Yan Xitong, who was standing beside him, sneered: "You can't even have such a simple thing? I really don't know how you grew up."

I immediately glared back and said, "Do you think everyone is like you, you have nothing to do and learn from your masters?"

Yan Xiaoqing coughed, and Yan Xitong and I quickly shut up.

"In the past year, my friend returned to his home path and saw a scrap screen beside the road. An old man was painted with a look at him from time to time and looked up. Because there was a bird playing with him, his feathers were uneven but not bright, and he was vivid. It was probably because this screen was abandoned for a day, but it was not seen through wind and rain, because there was a broken eaves on it. Suddenly, a bird came over and fell on the screen. He saw something in the screen, but he didn't think it was a kind of person. Why? The bird of the screen was dirty, and he was stained with no mud and dust? The bird of the bird was so full that he wanted to paint it with dirt, but his butt was gone, so he moved to another place.

, and after a while, he returned to the screen and leaped back to the screen. The bird was more ashamed of it. He turned his back to the screen. He seemed to have something out of it. He knew that the feces were coming out, because it harmed his face, but he was not as good as his beauty. Therefore, he covered it up and was no longer seen by others. Looking closely, the birds looked at the birds, the ears of the pens, suddenly hit the neck of the pens, and broke into the well. In the end, the village boy was not shooting at him with a slingshot. Alas! The feathers were bright and glamorous, and they were forgotten in the first form of ambition, and were full of animals. How could it be different? Is it okay to die?"

After reading it, Yan Xiaoqing hugged his arms with both hands: "Recognize all the words."

I swallowed: "There is one that doesn't recognize."

I saw that Yan Xitong's face seemed to be darker than before.

"Who doesn't recognize me?" Yan Xiaoqing was quite patient, unlike Yan Xitong, who looked like he was about to strangle me to death.

I quickly said, "I don't recognize the 'nine' under the 'corpse' of that corpse."

"Damn." Yan Xitong said coldly.

"ah?"

"That word is pronounced 'Damn'!" Yan Xitong repeated impatiently: "It's so stupid."

"Eighth brother, say less." Yan Xiaoqing glanced at Yan Xitong and said seriously: "You know everyone except this?"

I hesitated for a moment, read the article carefully, and then I dared to nod.

"Um."

"But, it means buttocks."

I suddenly realized that ancient Chinese is really profound and profound, and such insulting words can be described in such elegant way.

"Do you understand the meaning?" Yan Xiaoqing asked again.

"Everyone understands almost everything." I said.

Yan Xitong suddenly came over with malicious intentions: "Then you tell me."

He smiled so slutty, do you think I don't know how to understand?

"What's the difficulty of this, but I'm not reading much about it, so the explanation may not be so elegant."

Yan Xitong smiled even more obscenely.

I stood up, coughed twice, looked at the words on the wall, and slowly said: "Once upon a time, a friend was going home, and saw an abandoned screen on the side of the road, painting an old man and a bird. The bird was pretty good, just like the real one... Suddenly one day, another bird saw a screen that was similar to that of itself, and suddenly felt jealous and wanted to pull a bait on the bird on the screen, but it didn't pull it out in a short time, so he went out to eat something. When it brewed the bait and was about to pull it, it was shot to death by someone with a slingshot and finally fell into the well."

I found that after I translated the ancient text, Yan Xitong and Yan Xiaoqing both looked at me in a daze.
Chapter completed!