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Chapter 92

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    "Your master is really capable." My words really came at the right time.

    Yang Yue also laughed.  The corners of the mouth are curved up, the eyes are curved down, beautiful arcs, wonderful smiles flying everywhere, ecstatic smiles.

    "Then you have been with your master since you were a child? You grew up in Korea?"

    "I was born in South Korea. When I was five or six years old, I came to Beijing with my parents, and my grandfather ran away."

    "Running at both ends won't kill your grandfather from exhaustion?"

    "Fool! Can't fly?"

    "Airplane? Your master is really good, and you can still take a plane. It will cost a lot of money."

    "Well, take the plane, my grandfather said that you have to be worthy of yourself, otherwise you will be punished by God That plane is so big"

    I suddenly felt the discomfort of being humiliated and ridiculed, the discomfort of pain.  Country people have to deal with dirt all their lives, who can afford to fly!  I am afraid that only the chairman is eligible to sit.  I remember, I was closest to the plane, probably when I was busy in the field, the plane "roar" rose from the horizon, rose slowly, and roared slowly in the sky above my head  It's gone, far away.

    "Okay, tell me why you came here and went to Yang Chunya's house."

    "Yang Chunya is my uncle, the uncle of an old grandpa's family, why do you call my uncle's name!" I was sitting a little higher than her, and she shook my leg with one hand, and turned into a fist with the other hand to beat me fiercely.

    "I'm still his uncle! According to seniority, you still have to call me grandpa."

    "Get out, it's disgusting!" She shook her face, stood up and was about to leave.

    I quickly leaned over and grabbed her hand, "Okay, forgive me, Miss Korea." Her furious face turned into a smile again.  She sat down and went on with her story.

    It seems that after a while, the water surface is windy, cool and then cool for a while, with the elegant fragrance of popcorn.

    "It's broken, it's windy. Look at the black clouds rolling over, hurry up, it's going to rain."

    Yang Yue and I jumped into the boat in a panic, untied the rope, and quickly rowed the oar.

    The black cloud is still too fierce, smoky, like a goblin, covering the top of the head, roaring the wind, and throwing dense raindrops, rolling over from the distant mountains, rivers, and fields.  In a very small effort, heavy raindrops poured down like gravel.  The raindrops were full of energy, each one was the size of a bean, and they fell very tightly. When they fell on the body, it was really like being hit by a thousand hammers and nails, and the pain was unbearable.  I was so troubled, I wanted to find a place to hide quickly.

    "Yang Yue." I shouted, shouting with the strength of breastfeeding, in this majestic downpour, this is also an insignificant voice.

    She seemed to sense my turning back, stopped the paddle in her hand, stood up, stretched her arms, kept her balance, walked over slowly and asked, "What?"

    "It's raining too much, we can't walk anymore, there will be flash floods, let's take shelter in a nearby broken house."

    "Okay, okay." Yang Yue took my felt hat, put it on, and sat down to curl up on the boat.

    Don't let the mountain torrent break out, don't shake us I'm desperate.  The boat went into a patch of reeds and walked for a while, and the gap in the reeds became bigger and bigger.  After walking for a long time, it finally arrived.

    The rain beat so hard that it was difficult to open my eyes, and I tried hard to identify the direction.  After dragging the boat to the shore and fastening the rope to the pine tree, he helped Yang Yue get off the boat.  I clenched her hand tightly, stepped on the muddy soil, took slippery steps, and staggered towards the dilapidated house on the mountain from the loess slope poured by the flood.

    The dilapidated house is still standing upright.  Ancient wooden rafters, thick stone pillars.  But it was pitch black everywhere, and the black straw on the roof was covered with smoky grime.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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