sometimes, the tone and wording are really important.Because language and writing have always been a double-edged sword.This incident should be regarded as a wake-up call for myself, and it can also be regarded as letting everyone see my irrational and willful side.

I won't write about the previous update, and it may be included in the episode in the future.

Fifth story, let's start over.

Bow, thank you all for your support.

————————— False Trailer ————————————

Is there really empathy in this world?Is there really anything in this world for granted?I am used to seeing the world of life and death, what else is left besides indifference?The interlaced light and shadow of lead type, the copywriting soaked in ink, and the interlaced life of fiction and reality, only what people are willing to see and believe is the so-called reality.As for the things that are too obvious, they have long been ignored.The truth is true to you, and it is true to me.

——"Humble house Taiji chapter Kan の back sketch"

Lantern Festival Congratulations to My Humble House with Lanterns

Fireworks are easy to be cold, so I will always hold the lights for you, and brighten your journey home.

---Inscription

"Brother, I bought the Lantern Festival and came back, open the door—"

Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, but Wang Meng is not here and Wu Xie's life is muddled, so he didn't remember until night that he hadn't bought the Lantern Festival.After saying hello to Zhang Qiling, I rushed to the nearest convenience store. Although Zhang Qiling didn't have any requirements for food, and Wu Xie didn't like sweets too much, since it was a festival left by our ancestors, we should enjoy it.

The vermilion wooden door was not closed tightly. Standing at the door, Wu Xie looked at the lights coming out from the gap, and knew that it must be the two palace lanterns that would always be lit. Wu Xie had asked Zhang Qiling what the two lanterns were for before. But Zhang Qiling just lost his mind for a long time, and then said lightly that he forgot.

It would be strange if the memories of thousands of years could be remembered clearly.So Wu Xie didn't think much about it, and there were two ever-burning lamps in the yard, which always gave Wu Xie an inexplicable sense of belonging.

"Brother, open the door—" After waiting for a while but Zhang Qiling didn't come to open the door, Wu Xie knocked lightly again and called, "Brother?"

The force that originally reacted on the hand suddenly disappeared, and the sound of the bearing slowly rotating was like a long and joyful sigh. Wu Xie stood in front of the door and looked at the two palace lanterns in the yard that were swaying gently in the night, secretly The red light smudged the night into a slightly drunken intoxication.The evening wind unhurriedly brought a faint smell of sulfur, bit by bit filling the cool air.

"Tick-tock-"

His face seemed to be hit by cold liquid, Wu Xie subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it off, but he lost his mind when he raised his hand.When he gathered his gaze again, he realized that the sky had turned leaden gray, and the thick clouds were layered like a curtain, and they were dripping wet on his clothes——

This is, is it raining?

"Master, the master is not good—"

The pale butler panickedly called Wu Xie who was still standing at the door, only to realize that he was drenched by the rain.Blocking the rain from Wu Xietou Mountain with one hand, the housekeeper said anxiously, "Young master, the master was read a book today in Chaoshang!"

"What?" Following the butler, he hurriedly walked into the room. Once he entered the lobby, Wu Xie saw a room full of maids and servants kneeling silently on the ground, while the mother in the middle hall had a sad face. "Mom, what's the matter? Where's my father?"

"Xie'er, don't worry about your father, it's important to pack up some clothes and run for your life." Madam Wu, who was already full of tears, got up and pushed Wu Xie, and walked to the back hall, her cold hands were full of undried tears.

"Mother, what's the matter?!" Wu Xie pressed Mrs. Wu's shoulder without caring about etiquette, "Why hasn't Dad come back yet?"

"Master, I'm afraid the master won't be able to come back." The housekeeper who was standing by the side lowered his head, his voice was also full of sadness.

"Don't talk about your father, our Wu family has fourteen people, and I'm afraid they will all be implicated. Before the imperial decree arrives, Xie Er, you go, you are our Wu family's only hope." Mrs. Wu said He took off the red hairpins on his head and stuffed them into Wu Xie's arms, "The family's belongings will definitely be confiscated, so go and pawn all these jewelry, and hide your name incognito."

"Mom, what are you doing!" Although the Wu family is not a famous family, but Wu Xie's father is not so bleak in the court, what kind of official did he offend this time? The crime of implicating the whole family? "Who did my father offend? What was he charged with?"

"Young master, the master has always been at odds with the prime minister in the court. He has been impeached many times because the prime minister instigated it in the dark. Although every time there is no danger, but this time the prime minister used an unintentional poem by the master to give the master The crime of treason was framed, even if the master is justified, he can’t justify it!" The housekeeper couldn’t help but sighed, "Young master, you can go quickly, if you don’t leave, the imperial decree to imprison all the families will come down soon!"

"I won't leave, what will you do if I leave!" If I leave, the Wu family's crime of treason may never be cleared up, and even all the families will be executed. "If the officials know that there is a lack of people, it will be even more a crime of deceiving the emperor!"

"Silly boy, that official doesn't know you!" Mrs. Wu said, winking at the housekeeper, "You can leave at ease, even if we are all beheaded, at least the Wu family still has you!"

"Master, let's go, let's go." The butler couldn't help but tugged at Wu Xie's sleeve.