On the night of June 2nd, I carried my baggage back to the courtyard and knocked on the door for a long time. The third uncle, Yan Bugui, stuck his head out with a kerosene lamp and squinted for a long time without recognizing it. He was still a young boy three months ago, but now he is standing at the door wearing a military uniform. I need to get to know this yard again.
Reader comments
No, brother, let's stop writing. You just shy away from the beginning, which directly dissuades the readers. No matter how you get revenge after writing, and no matter how real a man you are later, it's useless. Many people are not interested in reading the content behind. The house is used as a mourning hall. Instead of making a big fuss and not calling the police, they pretend to be mysterious and go back to sleep [cover their faces]. If you can watch this, Lao Jia is really blessing you in the sky.
I was still cowardly, my own house was used as a mourning hall by outsiders, and it just passed by without any incident. I said well at the beginning, I would call the police no matter what, but it turned out to be a big problem.
No, brother, let's stop writing. You just shy away from the beginning, which directly dissuades the readers. No matter how you get revenge after writing, and no matter how real a man you are later, it's useless. Many people are not interested in reading the content behind. The house is used as a mourning hall. Instead of making a big fuss and not calling the police, they pretend to be mysterious and go back to sleep [cover their faces]. If you can watch this, Lao Jia is really blessing you in the sky.
I was still cowardly, my own house was used as a mourning hall by outsiders, and it just passed by without any incident. I said well at the beginning, I would call the police no matter what, but it turned out to be a big problem.