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Text/Liu Maowang
Uncle Liu has a pure local local dog . The whole body is yellow with no yellow hair, and the precious gold is as fine, smooth and smooth as human yellow skin. A big dog has two flashing red phoenix eyes embedded in its head, double eyelids looming under its short eyelashes, and a big dimples looming on its cheeks. Rhubarb often sticks out his tongue and twitches as if he is saying hello to anyone. From time to time, it twists the dog's head into a trajectory. I looked around for a while, and looked around for a while, and naughtyly spitting out my big tongue, curiously leaning forward, then carefully shrank back, scratching my claws, and pounding my hair with my claws, barking a few times without being energetic. In short, it is a handsome dog with a face that looks like a jade and is full of energy!
One day, Aunt Liu took Huang Dadu for a walk. After half of the walk, Mr. Liu called back and opened the hospital door, saying that he forgot to bring the key. Aunt Liu turned around and said to Huang Daquan, "Old man, don't get the key, please send it first." Huang Dadu rushes home with the keys, and withdraws flowers all the way (local language, jumps and runs), like an arrow leaving the string quickly arrives home. It raised its face and sent the key to Mr. Liu. Suddenly the dog's head was so shocked by the electric shock. Oh my God, there is no Uncle Liu in the eyes of the dog. It only sees the 5-colored horse that is being held on the other end of the reins. The guy was so beautiful, with a dog's head drooling and looking at it greedily. The colorful horse had long brown hair, a slender horse's face, and the shimmering eyes were so soft that it was so soft that it looked so soft that it was smooth. There is also the life-threatening sexy waist, round and long tail, swinging casually. Huang Dadu couldn't help but look at it with a surging surgingly. Uncle Liu opened the door and led the little horse into the thatched room of the east wing. The thatched house in the east wing is simply a luxury house for livestock breeding. There are two rooms in a row to the west, and across the north is the "master bedroom" with a tall and bright, relatively spacious windows with a few standing wood and very ventilated. I built a farmhouse in the village in the early years. The south side is the "restaurant". There is a large wooden trough next to the wall. There is no need to bow the horse's head when using materials. There is a large water tank next to the trough, so that both catering and beverages are not missed. Little Wuhua was tied into the inner room.
Rhubarb's house is located on the west wall of Mr. Liu. It is simply covered with old wooden boards, which are low and short, and are covered with messy straws.
It was late at night. Dahuang patrols a routine, then lowers his head and shakes his tail and walks towards his nest. Suddenly, he hears a karaoke, dada, dada, and Dahuang rises his ears and looks in the sound. It is the hay shed in the east wing. It rushed into the outer room and staggered into the inner room silently. Xiao Wuhua tore the reins, kicked the ground with her right leg, and fell back and forth. Dahuang first looked at it and then circled around Xiao Wuhua for three rounds, but Xiao Wuhua was still extremely irritable. Dahuang saw it and it turned out that a big mosquito fell on Xiao Wuhua's left leg. Dahuang rushed over like lightning and attacked the big mosquito with her head, but knocked Xiao Wuhua into a bad mood (local language, one-sided meaning). Xiao Wuhua raised her right hoof and kicked Dahuang. Although Dahuang ran fast enough, she still hit a hoof on her butt, but it was not heavy.
Little Wuhua is still tied to the master bedroom, and Dahuang is still patrolling. In the dark night, Dahuang always likes to look up at the wooden window with her head raised, and shake her head with her tail shaking, and occasionally turn around. He leaned his head and his ears, and he didn't forget to make a few "woof" sounds. Xiao Wuhua stood in the master bedroom and stretched her head over the vertical window, sometimes sticking her ears out of the window, and sometimes sticking her mouth out of the window, and her big eyes flashed under the night sky. The little five-colored flower is really good-looking. Dahuang is muttering in her heart
, big eyes and slender eyebrows, melon seeds and horse face, brown hair, five-color zebras are like the national style of a certain country. They are neither fat nor thin nor low nor tall. The more they look at it, the more they like it, Dahuang blushed on her cheeks. Xiao Wuhua once again extended her head towards the vertical wooden window.He blinked his eyes and looked out the window, his tongue kept spitting out of his mouth, revealing his neat and white teeth. Chees on both sides were chewing. I want to use my mouth to bite the tied rope. My head rubbed back and forth with the wooden window.
A big yellow dog in the courtyard, and a colorful horse in the house. Mr. Liu and his wife lived in the room. Life is peaceful and life is dull.
Summer vacation is here, and Mr. Liu’s grandson in the city is back. Uncle Liu held his grandson's hand and said, "Baby, you asked grandpa to buy you a pet horse on the phone to play with. What do you think is this?" As he said that, he pointed his hand and the grandson of the Liu family was very happy and shouted to ride a horse. Uncle Liu helped his grandson to the little horse, and slipped down. Half of the eldest son wanted to go up. Uncle Liu said that he could not do it and would cover the horse with his feet. The next day, Mr. Liu purchased these equipment from the market and specially bought a leather horse whip. The little five-colored horse was taken out of the east wing horse shed. The eldest grandson of the Liu family rode a little wild horse. Uncle Liu led it, followed by Dahuang, and a group of three went straight to Noda. The outside world is very wonderful, and the outside world is helpless. Rows of poplar trees rows of willows, the crops in the field are half a person tall, the wild flowers on the roadside are in full bloom, and countless insects are flying unscrupulously in the wild.
The little petite horse that often doesn't leave the east wing horse shed is very excited. The eldest grandson keeps whipping the horse's hips with a whip. An unknown wild field insect stumbles on the little horse's body. The little horse bares its teeth. At this time, the eldest grandson of the Liu family thrusts the horse's back hill again. The little horse pulls its head forward and raises its hind hooves and bangs. The eldest grandson of the Liu family flew out and crosses the parabola and smashes it into the rice fields on the roadside. Dahuang rushed into the rice fields, staring at the children on the ground, shouting at Uncle Liu Wangwang. Uncle Liu hurriedly ran to the rice field and hugged his grandson in his arms and kept comforting his crying grandson. The eldest grandson's face was covered in mud, his clothes were torn apart, his head was bleeding, and his hands and legs were covered in skin. I found a bubble of water to wash my eldest grandson. Uncle Liu complained to himself. Uncle Liu held the limping grandson, led the little horse, followed by Dahuang, and took him a long time to get home. After putting the eldest grandson on the bed, Mr. Liu took out a three-sharp knife, found a grinding stone and grinding the sharp knife, muttering, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you, and let you throw my eldest grandson." I will boil water tomorrow morning and kill you to avenge my eldest grandson. After sharpening the knife for a while, Mr. Liu returned to the house.
Before I knew it, it was late at night, and the little little horse was still tied to the thatched shed in the east wing. He used his hooves to pound the ground and stretched his head toward the wooden window frame. The only difference was that it kept biting the reins with its mouth. It felt tears in its eyes, and it was panting heavily... At some point, Dahuang walked to the little Wuhua Horse with a knife. The little Wuhua Horse policeman felt that he wanted to kick Dahuang with his hooves, but Dahuang rushed over and used the knife to touch the reins. He ran up and ran two or three times. The reins were shaking, and the horse's head choked to the side. Suddenly the horse's head was raised and the reins were broken. The little Wuhua horse looked down at Dahuang. It ran from the inner room of the east wing to the outer room, and then jumped to the yard. Fortunately, the gate was not closed, Xiao Wuhua rushed out, and Dahuang followed him out. One horse, one dog, one after another, ran for a hundred meters. Little Wuhua looked back at Dahuang, and Dahuang squatted on the ground and looked at the Little Wuhua horse. Little Wuhua ran away, Dahuang returned to the thatched hut in the east wing. Uncle Liu heard the movement and rushed over with a stick. Uncle Liu looked at the knife underground and looked at Dahuang. He suddenly understood a lot, and Dahuang was still waving his tail.
Little Wuhua ran without a trace. Uncle Liu picked up a stick and hit Dahuang. Dahuang rushed to the left without hitting it. Uncle Liu hit another stick on the yard wall, and the wooden stick broke in response. Uncle Liu also fell to the ground... The next day, Uncle Liu killed a chicken and stewed soup for his eldest grandson.
Dahuang is still patrolling the night. Dahuang always goes to the east wing to take a few rounds, then returns to his house and looks at the east wing to the east wing, swaying his head and shaking his tail, squatting there and looking around, and then staggering to the gate of the yard, looking at the distance, barking from time to time, feeling that Dahuang has black eye boredom and tears on his eyes.
In the days after that, the rhubarb either looked at the straw shed in the east wing or looked at the distant mountains at the gate of the courtyard...
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Lao Mao, original name is Liu Maowang, from Weixian County, Zhangjiakou City, Hebei Province, was born in a red family, grew up in a rural area, and had a micro-business in the county town. He liked st storytelling, cross talk, text, and poetry recitation since childhood. He claimed to be good at writing free style, and his text and white were mixed. He was mistaken for being recognized by his circle of friends and could hit the soul of a generation.
