Xiao Lang listened to the details, and it was hard to give up the person he loved. He clung to lang's skirt, and it was difficult to give up and separate.
Don't blame me, sister. Doing business in Sichuan. Don't let others pick flowers until Lang comes back.
Listen to me, Xiao Lang. If you go to Sichuan today, don't wait ten years, please relax.
I go to Sichuan, don't learn from romantic people. Don't be greedy for friends' flowers, lest you hurt your feelings.
Under the spring rain in February, my lang is leaving home, and lang is not in his hometown in Sichuan. Might as well not go.
Can't go to Sichuan, the road is far from tiring, everywhere is as black as crows, don't run your legs.
You will get sick even if you don't go to court. I advise you not to mess around.
Sister, listen to me. Our family is in trouble. I want to go to Sichuan to earn money. Don't stop me.
If you want to go, go. You don't have to stay. Good will be malicious, and the two will lose harmony.
My husband is in business. I congratulate you. I wish you all the best and everything will be fine.
Take out the snowflake silver and give it to Lang Jun Jr. Be careful all the way, and always be on guard against the bad guys.
Be loyal to others, stop being a monster, do business fairly, and neglect profits.
It's warm in March, and my sister wishes her brother that the chair in front of the hall has no intention of sitting, so the more you sit, the more you worry.
Xiao Lang, he's gone, and the sun and the moon are unbearable. Three days is not as good as two. I'm so worried.
After Lang left, he broke his heart, frowned day and night, and it was difficult to give up.
A bowl of rice, fried three times a day, feels like boiling water and doesn't want to touch it.
Burn incense and worship God, but don't do it with tears. Wish my husband an early return to China.
When the immortal doesn't talk, the slave is too sad to go home. When can he be reunited?
Looking at Lang on April 8th, I was in tears, and my little slave was in a mess, worrying about him day and night.
When the slave doesn't want to, you try to persuade the slave and persuade the little slave to turn around. Now it's hard to say.
Can't sleep at night. When I think of that day, you told my slave not to remarry and follow my father and mother.
You ask a slave, I write it down, but you can't go home and leave the slave alone.
May is Duanyang, and I am looking forward to Xiao Lang. When I went to Sichuan, I didn't go back to my hometown, leaving my slaves and my house empty.
Last year, after Duanyang, I put two new pairs of chopsticks. Lang accompanied his sister to accompany Lang, and the two drank realgar.
This year's holiday in Duanyang is different from last year. I saw that my chopsticks were gone, and my eyes filled with tears.
My lang is cruel. He left without saying a word, leaving my little slave alone as if he had lost his soul.
It's hot in June, my gums rest alone, and my mandarin duck holds up half the sky, so I have no intention of spending the moon.
Before, I had a pillow and my words were sweet. I'm sorry to hear from you now.
Looking at Lang's eyes, he was dazzled, but he couldn't help it. Instead of drawing lots, he asked for divination and clay bodhisattva.
It's dog days now. I'm tearing summer cloth in the street, sewing a pair of short-sleeved pants and preparing summer clothes for Lang.
Looking at Lang Qiqi, the little slave sobbed. Xiao Lang, you have no information, so why don't you worry?
Write a letter and ask someone to deliver it. I hope brother Qing will come back soon, and I will wait for you.
The letter to Sichuan, it's hard to see Lang's face, I don't know where my friend is, but I still replied.
Write a notice and post it on the roadside. Someone saw my lang and advised him to turn around and go back to his hometown.
August is the Mid-Autumn Festival, tears are always flowing, and there are sufferings everywhere in the world. I can solve my worries.
Autumn wind is sad, bluegrass blooms, bluegrass blossoms are lovely, and I have no intention of wearing them.
You are not happy if you choose one with your heart. My husband has been out for more than half a year, and my slave's heart is like a knife.
I had a dream last night. I took a book to the door and said that I would be happy when I came back tomorrow.
September is the Double Ninth Festival, and chrysanthemums are fragrant. Everyone enjoys drinking, but I have no intention of tasting them.
Make a pot of yellow rice wine, little slave alone. A person has no energy to eat and drink, and he is too lazy to smell the wine.
I miss Lang day and night, give you my shoes, hang them on a hook, and I can't see Lang.
On September 9 last year, I walked with Lang Xiufang, undressed him, unbuttoned his buttons and stuck his head together.
In the spring of October, the cold wind blows, and I am alone under the lonely lamp, waiting for Lang Jun.
Have a dream at night, I will come home, kiss and complain, and there is nothing in my dream.
I fell asleep again at dawn, and Xiao Lang came to scare me, saying that he was cut by a thief on the road, and my slave was chattering.
It snows heavily in winter, whether the cold bed is warm or not. Turn over and sit for a night, and the oil is exhausted.
Set up a big barbecue and mumble something to myself, which alarmed Mrs. Zhang next door and advised me not to worry.
A wormwood, the wind blows on both sides, it is inconvenient to walk, can't sit, and life is doomed.
In the twelfth lunar month, the new year's goods are all done, and it's annoying not to see my husband.
Looking at Lang 2 1, there has been no news, and the clothes are wet with tears, which makes people worry.
Looking at Lang 22, I have no memory and can't count it. My slave has become an antique.
Twenty-three years old, every family has a small year, and I am lonely when people are reunited, and my heart is like a frying pan.
Looking at lang 24, people come and go, and if they don't come to be slaves, they will die. When will it stop?
I saw Lang twenty-five, but I didn't see Lang go back to the house. Burying his face, the little slave cried quietly, telling his own sufferings.
Looking at lang twenty-six, he cried and said, why don't you go back? How can you have the heart to leave your slave?
Wang Lang is 27 years old, exhausted, unable to climb the gums and hungry.
At the age of twenty-eight, there are snowflakes falling one after another, dripping into ice, freezing my friends to death.
Wang Lang is twenty-nine years old. At the end of the year, he was full of worries and was away all the year round.
At the age of 30, everyone laughs, family reunions celebrate the New Year, and slaves cry.
In the early morning of the New Year's Day, the magpie barked, rolled out of bed and ran out, and fell out.
A man came in front, walking strangely, looking like a slave relative from a distance, and secretly happy.
Wearing a black cloth hat, a blue robe and a satin coat, revealing a spending bag.
When he came to the gate, Xiao Lang looked up. His sister's face changed and she became so thin.
Xiao Lang entered the door, but the girl didn't get up. Where is this VIP? Don't mistake me for others.
Sister, don't be angry. Listen to me carefully. No one can go out. Don't blame me for being careless.
Sister, don't be sad. I'll help you into the embroidery room. Speak from the beginning, and your words will be clear and astigmatic.
(female white: then sit down and say. )
Business in Sichuan is sluggish. I'm sorry to tell you, but I'm afraid of losing face
(female white: come back early if business is not good. )
Going home quietly, the two brothers lost their temper, quarreled and divided the fields, and the problem was difficult to end.
(Bai: How did you solve it? )
The bigger the trouble, the more lawsuits. I can't let go of the lawsuit for several months before I go home.
(Bai: I should be back on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month. )
Speaking of twenty-six, I happened to meet my good friend and take me for a drink.
Bai: Why don't you come back on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month? )
Don't mention twenty-seven, drunk as mud, lying in bed in a coma, can't help it.
(Bai: Why don't you come back on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month? )
Speaking of twenty-eight, my family killed pigs, alas, until midnight.
(Bai: Should I come back on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month? )
On the 29 th of the twelfth lunar month, I went shopping here and there, and I was so tired that I was sweating.
(Bai: I don't think the visa will be refused on the 30 th of the twelfth lunar month, right? )
3 1 in the early morning, I ran indoors and outdoors, posted couplets and fired shots, and it was dark.
That is to say, blame me or not. Take a chair and sit down to make tea.
They sat face to face and whispered a lot. Brother and sister are really hot, and my sister is holding my brother.