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Chapter 437 When there are reincarnation flowers at the age, who throws the bright moon into the old pond

When there are reincarnation flowers every year, who throws the bright moon into the pond?
The breeze does not blow the setting sun trees, there are new cicadas singing old words.

On Mount Tai, outside the climbing path of the Red Gate Line, a fat mosquito lay on a lush tree.

This is a happy summer, it was born in winter, flew through the whole spring, and witnessed the growth of all things on the earth.

It is the birthday star of the mosquito family, converted to human age, at least a hundred years old.

In the remembrance of Homecoming, it is drowsy.

That spring was extremely noisy, and many companions either woke up from deep sleep, or were born in that season, flying around, looking for the same kind.

It is a female mosquito, and like many female mosquitoes, after mating, it will suck the fresh blood of many warm-blooded or cold-blooded animals, including humans.

Otherwise, it is impossible to lay eggs and reproduce offspring.

Male mosquitoes do not feed on human blood, not because they are friendly to humans, or because they are too timid to be shot to death, but because their stylets are relatively degenerated, and their jaws are short and thin, so they cannot penetrate human skin and can only rely on nectar , plant sap, etc. to sustain life.

A fat mosquito has only one husband in its life, although the husband only mates with it once.

But after her husband died, it gave birth to three children, more than 200 at a time.

After that, it didn't continue to give birth, and continued to look for a husband, and even gave up the husband's sperm that had been stored before.

Sometimes, it feels ashamed of being selfish.

In nature, there are many insects. Once they lay eggs, they will die soon after because of the depletion of nutrients in their bodies.

Fat girl doesn't want to die so soon, she wants to see the autumn that her mother longs for but can't see.

My mother gave birth to it before the end of winter. Before she died, she told it that your grandma gave birth to me in winter. Now I can hear the footsteps of spring. I will definitely not see summer, let alone summer. The next autumn, children, take a look at summer for me, autumn, what a dream that is out of reach.

So, with the passage of time, Fat Girl saw that some of the girlfriends around her were over after giving birth to a child only once, while others died contentedly after changing four or five husbands.

Up to now, most of the mosquitoes in spring have died of old age.

In summer, the weather is too hot, and many female mosquitoes are unwilling to give birth to babies and do not feed on human blood, so humans find that there are much fewer mosquitoes in summer than in spring.

The fat mosquito looks at the night sky, the world is so big, and the life of three or four months is really too short.

When spring just came, a little friend said that he wanted to leave here to see how big the outside world is.

Now, the summer is here, and the little friend has no news, and I don't know what happened.

Under the tree, two flies were eating.

The furthest place the fat mosquito has ever been is the human habitation below the mountain.

It was there for a few days.

On the first day, it saw the mistress sleeping with the man.

The next day, it saw the hostess sleeping with the second male.

On the third day, it saw the male owner sleeping with female number two.

On the fourth day, it saw the hostess sleeping with the host.

On the fifth day, the hostess was still sleeping with the male host, and it seemed that there would no longer be the second male and the second female in their lives.

The life of the hero and heroine is very happy.

Others get the people you missed, and you get the people others missed. With a sigh, the fat mosquito returned to the mountains.

I really envy the lifespan of human beings, who can see the panorama of the four seasons of the year, and even support them to explore the vast distance.

My mother died in spring. She said that winter was very cold, and she didn't know what summer was like in grandma's mouth.

And grandma doesn't know what spring looks like, they are too short-lived.

Either it only passed one season, or it barely spanned two seasons, and then the whole body shriveled and fell to the ground, not even spider spirits or geckos were willing to eat it.

Thinking of the gecko, Fat Mosquito suddenly felt startled, and then saw a huge tongue rolling towards it.

A gecko passed by where the fat mosquito lay, stuck out its tongue, and continued to climb.

Two flies under the tree looked up.

The fat man is gone.

They are not sad either, they feel that Fatty's life is happy and fearless, and he spent his life like a breeze and a bright moon.

On the mountain trail, Yang Fan was carrying a backpack, sleeping bag and tent.

Beside him were Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian who were as youthful and beautiful as ever.

At night, they don't need to wear hats and masks anymore, and they can show off their beauty in a prosperous age.

Even in sportswear and long-sleeved trousers, it is still obvious that the two sisters are protruding forward and backward.

If it was tight-fitting clothes, the body must be very hot. The two flies stopped eating and looked at the Liu family sisters passing by under the street lamp.

As for Yang Fan next to them, the two flies were not interested.

It must be another licking dog, otherwise why is he carrying everything by himself, while the two beauties are empty-handed, and they don't even have their mobile phones.

"Mom, I envy and worship that licking dog." The little fly said to her mother.

"I'm envious of your size, you are a fly, and you must worship our own kind. If you are not of my kind, you must have a different heart." Mother Fly taught.

"But licking the dog can eat hot food at any time, happier than us." The little fly still looked very envious.

The mother fly looked down at the food under her feet, and patiently explained: "My child, human beings don't eat shit."

The little fly said unconvinced: "Mom is lying, last time we went to the human land to find food..."

"Shut up, children don't learn well." The mother fly slapped the little fly and smashed its head into the food.

The little fly pulled its head out of the food, a piece of food, as if its mother had knocked its head out of shit.

Mother Fly lamented that she really couldn’t go to the land of humans. Humans are too bad and dangerous, and they have seriously affected the three views of the animal kingdom.

In the hiking trail.

There are not many people climbing the mountain at night in summer, and there will be no one in the hundreds of meters before and after, as if they have wrapped up the whole mountain.

"Yang Fan, sing a song?" Liu Qianqian said to Yang Fan, a backpacker traveling everywhere, just after passing the Red Gate ticket office and officially embarking on the sunrise tour.

Such a boyfriend is a bit handsome.

The current Yang Fan has a kind of wild beauty, which is different from the usual well-dressed.

It's not that he's unattractive if he's well-dressed, but two different styles of beauty.

The unchanging beauty is easy to cause aesthetic fatigue, so many celebrities want to rely on their appearance to retain old fans, so they have to take a different route from the original.

"Save some energy now, don't run around and shout, so as not to take too many breaks in the middle, we haven't reached the top of the mountain at two o'clock in the morning." Yang Fan is also empty-handed, but his mountaineering bag is bulging.

The three of them put their mobile phones in the side pockets of their mountaineering bags, and their SLRs in a slightly larger bag.

(End of this chapter)