Duan Mingyu finally put all one hundred Kongming lanterns in the sky and said proudly: "I see if you can fall all of them!"

"Official, you just like to do stupid things!" Wan Yanyan was so moved that she almost shed tears.

"Hehe, while you are young, do more stupid things, otherwise you will be embarrassed to do it when you get old!" Duan Mingyu was very pleased. It is worth spending a lot of money. Cough cough, until now, the boss who sold Kongming lanterns is still giggling with joy. Duan Mingyu's face was so painful that his face was twitching. Hearing Wan Yanyan's comforting words, his mood suddenly improved.

Cheng Zhiyuan stroked his beard and shook his head and said, "If all this money is used to build people's livelihood, I believe that there will be fewer displaced families!"

Duan Mingyu raised his face and said, "Old Cheng, we can't be so rigid. Today we are traveling around and relaxing, just for happiness. Why do we have to say these disappointing things? People's political life is actually short: when you give money to the night, you will be an official the next day, and you will be innocent for half of your life; when you give money to the night, you will be an official the next day, and you will be saved for half of your life. The most painful thing is that the money is not sent out, and the opportunity is gone; the most painful thing is that the money is given out, and the leader has changed; the most painful thing is that the leader who collects the money goes in and provides the money for the money! "

Cheng Zhiyuan rolled his eyes straight, but was helpless, and finally called Duan Mingyu's army: "My brother, since he is traveling around, why not write a poem?"

Well, this is fine. Although Lao Cheng is a little more serious, he still has some spiritual pursuits. Unlike those who claim to be elegant, who hold a pen stick as a gun, aim at his own chat and chat. Coupled with the boring cheers of some so-called fans, they have started a series of melee in the literary world. Isn’t it necessary to turn a clear pool into a sewage pool? Why don’t you do some serious business when you have time? They are all full and full..."

It is still difficult to write poetry. Ahem, modern young people must be called on to seize the time and master more astronomy, geography, physics, biology, and chemistry. Now that thunders are hit so frequently, the probability of being thunders has increased significantly. Maybe one day a thunder will make you travel through time. If you don’t know anything at that time, we will be a ghost! Why not give up feces now and come back alive in the future, right?

However, what if you wear it until 2065? Even if you master the magnetic solid, the chance of making a fuck is quite high!

No matter what, it’s better to learn more than not!

Duan Mingyu looked at the rows of shops and said with inspiration: "I see that there are countless shops here today. This top scholar will take various product trademarks as the title. Ahem, you listen carefully!"

Duan Mingyu made a head-shaking posture and slowly chanted: "Ten years of life and death, the world is vast, the world is full of life and death, the world is auspicious, the sheep, the sheep, the lamb, the thousand-mile lonely grave, the use of laundry is very powerful. Even if we meet, we don't know how to regain our health, and Shierkang. When we come to Youmeng at night, we suddenly return home, learn foreign languages, and New Oriental. We look at each other and wash our healthier. We are heartbroken every year, looking for a job, and Foxconn."

"Everyone, show your ugly face, show your ugly face! Brother Cheng, what expression do you have? What is your comment on my poem?" Duan Mingyu couldn't help asking when he saw Cheng Zhiyuan's gloomy face.

"It's not good!" Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned for a while, and finally reacted, and then said angrily.

Your sister, you just don't understand the truth. If it were modern, I would be considered a literary youth. Duan Mingyu was like an angry bird, as if she was going to fight Cheng Zhiyuan at any time.

Cheng Junyu hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Dad, your pair of learning style is good. My daughter should buy you a pair. By the way, Dad! How big are your feet?"

I heard Cheng Zhiyuan disdain first, and then he became very vulgar and said: Don’t buy it, I have it, don’t waste money, 40-digit numbers, don’t buy it wrong.”

Duan Mingyu became messy in an instant.

My mother is in menopause and has a bad temper. My father and I suffer a lot.

Yang Zhaoniang said in a sweet voice: "Die old man, hypocritical!"

Cheng Zhiyuan was immediately furious and gave Yang Zhaoniang two thunderous tears.

At this time, the two monks who were walking with Duan Mingyu came over, and the old monk Zhiyuan put his hands together: "Amitabha, sin, sin..."

The bald Li Shigang even jumped out, pointed at Cheng Zhiyuan and cursed: "Ha, you old master is so unreasonable. Why do you bully the child if you disagree with each other!"

"What does it have to do with you, a bald donkey? What do you want to do with you?" Cheng Zhiyuan said angrily.

The monk had a big taboo, the most taboo thing for others to scold him for being a bald donkey. Li Shigang immediately rolled up his sleeves: "That's right, I... cough cough, I will do my best for heaven today, and fight with you!"

Duan Mingyu secretly said in silence for Cheng Zhiyuan. Li Shi had just stepped down from the plate and was stable. His muscles all over his body knew that he was a monk at a glance. When the tiger's body shook, Cheng Zhiyuan had to remove half of the blood. Cough cough, no matter how he beat him, it was a sign of the group's destruction!

Duan Mingyu secretly asked the old monk Zhiyuan: "Hehe, Master Zhiyuan, don't you monks believe in Buddhism? What you should be calm, not arrogant or impatient. Why is Li Shigang so hot-tempered?"

The old monk Zhiyuan glanced at Duan Mingyu: "This donor, I am very sorry, the little disciple believes in the Battle of the Buddha..."

Duan Mingyu fell directly and decisively called everyone to separate Li Shigang and Cheng Zhiyuan. He persuaded him, and then he turned the two into war.

However, this comes at a price! The price is Duan Mingyu invites two monks to have a day of fun.

There were too many people, Yang Zhaoniang was not very old, was short, and had a small goal. When she was playing, she got separated from Duan Mingyu and the others several times.

Duan Mingyu and his friends had to look for this girl everywhere.

Finally, Yang Zhaoniang said in tears: "Miss, today I suddenly realized that I have lowered the average height of Chinese girls. Well, the consequences of this will be very serious! It is necessary to regroup!"

Duan Mingyu hurriedly comforted, "What's the matter? Zhaoniang, you have a good figure and are not short among children. Look at the fat woman over there. I'm sorry to the audience. Anyone with discerning eyes will know that this tomboy is good at eating meat. I have observed him for a long time and finally found an adjective that suits her figure. Fat but not greasy. Compared to her, you are much happier."
Chapter completed!