Who is the first person on the riverside to see the moon?

When is the moon in the river shining?

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Some dust drifted into the air, with three thousand black hairs and rosy cheeks presenting in the eyes of the boy. But the boy is not a person who likes to appreciate the outside world: compared to ordinary people, he has very few desires, and his greatest desire is to find his own meaning of life and his true self. What's more, the girl who just woke up at this time was angry and heard the boy's words were inevitably "irritable". In fact, it was just a gesture of doing things. To outsiders, it was flirting, but in the eyes of the boy, there was no mix of love and desire, it was just a tickling.

The girl slapped the boy for a while and then stopped. She slept very soundly at night, and after waking up, she was energetic - she didn't know what happened when she was sleeping, but she dreamed that she was lying on the soft bed, and sometimes she went to play on the ground again. When she was half asleep, she found that her body was sideways, and her right hand and left leg had already reached the area where Zhang Zi was. She slept too well. The girl turned over less, but she slept too much, and it was better not to go out of bed. When she really woke up, Zhang Zi was gone. The girl thought that the boy might not have had a good sleep last night, or she secretly got out of bed when she noticed something strange.

This is the case: Zhang Zi woke up at around 8 o'clock in the morning, and there was only one reason for waking up: there was an extra pendant on his body. If he was just a little bit, he could continue to sleep, but be careful when he saw the trend. In addition, it was getting late, so the boy sneaked out of bed, washed up, and chatted with the uncle.

In the courtyard, the girl threw a bottle of milk and a pack of biscuits to the boy, just like in the past: when a teenager goes out for a trip, he always brings some meal replacements, and when he wants to eat or wants to eat something simple, he uses it.

The boy took it, tore open the packaging and took a few bites. After eating the biscuits, he continued to drink milk. At this time, he also heard the girl's question.

"Where are we going today?" asked the girl, taking out a comb, without a mirror, combed the chaotic hair in the boy's mouth neatly, and handed two ponytails away.

The boy looked at the sky, but now the sky is clear and cloudy, covering the sun. He took out his compass from his second-dimensional pocket and looked at the direction. He turned his head and asked the uncle, "The Xinjing is on the east and north of the village, and the two ancient wells must be on the south and west of the village. In this way, the south of the Vermillion Bird, the Xuanwu, the East of the Green Dragon and the West of the White Tiger is a natural four-simile formation."

"How can there be so many things? Even if the people in our village are superstitious, they cannot be superstitious about Feng Shui formations. In the early years, it was almost the same if they could read books but be superstitious about ghosts." The uncle shook his head, "The Gujing and Xinjing are both in the east and north of the village, and two in the northeast. However, for the water source, Xinjing and Gujing are more than ten meters away, so that both wells will have water. In recent years, when the hottest years, the towns have shortage of water. We have no shortage of water! Why are the villagers walking the most in the north and the east? Because the villages walk the most in the east, the mountains to the east, the fields to the north, the deserted forests to the south, and the small fields to the west, and there are few people to go there, so when digging the well, it is convenient for everyone to dig them on both sides of the northeast."

Zhang Zi thought about the principle of the communicator and then the super simple water transfer project. Without comment, he nodded and was about to pull Chen Siya out. Since she gave herself milk and biscuits, she must have had breakfast too. She turned her head and looked at Chen Siya, who looked sideways. The boy also looked at the girl in the whole picture, especially the girl's cute twin ponytails.

"Damn! You, a pair of ponytail god who doesn't look like you, is a bit like you, except for your face, especially your personality that doesn't look like you." Zhang Zi murmured subconsciously, but his voice is not small, and the girl heard it.

The girl ran over and was about to kick Zhang Zi hard, but the latter didn't seem to be immersed in the story of the old man at the beginning. She reacted. After being kicked, she ran away quickly, and the direction of the running was still to the east of the village.

A man and a woman ran out of the courtyard door, chasing and playing, slowly approaching to the east. Sometimes, the girl twisted on the ground and was about to slip, screaming. The boy in front of her came back to her senses in an instant, and walked one by one, hugged the girl before the girl fell down and did not let her have an intimate contact with the ground. This was like the simplest hero to save the beauty. The girl who was hugged by the boy looked back and smiled and looked up. The girl with a charming and beautiful palace was not colorless. The boy had not had time to feel complacent.

Then the girl was beaten up. It turned out that the girl still remembered the words of the boy who was not a human being. Sometimes the girl was tired of walking, and there was a muddy road ahead, so the boy could only float on the water with his skills. After thinking about it, the girl naturally jumped onto the boy. The boy picked up a few stones from the path and threw them over. After looking at the slipperyness of the road, he clicked on the muddy road, and finished the 20 to 30 meters of bad road in five or six seconds.

In the courtyard, Uncle Wang continued to feed chickens and ducks, and told the young man about the story of the old man for more than an hour. Now it was more than half past nine. The homework of the eldest son and the second son in the main room was almost done. He was feeding the livestock and whispering.

"What else is there to tell the story of the old man? Most of them are trivial matters in life, and it is not necessary to tell him that he is like that. Now some young people are really beyond my expectations. They know so much at a young age. They really have to accept old age. The Yangtze River pushes the old waves, and the old waves can only see the scenery on the beach. But no matter how you say such young people are, they must be only a few, and I believe that my children will not be much worse than him." The uncle remembered Zhang Zi's ability to do things again, which can be seen from his skill in chopping firewood. "I won't compare the ability to do things and force. He must have some other genes, and he feels that it is not weaker than me."

"By the way, Wang Daniu is almost ten years old. After he is ten, he can't call him his nickname. When will he start calling him Wang Jizhe? Oh, when you buy him a remote-controlled plane in half a year, it will be considered a gift for him to become a little adult."

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At the east entrance of the village, a man and a woman, one left and one right, walked over.

The boy was very fast, and the girl sometimes jumped, looked around, took out the SLR, and took photos of the landscape. Sometimes she saw that the boy was very handsome, and she also took the SLR and took a few photos.

In the first photo, the boy looked ahead, as if he was looking at it, as if he was observing and comparing. In the second photo, the boy turned his head, with a little puzzled look in his eyes. Behind him were the old houses of the mountain village and the blue sky. In the third photo, the boy continued to turn his head, with a girl around him, and the girl's arms nearest the camera. It turned out that the girl regarded herself as a selfie stick and took a photo with the boy.

The boy in the photo looked at the two wells on the east side of the village and thought to himself.

"Ancient wells give birth to history, new wells give birth to present, and villages give birth to future. As long as someone insists on living here, the small mountain village will continue forever and never be destroyed." The young man whispered a few times, looking at the two wells on the east side of the village. The well on the left side of the vision was a bit old, darker in color, and there was still some moss on the well wall. The well wall on the right side of the vision was also a little moss, but the well wall was gray and a little black. It has been a few years, and it must be one of the two new wells built by the old man.

Entering the mountains to the east, the water drains down from the mountains and pours into the land. This is a long infiltration process. After several months of natural precipitation, a small part of the water will turn into sweet well water. The two wells on the east side will not affect each other and will never dry up.

"Let's go there and have a look!" Zhang Zi pointed to Akai and suggested.

"Okay!" Chen Siya laughed, took Zhang Zi's hand and ran over.

As Uncle Wang said, the most villagers passed by the east and north of the village. The young girl running towards the Xini was seen by several people. Some people were puzzled that new people had come to the village, some were familiar with Uncle Wang or the two children told others that one thing had spread to others, and they knew that these two young people lived in Uncle Wang's home.

Some people smiled and continued to carry baskets on their backs and went up the mountain to find firewood.

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"When the repair was done, it was not simple." The young girl had already arrived next to the Xinijing. The young man had a good vision. He carefully observed the surrounding area. There was no trace of excavation in the surrounding land. It was not until twenty or thirty meters away that there were signs of turning around at the foot of the mountain. It could not be said that it was turning around. The soil there was a little raised.

The boy continued to look up and looked up the bulge for dozens of meters, and then found that some bamboo pipes were hidden in the ground by the protected area. The ones that were 100 meters long were still very inconspicuous. When we arrived in the mountains, there were larger pipes that were crossed across the ground. However, they were not heavy metals, but made of wood. Think about it, it was probably the principle of the sea of ​​rivers? The simple Zhang Zi can still do it, and there are too many possibilities for more complex ones, so Zhang Zi didn't think about how to build a water supply pipeline. In short, it seems that it is not too simple now.

The boy looked at the girl and looked at the well water. He had been to the village during his travels, but he didn't stay in the village for so long as this time, so he didn't look at the well. What an ordinary thing, but when he got close, he just sniffed on the ground, and he could feel the sweetness of the well water. The water quality of Nanmo is good in the whole world, but the water used by the family is not as sweet as well water, so the girl was a little happy and looked for the nearby wooden barrels. No, but after a while, he touched his head and said that he was confused: there is one in the well, which is a well with a rope, so there are also wooden barrels. Sometimes the wooden barrels are placed aside, sometimes on the eaves of the well, and sometimes they fall into the well water. It's not surprising.

Chen Siya pulled up the wooden barrel and put it down. The first few times were unsuccessful. The next time, she successfully scooped the water, but there was a little more. The girl slowly pulled the wooden barrel up, and occasionally looked into the well to see what color the black well water slowly rose up. It was the transparent color, and the water was transparent.

Zhang Zi turned around and looked at Chen Siya who was slowly pulling the bucket. He thought that this was what she wanted to do, so he didn't help. He just was insidious and fell down when Chen Siya was poking her head into the well and was killed in the wooden barrel and the well water. A well god appeared. He didn't care that Chen Siya hadn't fallen in, and said something to Zhang Zi, and thought of this.

"Young man, do you want this Jin Siya, or Yin Siya, or Chen Siya?" Zhang Zi asked as he learned the words of the River God, and asked and answered himself, pointing to the air on the left and right sides, "I didn't lose Siya but this Jin Ke trash. The farmers all want it. The rice yield per mu is 18,000, and it's all about the time."

"Young man, I don't understand your question, but it's obvious that your answer is wrong. Now, both Jin Siya and Yin Siya are gone." Zhang Zi said in the tone of the River God again.

"But what I want is Jin Kezi. What the hell is Siya, I don't want it. Just give me Jin Kezi."

"Then let me think about it, this is not difficult to solve, but what is Jin Ke trash?"

"Jin Ketra... Well, then you can give me an Aladdin magic lamp. I will make three wishes. For the last wish, I will collect seven dragon balls and summon the dragon."

"What after summoning the dragon?"

"Let the dragon help me find the new Aladdin magic lamp."

“···”

Zhang Zi held a small theater on his own, and Chen Siya, who was beside him, slowly pulled the wooden barrel up. She could hear the boy's words clearly throughout the process. So, after she tasted the well water, she scooped some water with her hands and poured it on the boy's face.

"I'll let you Jin Siya Yin Siya Chen Siya, Humph!" When the water splashed everywhere, the girl's hum sounded.

Zhang Zi touched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, and he would not refute anything. As for the habit of touching his head, he may not be able to change it in his life. Since he had this habit, he has never stopped. Moreover, touching his head is like an infectious disease. I don’t know who got it first, and then there are several people, and then there are also some of his best friends.

It is possible that it is the guys, Hongbi Jiang Zhuge, who are the guys of Gou Xiaochuan, may be, but Chen Siya also has this habit, so it is impossible to prove who is the source, so it is considered human nature. Touching the head is roughly equivalent to eating and drinking water.

Zhang Zi smiled and walked to the Xinjing, scooped some water and tasted it. He also took out a cup and put it in some, saying that it was used as a souvenir.

"When did you carry a backpack?" Chen Siya asked. When Zhang Zi asked her, she didn't feel that there was such a thing on her body when she asked Zhang Zi to carry her.

"Men all have different dimension pockets, so don't look at us sometimes, we have a lot of things on us."

"To be honest." Chen Siya would not be deceived by Zhang Zi's jokes.

"Okay," Zhang Zi spread his hands, "This is a simple and foldable backpack. I originally hung it on my body, sometimes it can be done on my waist. And the color is very similar to my clothes, so it is understandable if you don't look carefully. Who told us boys to do some small movements more or less? This kind of hidden thing is what we like. I still remember when I was in junior high school, I installed a mobile phone on the cuffs of my clothes and swaggered in front of the teacher, but she didn't notice it. Because my phone case is very similar to my clothes, custom made, and integrated into one, how can she see it! Teacher Xu's eyesight is not as good as mine, and it is impossible to observe students carefully. So I walked over and walked over with nothing."

"Mr. Zhang, with your junior high school deeds, even if you are found with your mobile phone, few teachers want to care about you. If you take your mobile phone, you will definitely bring it back shamelessly. Your grades are very good, and class will not affect the classroom. If I were the teacher, I would turn a blind eye." Chen Siya ruthlessly exposes it.

"Yes, yes." Zhang Zi recalled that one time Teacher Xu really looked at his clothes and chest a few times, and smiled. At that time, he asked you which one you ranked first in the grade this time. Zhang Zi said that he was 23rd in grade, and he accidentally got a little worse in Chinese and geography, otherwise he would be the top ten in grades.

At that time, Teacher Xu photographed Zhang Zi because he was the latter's Chinese teacher. He said that Chinese should not be so careless. He used to take the exams of more than 100 years, but this time he was only 91, and the top three in the grade with tens of Chinese was the top three. This time the Chinese test paper was not too difficult. I didn't think about it carefully at that time, but I thought about the clothes and chests that Teacher Xu looked at at the beginning.

"It turns out that the teacher with the best eyesight in our grade can still find it, and the old man is still so spicy. But there must be a reason for this. If you don't observe carefully, good eyesight will be useless." Zhang Zi sighed.

"What are you talking about?"

"nothing."

The young girl continued to look at the Aijing. She was almost done, so she looked at the black ancient well and compared the two, as if she was settled in time.

Precipitation, precipitation in the past, the words of young girls became lighter and slowly disappeared.

It settles and returns to reality, and there is the sound of the wind in your ears, and there are stories of the past in the sound of the wind.

The girl looked at the boy, and the boy looked at the girl, and stopped stopping and moved.

I have already obtained what I want, so I will continue to walk on and continue to check it out.

Look at the story of Gujing.

Look at the old man’s story.

Look at the story of the village.

···

"The ancient well has nurtured the past and precipitated the history. The new well has nurtured the present and created the future. You say yes." The sunlight became slanted, and the girl was a little tired. Seeing this, the boy took out a cloth from his backpack and threw it on the ground and spread it flat. He pointed at the girl, and sat down with her.

"Yes," the girl sat, naturally leaning on the boy's shoulder, and said, "The small mountain village has witnessed history. Master Zhang, you say he is a young man or an old man. After so many years, it will continue."

"I'm considered an old man, but the life span of the elderly is longer - when the small mountain village started to be newly built, he was just a child, people came and went, and after several generations, the small mountain village gradually grew old. There are thousands of life and death in the mortal world, one generation of life, one generation of death. I think I can grow old by seeing the life and death of a generation, just like me, I am still very young now, but I think my mentality is already very old, and I actually just think and imagine a person's life. I can't experience it, and it's impossible to witness it like a mountain village. Because I only live so much

How can one witness a person from birth to death? Even if I give him a few decades, the possibility will not exceed 100%. So now I am a teenager, so don’t think so much about it... If you ask me if the small mountain village is an old man or a young man, my answer is an old man. It’s just that the last time of this old man is long. Only when the mountain village disappears and everyone has completely forgotten it, or if they take it lightly, will it die completely. The small mountain village can be said to be a human or a thing, and only when this is not the life, can it be the best witness."

"I like your answer very much, so I will treat the small mountain village as an old man. I also thought about it. Now we like to play in the small mountain village and town, and like the most natural landscape. When we get old, will we really be more saints than saints? Some people say it is extraordinary, just think that it is like this. I think we are extraordinary, because I can't find better words. Haha, at this time I even envy you boys. You boys will think of becoming saints and flying into the sky and universe, but we girls don't like such fantasy things. When we get old, I will know our mood and what we are going to pursue at that time. Maybe not? Because we have found and obtained it."

"After such a long time, you are thinking about nothing. I'm just a teenager now. We're just fifty or sixty years old. You'll have to wait until you're fifty or fifty or fifty. Don't worry if you're fifty or fifty! If you live longer, just wait until you're seventy or eighty before thinking slowly. Now we are just looking for what we really like and what we really want. For us, I have to find the real self. The more I search, the more I discover. Maybe I've become an unforgivable person. If there are heaven and hell in this world, I will definitely become a demon and go to the eighteen levels of hell." Zhang Zi sighed. He had been through bizarre dreams for a long time and knew that there would be no perfect kindness in this world.

Sometimes, only sin can be used to wash away injustice. Only by becoming a demon can one realize what one thinks in one’s heart.

He sighed slightly, but immediately became quiet. He knew that the way to overcome darkness was not to obtain light. He knew that many times, in order to eliminate sin, he would become a demon.

There is no room for choice for some things. At that time, I still think about whether to turn back or become a demon, or become a Buddha or enlightenment on the ground? It doesn’t matter anymore. Because if some things happen, I will not give you time to choose, nor will I give you another choice.

Only for doing, nothing but not for doing.

The boy's face became quiet. Chen Siya, who was standing beside her, looked at her, feeling a little pity but could not show it. She just approached the boy, snuggled up to him gently again, and said softly.

"If you become a devil, then I will go to hell with you."

If you become a demon, I will accompany you! The girl smiled, but saw that the boy did not respond. He still looked at the one in front of him

The woods look at the emptiness behind the leaves.

A few seconds later, the boy seemed to realize it and came back to his senses.

"Yoyo, this touching sentence from Miss Chen actually gave me a bad feeling. What's going on? It doesn't sound like I took the initiative to go to hell, but was pushed down by you." Zhang Zisiwu quickly laughed and teased.

"You are poisonous. You said this to me with such a true love. It seems that you should go to hell by yourself. I am a person who wants to live in the world."

"Hey, isn't this my catchphrase?"

"What is yours? I said it is mine, it is mine."

"Okay, I, Mr. Zhang, don't force others to do anything. If you say it's yours, then it's yours."
To be continued...