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For a Prosperous World

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Chapter 209 Who is helping people to play the piano?

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It is said that there are many people on the streets in Xianyang City. From time to time, they can see some young people carrying the burden and walking through the roadside. When it is after the war, the people who return from the armor. I can see two or three old people sitting on the side of the road laughing and joking, and the children at home can always laugh and say a few words. The children ran around and ran into the passers-by, and the others just smiled and touched the child's head. This kind of thing would not be taken care of.

The sun is so good that the street is warm, the green trees along the road are good, and the leaves are green and green. Along the slate between the roads, a few green grasses came out and added a bit of green.

A man in a white dress walked slowly down the street, looking at the people on both sides, his eyes seemed to be a little smile.

But with a face visor on his face, the look of sly can only be scared.

Before a pub, she stopped, thinking like it, and finally went in.

It seems that someone feels that the shopkeeper of the pub raised his head and saw the appearance of the person in front of him stunned, but still smiled and asked: "What do guests want?"

"A pot of wine." Gu Nan said with some bluntness, took a few ring money from his waist and placed it on the table.

She hasn't bought this for a long time, and she can't remember it. What is this taste, I am afraid it is just remembered.

"Wait a minute." The shopkeeper said with a smile, and put down the work in his hand.

Going to the back and taking a jar of wine out: "Guest, your wine."

"Yeah." Gu Nan took the spy and started sinking: "Thank you."

Walking out of the pub with the wine, I looked at the sky.

When it was just after noon, it seemed to hesitate and walked toward the east.

Outside the suburbs, there was a whistle of whistle, perhaps a sneak pastoral child, sitting on the back of the old cow. The flute sounded far away, and it came from a distance. There was a little tune in the country tune that I had never heard before.

Gu Nan walked on the small road, with some grassy smell between the soil, and a few pieces of grass clippings flew up in the wind and floated toward the sky. The wildflowers, which do not know the name, are clustered on the side of the road, with a few drops of morning dew. The sound of the insects rang lightly and was hidden in the grass.

At the end of the path is a forest slope. Looking at the white robe, a little beast lifted his head in the grass and fled.

Gu Nan followed the path to the slope, but there were five green graves. Standing there alone, no one else.

Stepping on the grass and making a slight squeaky sound.

Gu Nan took the wine and sat down at the grave.

The right hand was placed on the jar, and there was a scar in the back of the hand and the palm of the hand. This was when Jing Jing pierced her palm, and she never left her. But that time was not the same, perhaps, because it was a sword used to kill the king. The moment the sword pierces her palm, she can vaguely feel something and say something unclear.

The palm of the hand opened the seal of the jar, sitting there, she took off her face, revealing the face under the face.

The blue silk hangs down and falls on the side of the face, but the face is as it used to be.

But she is no longer the same.It is no longer the young boy in the green shirt who is looking at the hometown of Xuexie, and is no longer the turbid person who is drunk in making a picture.

Dressed in plain clothes, I have long been ignorant of where the road is, but people have called her a funeral.

Little green and painting fairy are also leaving in this year, she can't stay.

Did not say anything else, lifted the jar and sipped up.

Gan Yan's liquor is like a throat, Gu Nan is also remembered, this is what it is, it is a long bitter taste.

The white robe was sitting in the woods, listening to the wind and the wind, until the sun was skewed.

The long grazing sound gradually progressed from a distance, and it was the return of the shepherd boy. A hoof, the calf sounded from the small road.

A child in a short coat rides on the back of the cow and holds a bamboo flute with a small hole in his hand.

He turned his head and saw a man on the hillside. It was a very nice woman, and he was too dazed. Holding the cow, walking on the road, twisting his head and staring.

The woman looked at the sun and took a face from her side and put it on her face. The appearance of the face is scary, and the shepherd boy does not understand why the woman who looks so good must bring such scary faces.

He didn't think too much, blowing with a bamboo flute, and the flute slowly disappeared at the end of the path.

The sun is sag.

"Is there a good look in this world?"

No one answered her, Gu Nan took the empty jar and got up and left.

On the occasion of leaving, I looked back and was empty.

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On the street in front of Wu'an Junfu, there was no one in the cold. Gu Nan stood in front of the door and reached out and pushed the door open.

The leaves in the door have fallen to the ground, and it has not been cleaned for a long time. The evening wind blew, and the leaves gently flipped.

In front of the hall, Gu Nan walked alone, and walked into the small courtyard before turning to the hall.

In the old tree still standing there, Black Brother stood by the old tree, saw Gu Nan come back slowly, and his forehead touched her body.

Gu Nan gently glared at the black brother, smiled and touched its stable.

The black brother is also old, and he has been unable to run for a few years.

There was no faint sound in Wu’an Junfu, and there was no such joke, and no one stood behind her and put a dress on her.

"Wife, I am back." That old man, with a girl laughing and walking home, the result was met by the old lady.

"Let her stay." The wife sighed.

Since then, there has been one more person in the house.

Gu Nan looked back stunnedly. She seemed to have seen the lights on the hall light, and Bai Qi and Wei Wei were sitting together to greet her to eat.

When she asked her about the back of her military book, Wei Wei patted the white head and said that the whole day’s military book did not allow my girl to eat?

Xiaolu is standing at the side with a smile. Painting the fairy holding the piano, the sound of the piano is moving. Lao Lian took the black brother and just came back from the front of the door.

Everything is as old as it is, but it is just stunned. Between the two, the house is dark and empty.

Gu Nan silently turned back and smiled and fed the black brother with some horse grass.

Holding nothing, sitting under the old tree.

The tree shadows, the Gu Nan raised her head, and the branches held the moonlight.The person under the face is laughing: "This war is over, don't you accompany me?"

No one answered her.

The voice trembled, and the man seemed to be unable to hold back and lowered his head.

A leaf fell on the old tree and fell on a long piano on the table. It seemed to fluctuate the strings.

When the young boy of the Qing dynasty was in the government, he was a veteran, and he was so busy that he often made it unsafe.

Wang Xuesixiang, took the snow flakes of the girl's hair. Mistakenly hit and seized the displaced person.

The juvenile was born and went out of Xinjiang until the veteran left. I am eager to look forward to the world. The old man is absent, the music is as old as the old one, and the green-shirt woman’s eyebrows are reddish, and the armored cloak helps her to hang.

In the army, leading the battle, I do not know the return period. The house was deserted all the year round, but some people still waited by candle, until the blue silk was defeated, and the face was old.

To this day, the voice is getting farther away, and the scene of the year may only be seen in the dream.

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