June 30th, 2010 | Posted in story | 1 Comment »
From the roof To the roof, take an umbrella to, quick to take an umbrella. I looked around the crowd screaming habit, those who are in a good Church of the inexplicable surprised eyes looked at me, they might think I was crazy. Finally remains Yan Lang helped me across the rain Markets, Yan Lang’s home without an umbrella, anxiously
Hurried into the dark he brought the only large lid on top of my head so The lid into the iron workshop. Workshops where artisans were all referred to me as Liu Gongzai. Tin city of all people, including Father Lang Yan The origin of my mother a lot speculation and debate, but they have followed me Liugong Zi Yan
Lang said. I think people will not readily believe Lang Guan Yan To me this statement to avoid marriage, but my real identity was beyond the imagination of the people of these areas of mediocrity. Every morning at Wrought iron of the jingling sound of waking up, I do not know where, sometimes faintly see Kiyonaga Church rose window of
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Husband and hugged Lang Yan cries of desolately moment, tin iron workshop in the city of wrought iron that sound Hom, however, Only, many naked blacksmith or pushed around Budou Yan Lang house, warm and waiting to see every detail of father and son reunion. Blacksmith father However skilled a skim pro, Yangtianzhangtan, say you returned home gloriously, to buy
Land to build a house, building tombs built the temple, who thought of you still return emptyhanded Come. Old Blacksmith wiping muddy red eyes back to the big anvil side, he picked up while the manual labor side of the break that could later be How do? A basket case, shoulder not worry, the hand can not be mentioned, since
You can only rely on Davis possessor. No one noticed that my deposit In, I stood waiting outside the nest when the rain finally Piaopo Lang calls down, Wong Nai tin city rises a mud road dust smell Fog, stacked in the open iron farm tools on the crushing sounds of the rain. Rain hit my face Bushan, I ran
June 29th, 2010 | Posted in story | No Comments »
Birthmark on my belly. Yan Lang opened a Bushan, then turn Kowtowed to his mother, he said, Mother, do you know this piece of the red birthmark, I really is your baby Yan Lang. No, belly red birthmark on many people. Old Blacksmith still stubbornly shook his head, I do not believe you are Yan Lang, if you want
To Play a hidden weapon used to kill, I will promise to, but I can not let you fake my child’s reputation, you still get out it as early as possible. Picked up an ax old blacksmith talking, he kicked towards Yan Lang, A&F Womens Long Tees bellowed, roll bar, do not let me ax the result of your dog Life. I stood
Opposite the shop door, across the street watching iron workshop in unexpected scene. Yan Lang kneeling on the ground do not have sob Into sound, suddenly I saw him take off the Buku, wildly cried, Dad, look at this, are you personally castrate a hot knife I believe I am now you swallow the winners. Followed by a blacksmith
June 29th, 2010 | Posted in story | No Comments »
For many years, Ke Guan, there would just say, the old blacksmith tongs dropped propped up in the hands of Martin Lang, he Said Ke Guan wants to play a twoedged sword knife it? Father, an orphan Yan Lang, Martin Lang is coming home. I heard the choked Lang Yan, iron workshops where people are put down dude Yan
Lang flocked to the side. The curtain was violently rolled back room, a woman skirts and a half open, embrace breastfed baby rush around Out of his mouth rapturously exclaimed, is Yan Lang home? Yan Lang child I go home? You are not Yan Lang, Lang Yan in my children Xie palace big wait on the emperor, and now he
Had a meteoric rise and eat delicious rare birds, dressed in grade silk. Old Blacksmith scrutinize The foot of Yan Lang, disdain the faces smile, he said, Keguan do Laipian me, you ragged, his face bad luck, how can you What will be my child Yan Lang? Davis, Yan Lang I really do not believe you look at the red
June 28th, 2010 | Posted in story | No Comments »
County, the roof, under the heavy rain did not want to, some hands are food baskets of fruits and vegetables Hawkers in the street, Dong Benxi hit. We covered dust out of pocket to back Martin Lang’s home, near the city was recognized the tin Yan Lang, holding jobs of women in the donkey looked towards the door eaves, Yan
Lang pointed towards using chopsticks poke, mixed with some whispered Discussion. They say you? I asked the Fleet of Foot’s donkey pull Lang Yan, Yan Lang replied surface color with embarrassment, they said, how is the donkey Empty, how had brought a whitefaced son of the home, where they do not seem to know what the capital. Yan Lang’s home
Is a noisy Crowded iron workshop. Several naked blacksmith busy at the fire, Rehan dripping, the workshops of the heat emission is not daunting Ago. Yan Lang walked straight up to a busy quenching the hump around the old blacksmith, my eyes, knees, the old blacksmith am at a loss, he is obviously Did not recognize the son left home
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To go with empty hands stroked the donkey back, nothing, he said, What shall I honor their parents, what means buy a house home Land, what means wait on His Majesty? Antirobbery just for me but even worse for Martin Lang is a fatal blow. I Do not know how to comfort him, trance and seeing a book of donkey
Hooves stampede book, album has been scattered, local stained dark green Donkey dung. That left the palace before the big sop to rush capsule collection of "The Analects of Confucius", it seems that was among the robbers threw out from the gold and silver jewelry , And now it has become my only survived the property. I slowly picked up
That book, "The Analects of Confucius," I know it has me in my future Shu There is no practical value to the public life, but I know this is another act of God, I have to take "The Analects" to go into exile. Pong Night sky faint close the eyes, dark cloud falls in the low density residential areas quarrying
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Donkey droppings Beach sloppy, Hui Hui Di Ming. I Yan Lang Lit up from the mud, Yan Lang’s face a mixture of mud and tears, looked distraught. No money, how can I go home with face? Yan Lang suddenly about Raising the hand fan’s own ears, he said, I should have Death, I think His Majesty or His Majesty,
I thought what I great eunuch Explorer, how can all the money I have brought in the body On? How can not carry around with it? Only a donkey, only a backpack and wearing a Tshirt a few commoner. I look back on hope Lookaround the plain, had only to know a lot of water risk Hill evil bandit, never
Heard of some people on the dry plains of Official Road rob and kill Acts. Xie poor hungry people I know, crazy, rob and kill poor people are doing things out, so why not watch them Why stand and watch my life savings into the hands of robbers? Yan Lang break out crying, he staggered toward the donkey ran off
June 27th, 2010 | Posted in story | No Comments »
In a short moment, I saw a Were picked with the tip masked opened donkey’s luggage, threw another no companion under the saddle, because the face is soft and no two Force hurry people, the whole process seem so simple and easy. Then masked by approaching Yan Lang, in a few words of the crossexamination of After tearing up the
Bu Shan Yan Lang, Martin Lang I heard in a desperate and shrill voice in the begging them, but without any explanation masked persons From his belt cut off his arm and money on top somewhere, when my mind blank, I’m still sitting on a stone in the road do not do Move, I know the only reality is that
They snatched all my money, now we have broke. 5 robbery Road Who quickly ran into the oak woods kissing and soon disappeared in the plain of dusk. Yan Lang Pafu side in the drainage fixed a long time, I see See his body twitching violently, and he is crying. Frightened other end went to the side pull on gray
June 26th, 2010 | Posted in story | No Comments »
I am but one being carried home wrapped. Everything is God cruel security Pai, country inn, now I think everyone happy than me, even if I was supreme in this country Imperial. Encounter Jianjing place is ten miles south of the boundary of quarrying on the county. At twilight drew, Yan Lang led to the water, the donkey Mizobe water,
I sat by the roadside rest for a moment on the rocks. The other side of the ditch is an unfathomable oak woods, I suddenly However, one launched into the forest to see birds and crows, have Zada’s hoofs came rolling in from a distance, the leaves can be seen swaying between five Horse horse and five masked horseman, who
Rushed like lightning and the other end Martin Lang pack the bags and the negative gray donkey. His Majesty, fast Run, met a road bandit. I heard Martin Lang sent a cry of panic, he desperately thrust the donkey trail to the house, but too Later, five masked Jian Jing who have surrounded him and the donkey. Robbery is occurring
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Body, gentle and skillful action. In fact, you can bully me, I caught Yan Lang’s hands pressed to his eyes, I said, why do not you bully me? Martin Lang remains silent, his eyes Shuer A light, then get wet up, I heard him sigh deeply, to the home thousand million, home to Her Majesty not liable The bullying by
These beasts friends. Village Inn is difficult to forget those nights, tired exhausted to hurry whirring in the bamboo mat on the big Sleep, wood floating out the window with the moonlight abercrombie and fitch above the wild in the countryside, the grass of summer insects keep chirping poems called, ditches and paddy fields frogs constantly. Xie hot match for the summer east
Of the country, even to the midnight ride on the mud thatch, and the inn is still hot as the steamer, I and Yan Lang arrived in feet and sleep, heard him clearly short of the crisp fudge, home, home, buy land, build a house. Back to the quarrying County home Is undoubtedly the old dream of Martin Lang, then
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