It seems that God is going to commemorate the end of summer, and it rained heavily in the early autumn, which is heavier than all the rain in the first half of the year.

Thunder made Han Xuan not sleep well all night.

What's even more annoying is that I fell asleep at six o'clock and woke up at half past seven o'clock.

After twisting and squirming in the bed until eight o'clock, he got up and muttered, "Okay, I can't sleep anymore."

I imagined that it was covered with dark clouds, but I opened the curtains and found that it was another sunny day.

There were small puddles on the ground, and Johnny's turtle ran fast after chasing the colorful pheasant.

After washing up, he looked at the mirror, and his tender face reflected his hair, his hair was a little natural yellow, and his fluffy covered his ears.

I dare not go to Augusta to cut my head. The countless pastures were born under the scissors of the old man.

Holding your hair with your hands and looking back and forth, it seems that you can tie it into a braid. Raise your eyebrows and smile and try cutting the rope.

After more than twenty minutes, I realized that braiding is also a technical job, either being crooked or looking like a madman.

Swaying downstairs to find reinforcements.

Hearing the request, Joanna agreed with a smile, and in the blink of an eye, he helped Han Xuan tie it up.

I shook my head and shook it. It felt so novel. I always thought that something was hanging behind my head.

Just as I was about to take it away, Joanna held his hand, "It looks pretty good, it looks mature like a big child."

Once you grow up, you will miss your childhood, and Han Xuanting enjoys the present.

But many things are young and not easy to deal with. When I heard this, I found a mirror and smacked my lips and spit out a word: "Handsome!"

The door opened, and my father took off the long rubber shoes while holding the door frame.

When he walked into the house, he left a series of wet footprints on the ground. When he saw his son, he was stunned and smiled and said, "Look, have the little girl from there written a book as an artist?"

"Your dad stayed there before. At that time in college, he kept covering his shoulders and asked him to cut him to death. He insisted on saying that he was so handsome."

Guo’s mother said, tied her apron, “What do you want to eat today?”

"sandwich."

"Is this so popular at that time? Other Chinese people are busy studying, and I am the most popular in school. Do you know who the school grass at Kate Middle School in California back then?" Han's father said narcissistically using his hair.

"you?"

"After candidates, there are four more people in front."

“…three.”

He laughed and said to his parents: "I heard at Brown University that my grandfather also joined the DKE Brotherhood. He seemed to like to play when he was young."

"This is our tradition. There is nothing wrong with playing. I am also a member of the DKE Brotherhood. I have heard of your grandfather's deeds at Harvard."

"What's up?"

"At that time, others were involved in the association and wanted to fight with a circle of people, but your grandfather didn't agree.

Two weeks later, I asked to participate again, and went to Chinatown to buy two boxes of liquor and pour them all down. Don’t see that white people can drink beer, just drink it and pour it into liquor!

I remember my great-grandfather, your grandfather's grandfather, who was almost eighty years old and had two glasses of wine before the meal. If he didn't drink it, he would go on a hunger strike and he had taken your grandfather to practice."

Han's father was envious, as if he remembered something sad, and continued: "If the alcohol content can be inherited, why don't you nod? You are not allowed to drink it yet."

He kept talking to the point where he was talking. He just planned to say that he had joined the fraternity, but how do you calculate this generation? According to the Chinese, all the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are brothers?

"I heard from John that there was a pine tree at the door of Ogsger's house. How could such a big tree be blown down by the wind?

Old Patton went back to get the tools, and after I came over, I planned to build a tree house with those woods and read it in the newspaper, which was quite interesting."

"Tree House." Han Xuan raised his head, "Where to put it?"

"In the woods, near the place where the Macaw lives, there are a few spruce trees next to each other, and you can see Lake Rota, and the environment is good."

"I'll go with you later, mom, hurry up!"

"Don't urge! I'll put too much salt when I shake my hand!" A voice came from the kitchen.

"Where is your classmate, ask him if he will go."

"It's okay. I couldn't sleep last night and came to see me several times. I asked me to chat with him. I was afraid of thunder. I guess I woke up early."

After breakfast, Old Patton and John, Martinez were already waiting at the door.

A few years ago, the Ogsgers moved out and the house became a place for cowboys to rest when they grazed.

After several repairs, the pine trees are now pressing on the roof and all around them are collapsed. It seems that they will not be able to live without major repairs. If the ancestors of Augsger knew that there would be such a day, they would probably plant the trees farther away.

The pine tree can't be hugged by one person, the leaves are a little yellow, and there are more pine needles falling down than other trees.

Martinez acted as a coolie, pulling the rope, and the chainsaw didn't sound.

After pulling around, it still didn't sound. He shook his eyes and said speechlessly: "Who got the chainsaw and the oil is gone, and whose car burns diesel?"

"My, have any objections? I've just added it before, but I didn't drive it."

“No, no.”

Martinez ran into the house like a escape, found the water pipe for cutting the flowers, lay on the side of the car and sucked hard, and was so choked by the smell that he coughed. When he was filled, he tried again. The chainsaw sounded lightly and then turned quickly.

Use a ruler to measure two meters and draw a white line. The entire pine tree can be cut into eight sections, and then the lush branches and leaves cover most of the roof. The entire height is more than 30 meters.

"Cut it down first, it's too heavy to move," said John.

Martinez wore goggles and leaned the chainsaw against the pine tree.

The huge noise disturbed the North American grey squirrels in the tree hole next door. Several gathered together to look at the head and collectively despise these loggers.

Han Xuanliyuan covered his ears and stood on tiptoe to look at the sawed trunk. It was intact inside and asked, "No, why did the good tree fall off?"

Old Patton brushed off the wood chips, scratched his head and said, "Look up, it may have been crippled."

It took nearly an hour to saw it all open, without any trace of being eaten by insects. Han Xuan thought maybe it was because the wind was too strong.

The father looked at the broken place and smiled and said, "Find some tools to dig it up, use the roots of the tree house as tables, and use some rough branches as stools. It will be boring to buy them and put them in."

The boss moved his mouth and the younger brother ran off his legs. Martinez put down the chainsaw and then got into the car and went to the warehouse to get the shovel.

Sitting in the room and boiling some water. After drinking, he saw that he hadn't come back yet, Patton sighed, "This guy, let's be lazy again."

In the warehouse by the wheat field, Martinez sneez sneezed a few times, his nose hung on his lips, muttering: "One day I will buy a ranch, and I will do the work for the cowboys."

It took time to dig a hole than to saw the tree. It took two hours to see the entire tree roots clearly. John wiped the sweat beads on his face naked, "That's all, everyone else sawed it with a chainsaw, and they couldn't use those branches."

The pine tree, which is nearly one hundred years old, has a root of more than two meters thick. After one shovel, Martinez said disgusted and said, "Hey~ What's the matter, like a snot, gum?"

"The fart gum, can the roots of the tree be glued? I've learned it for so many years!"

Old Patton said squintingly, squatting in front of this thing, trying to touch it with his hands, John quickly grabbed him, "Don't touch it."

Han Xuan and his father were chatting on the trunk. When they heard the sound of the pit, they patted their butts and walked over, saying, "Dig it? The crane is coming soon."

"I dug something down the tree roots. No wonder the pine tree fell off and the roots were rotten."

He stretched his head and looked at the place where Martinez pointed. A raised object that looked like a tumor attached to the root, with a white color and a mucus inside.
Chapter completed!