For this kind of evil spirit that even babies dare to threaten, Li Nanfang is really - can''t help it.
Only beggar bite teeth, poor cruel next, turn around pat buttocks to go.
Although his face is full of indignation, but the fear in his heart is very good, which is not seen by Yang evil spirit.
As early as in Myanmar gray Valley to see that scroll, Li NanFang''s subconscious, there is a strong premonition.
He and the ancient maid on the scroll seem to have some inexplicable involvement.
Because of the side of the maid, she looks like Yue Zitong, her mother Yang Tiantian.
It''s a little like the woman in the manger.
But at that time, his feeling was not so strong that he soon forgot it.
Until he had that dream in the sea, he began to suspect that he was really the son of Yang HunJun. The woman lying in the coffin under the manger was after giving birth to his mother.
Especially when Yang Xiao said that Tiepai was his, so was Li Nanfang.
Some words, do not have to worry about the change, Li Nanfang can also judge the true or false.
So when Yang Xiao said that the iron card was his, Li Nanfang believed that he was not being unreasonable.
Iron card, it''s probably his.
There seems to be a mysterious relationship between Yang Xiao, an ancient lady and boss Li.
What mysterious relationship?
Li Nanfang thought of the story Yang HunJun once told him in his dream.
According to the absurd story in the dream, Yang Xiao is probably the property magnate in Jiuyou. In order to restrain Yang HunJun from making mischief outside, he has already arranged a big enemy.
Only in this way can we explain why the black dragon hidden in Li NanFang''s body is so afraid of Yang Xiao.
And why does Yang Xiao always say that when Li Nanfang is about to die, he will tell him a secret.
"Lao Yang, for the sake of our life and death, we depend on each other. You can tell Laozi what is going on."
After walking to the blind corner beyond the thatched cottage, Li Nanfang bowed his head and patted his stomach.
Maybe Lao Yang didn''t feel angry. He even dared to call himself Laozi, so he didn''t pay attention to him.
After asking for three times in succession, he didn''t feel that the black dragon was moving. After that, Li Nanfang scolded the cowardly rat in silence and walked quickly into the coconut forest.
Before the man went in, his sunshine laughter had already been put in: "ha, ha ha. Two concubines, my king is here
"Wow, wow."
The two concubines haven''t responded yet. The little prince of the king started to cry.
Jenima''s disappointment.
Li Nanfang secretly scolded a sentence, only to find that the two concubines had fallen asleep.
The woman of nerve again big, in afraid again tired and ache after half of the night, can''t bear tired.
The cry of the cubs didn''t wake them up.
Sunlight through the coconut forest, sprinkled on the black and white peony that two quiet faces, let him increase a great sense of pride.
"Well, don''t NIMA cry, will you? Come on, I''ll take you to the seaside. "
Li Nanfang gently held the child out of Ham''s arms. For the first time, he felt that he was so rightful in calling himself Laozi.
After the eruption of the volcano, the sea water is still a little turbid, and we can no longer see the fish swimming in the water.
Li Nanfang held the child, swaying back and forth, humming a lullaby in his mouth -- "my sister miss my brother''s tears". Looking to the East, he began to yearn for a mirage, so that he could see the woman he wanted to see most.
"For so long, they should forget Lao Tzu."
With a laugh of self mockery, Li Nanfang looked down at the child again.
The child was originally malnourished and was born in seven months. It is estimated that the maximum weight of the child is about five catties. Li Nanfang can hardly feel his existence in his arms.
He was humming for half a day, the child fell asleep again.
When the baby is asleep, it always smiles unconsciously.
But they are a little stingy, always wait for adults to see clearly, will smile convergence.
Baby''s smile, is the purest smile, as beautiful as a flash in the pan.
Staring at his son with a smile on his lips, Li Nanfang said after five minutes: "in fact, it''s not bad to be forgotten. We''re also very happy now, aren''t we, little boy? No. You are the son of Laozi. You must have a loud name to be worthy of Laozi''s outstanding status. Well, let me think about it. What''s your name? "
Giving people names is one of Li NanFang''s best skills.
Ye Xiaodao has learned it deeply. Every time he thinks of the 80 names Li Nanfang gave him, he has the impulse to stab him to death with a knife.
Calling donkey is the most elegant of the 80 names Li Nanfang gave Ye Xiaodao.Li Nanfang, who was just at his fingertips, was in trouble when he named his son.
Frowning for about ten minutes, he couldn''t think of a name worthy of his son.
Li Dao Sheng?
Li equator?
Or Li dystocia?
These names are inferior. Li Nanfang is not a catchy name. He is amiable and powerful.
"Well, if your mother''s name sounds better, I won''t be embarrassed. At that time, you can use our two surnames as our first names. What''s the name of a fool. Han -- Han? "
Li Nanfang had an idea and raised his feet to slap the sea water: "it''s called Li Han."
Li Han, a man surnamed Li.
It''s a very high name.
"Yes, it''s Li Han. Li Han, don''t follow your mother''s path when you grow up, or I will kill you. However, those geneticists have said that if a couple has a stronger gene, they will have more children. Now I doubt that the gene of your peddler mother is stronger than that of a good citizen like me. "
Just as Li Nanfang was struggling with which gene was stronger for him and ham, dark clouds slowly came up over the blue mountains of China.
Fortunately, the city has lost its soul.
The spring is the soul of Castle Peak.
After the Spring Festival this year, Castle Peak ushered in the worst spring since the founding of the people''s Republic of China.
There hasn''t been more than three millimeters of rain in the whole spring.
On the green hills where there is no rain, except for a few springs where the water source is particularly prosperous, all the springs have stopped spraying.
If there is no spring in the green mountain, it is equivalent to no soul.
Especially with the change of seasons, the sun in the sky is more and more bright after coming to the early summer, which is not polite to evaporate several water sources in this city.
All wells in Qingshan must be closed except those necessary for farmland irrigation.
Including those heavy industrial enterprises in Qingshan, they should also have a plan when using water, and they can no longer waste as recklessly as in the past.
It was specially stipulated by the supreme leader of Castle Peak, after consulting geologists, to close all the wells that can be closed in order to ensure that the springs are not blocked by mud due to too much drought.
After the groundwater is no longer wantonly exploited, the water level will not drop indefinitely.
Just wait until a heavy rain comes, all the thirsty springs will immediately glow with vitality.
But where is the heavy rain?
Will it be on this cloudy night?
The office of drought and waterlogging prevention is now full of lights.
It must be the cause of the drought. The evergreen director of the drought and waterlogging prevention office is bubbling.
Director Chang''s appearance is not very good, his education level is only junior college, and his working ability is even better. There are many people in the drought relief office.
However, after the old director retired last year, he was just a group leader, and the most insignificant director Chang was like a black horse born in the sky, occupying the top position. He was highly recommended by a certain leader and sat on the throne.
Of course, compared with the financial department and the Municipal Bureau, the drought relief office is too small to be ignored.
But anyway, it''s one of the formal sectors at the municipal level.
Only sitting in this seat can we solve the level of deputy.
Work hard for a few years, and then go back to the relationship. Hum, the next director of the Finance Bureau may also come from the drought and waterlogging prevention office.
In private, it is rumored that there are two reasons why the staff of the drought relief office can become the head of the office.
First, Lao Chang, 48, has a beautiful wife of 36.
As for LAOCHANG''s beautiful wife, who is 12 years younger than he is, what does it have to do with his ability to become the biggest black horse and the head of the drought relief office? Those who hear this rumor should go to their own brains to make up for it.
Second, the name of director Chang is good.
Evergreen, evergreen means that green mountains will always be evergreen.
Whether director Chang became the head of the unit because of these two reasons has not been verified.
However, his plump and beautiful wife has often come to the drought relief office since the spring drought.
Every time she came, she would stay with Lao Chang in the director''s office for a long time before leaving.
Every time, the door is closed.
Some people speculate that they must be doing that.
After all, every time Mrs. Chang leaves, she looks red, graceful, smiling and satisfied.
On the contrary, when director Chang comes out again, his legs will obviously tremble.
But even if you can guess what they''re doing in the office, who can say something?
They are legal couple. Even if they often take the lady''s crotch down, no one has the right to manage it.Don''t forget, since last month, Lao Chang has not been home once, food and housing are in drought relief.
His wife is in the year of tiger and wolf, and it is human nature to ask for nourishment.
"Oh, Han, you guys haven''t finished work yet."
After hearing Jiao Didi''s voice, he was facing the water vein map provided by the Water Conservancy Bureau. Xiao Han and others, who were thinking hard, raised their heads when they heard Jiao Didi''s voice.
I saw a woman wearing a black sleeveless cheongsam and walked in.
It is the wife of the director.
"Director Cheng, you are here."
No matter how they talk about her and director Chang in private, Xiao Han and others should be very polite when they see her.
In fact, she is the deputy director of a street office, who is in charge of cleaners, and is not even a unit level cadre.
"Come on, have a taste of the peaches my sister bought for you. It''s sweet. If you rub the skin, you''ll get water."
In spite of the refusal of Xiao Han and others, director Cheng put a convenient bag of peaches on the table and said a few words about everyone''s hard work after working overtime. Then he pushed the door and walked into director Chang''s office.
"Tonight, a dry land will be moistened again."
Looking at the dark sky outside, Xiao Han sighed: "well, I hope that our green hills can also be nurtured by director Chang. Oh, no, it''s God''s blessing. Otherwise, we''re all going to die. "
In the office, director Chang, who was also looking at the water pulse graph with a sad face, looked back and then his face changed: "you, how did you come again?"
No.937: the dragon is not in the abyss. You hardly go home these months. I''ll come to the unit to see what''s wrong with you? "
Director Cheng said, reaching out to pick up a corner of the cheongsam, put a small waist curling over.
After putting the small heat preservation bucket in his left hand on the table, director Cheng reached out to hook director Chang''s neck, and his eyes were like silk: "now that the world is suffering from a severe drought, there is a piece of land that is also dry and smokes. It needs to be moistened by the director of drought control office."
"Go, go."
Director Chang quickly opened her hand, stood up from the chair and went around to the other side of the table, complaining: "you have only watered this land for a few days? I don''t have so much rain for you to ask for. Hurry home. I heard that the city leaders will come here to inspect the work tonight. It''s not good to let the leader see that you are there - "
director Cheng sneered and interrupted her husband''s words:" hum, what''s wrong with the leader? Although director Chang is the director of drought control office, you are my husband. The husband does not go home for several months, the wife sleeps alone, the heart is empty, needs the man, this is in the sentiment in reason. No matter how powerful the leadership is, it is enough to control the nature and the land. Should we also care whether we have a private life
"What are you talking about? Ah
Seeing Jiao Didi''s wife coming to her, director Chang was also a little impatient and no longer dodged. He sighed in a sad voice: "you don''t know. Every time you leave, I feel that there is something wrong with the way people look at me. They, they can definitely guess what we did. Or you''re too loud. "
"Guess what? What if you hear me
Director Cheng continued to sneer. Just as he was about to untie his husband''s belt, the window suddenly turned white.
Then there was a rumble of land mines.
"It''s going to rain, it''s going to rain!"
Director Chang was so happy that he couldn''t care about anything else. He pushed his wife away and rushed to the window. He opened the window and looked out.
Just as it happened, another flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, followed by louder thunder, roaring and rolling.
At this time, all the young people who worked in the night fighting against drought had already run to the courtyard outside downstairs, and their hands were facing the sky in succession, shouting excitedly, "go down, go down, I want to blossom!"
A heavy rain at this time will be related to whether director Chang can continue to sit on the throne of the drought relief office.
That''s a bit of bullshit.
after all, Chang director is just a person, not a God, it doesn''t rain. God has the final say.
But this is an indisputable fact.
Therefore, director Chang''s concern about whether the heavy rain can fall tonight can even suppress why the process director is not pregnant.
Deeply aware of her husband''s eagerness for the heavy rain, director Cheng could not continue to grumble. He arranged his cheongsam, went to the window and stood shoulder to shoulder with her husband and stretched out his right hand.
When raindrops fell on her right hand, the cheers of the people downstairs were even louder: "it''s raining, it''s raining! Oh, oh
"It''s raining. At last it''s raining."
Director Chang was also excited, his face flushed and his body trembled.
The thickness of the clouds, and the unstable wind direction, if the rain falls, it will be a torrential rain, as if the leak.
"This time, it should not be like the previous times, but the thunder is loud and the rain is small?"
Director Chang murmured, turning around and just about to run out of the office, went downstairs to have fun with many subordinates and prayed for God to pour down the river. However, his wife whispered, "it''s useless. This time, I still can''t get down."Although director Chang has never been engaged in feudal superstition, he is also very concerned about what his wife says at this time, which is very unlucky and unlucky. He turns back and says in a low voice: "Stinky ladies, what are you talking about?"
"Really, it won''t rain, just like the last few times."
Director Cheng didn''t care about being scolded by her husband. He grabbed his arm and said seriously, "if Qingshan wants to have a heavy rain, it will be some time before something comes back."
"What are you putting -"
director Chang was about to scold her, but suddenly thought of something, his face changed greatly: "you, you went to the old monk again!"
Director Cheng did not speak, but nodded slightly.
Chang director backhand, a grasp of his wife''s hand, shaking hard, urgent asked: "he, what did he say?"
"If the dragon is not in the abyss, why does it rain heavily?"
Director Cheng hesitated, then whispered this sentence.
"If the dragon is not in the abyss, why does it rain heavily?"
Director Chang murmured this sentence over and over again, reaching out to pop up the window.
The night sky outside was still overcast with thunder and lightning, and the wind roared as if the sky were about to fall over the green hills.
From time to time there was a faint thump in the mountains far south.
It was a joint Department led by the municipal leaders, who were launching rockets into the sky for artificial rainfall.
Artificial rainfall is a kind of artificial behavior that seeding dry ice, silver iodide, salt powder and other catalysts into clouds by aircraft and rockets according to the physical characteristics of different clouds, so as to make cloud precipitation or increase precipitation.
In the past few times, when the black cloud covered the green mountain, it carried out a large-scale artificial rainfall operation. However, it was said that even the mineral water bottles that members of the rainfall working group drank at the site were not filled with the rain.
From time to time, there are raindrops falling on Director Chang''s hand.
He could also clearly feel the coolness that had been lost for a long time, but his mood was not as happy as he had just been.
In his ears, only the words of his wife echoed.
In front of me, there is also an image of a white bearded eminent monk.
He had never seen the old monk who was called "empty".
I don''t want to admit that he can sit on the throne of the director of the drought relief office today, and he has an inseparable relationship with Kongkong master.
But in fact -
slowly, director Chang''s thoughts returned to the beginning of last December.
At the beginning of December last year, the old director of the drought relief office was retiring at the end of February this year. So who will replace him and become the new director of the drought relief office will become the "national event" most concerned by director Chang and others.
Despite the fact that the drought relief office is a Qingshui yamen, the influence of the leader in Qingshan is not even comparable to that of the peddlers.
But in any case, the head of the Yamen is a serious deputy.
In theory, they are on the same level with the leaders of industrial and commercial taxation, public security, land and other departments.
Therefore, to solve the problem of level, it is easier to be the head of the drought relief office than in other departments directly under it.
For the gilded, the drought relief office is the best springboard to climb up.
Therefore, the retirement of the old director, of course, will attract the attention of all those who are positive and show their magic power. They will try to find relationships everywhere and hope to be able to sit on the throne.
Napoleon said that soldiers who don''t want to be generals are not good soldiers.
This sentence also applies to the officialdom all over the world. Civil servants who don''t want to climb up are not good civil servants.
Of course, director Chang also wants to be a good civil servant - but he knows that he and the director of the drought relief office are far away from each other.
1、 There''s no one up there.
2、 He is already 48 years old this year, and he has already passed the age of officials at this level.
3、 After more than 20 years of hard work, his ambition for the country has been in vain.
4. In a word, director Chang knows very well that no matter who will compete for the director of the drought relief office, it is possible, but only he can''t.
Since he can''t do anything, director Chang doesn''t expect him to eat the cake. Instead, he keeps a normal heart. When others are moving around, he still goes to and from work every day, devoting all his energy to dealing with the female tiger at home.
To say that director Cheng is a female tiger is not to say that she has a fierce temper, but that women of her age require sexual life in the age of tigers and wolves.
Director Chang remembers very clearly that after returning home on the day of last year''s Laba Festival, his wife who went back to a city in Northwest China to send New Year gifts came back.
After the couple met, director Cheng''s first word was to ask him whether he wanted to be the director of the drought relief office.
At that time, director Chang immediately burst into laughter and said that he wanted to do something about it. He also hoped that director Cheng, who was in charge of a few cleaners in a certain street, would vigorously support him.
"I''m not kidding you. As long as you do as I say, the chair of director is yours! ""You motherfucker, go back to your hometown and you won''t be contaminated with anything unclean. Do you have a fever and talk nonsense?"
This was the first reaction of director Chang at that time, reaching out to touch his wife''s forehead.
But was opened by his wife, grabbed his collar, said: "say, do you want to go or not?"
The old often was frightened by his wife''s ferocious appearance. He quickly said that of course he wanted to. Who didn''t want to be a fool.
But the question is, who can help him?
Is it that any of the leaders above took a fancy to his wife -- to promote him to be the director of the drought relief office in exchange for that?
In that case, he would rather resign and drown in the sea than refuse the hat.
"Bullshit. I''ve thought about it
Director Cheng blushed and pushed aside Lao Chang, saying so and so.
At midnight on New Year''s Eve, she would go to the southern heilongyu alone. She would set up a censer at the highest place and kneel down there to burn incense devoutly -- nothing to say or even to think about. As long as she stayed up until the ugly time, she could go home.
Riding on horses, new year''s Eve is always the coldest time in winter.
Especially in the highest part of the barren mountain in heilongyu in the south, after kneeling for two hours, can''t they be frozen into popsicles?
Even if you can''t freeze into a popsicle, you have to be scared to death.
Heilongyu is a ghost place. It is famous in Qingshan.
It''s a bad name.
Local ancient legend, every full moon night, people at the foot of the mountain will see the highest place, there are black smoke rising, there are faint women crying.
There are a few brave young people who once went to a full moon night with sharp weapons and strong light flashlights.
As a result, they were found by their family the next day and fainted on the mountain.
When they wake up, even if they are killed, they don''t say what they see.
In such a vicious place, director Cheng let Lao Chang, who is not much thicker than Ma Gan, go there alone at midnight on New Year''s Eve and kneel down for an hour.
This woman, there must be a good mate outside. She wants to follow Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing and kill her husband, so that they can get along with each other.
Seeing that Lao Chang didn''t even go there, she began to doubt her style. Director Cheng was in a hurry, stamped her foot suddenly, and whispered, "Lao Chang, if you hadn''t gone to the northwest nine years ago, someone told me that you would have made a great achievement in the officialdom. I would have married you a loser if I stepped on a local yellow flower?"
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