Python Skin Beard
by But And
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Looking up, he saw the swaying figure. He was growing garlic in the vegetable garden, breaking off the cloves and stuffing them one by one into the mud. The figure wandered not far away and stopped. He raised his head and saw that it was glorious. Guang Guang stood with a pale face. There was a plastic rope net used to keep out chickens outside the garden. Guang Guang's hand rested on the rope net. The land in autumn is moist but has the fragrance of earth. There are also bunches of wild flowers blooming on the roadside. "Da Lang, put me on an IV drip." Guangrong said slowly. "Okay, what are you hanging on?" He grabbed another garlic clove and pressed it deeply into the mud. The fingertips felt sticky when they touched the mud. To the west, the clouds were very low and there was a hazy sunshine, as if it was going to rain, but the east was still bright. He covered the garlic cloves with soil and let them sink into the mud. There was wind, blowing on my face, itching.
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