Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

The eldest lady is worthy of being the spokesperson of the underworld. In the blink of an eye, she came up with several ghost-related pen names:

"The underworld is wandering, the judge is in the human world, black and white are impermanent, and life is impermanent——"

The fourth wife's eyes fell on the first piece of letter paper placed by the eldest wife on the mahjong table, and she said with a smile:
“The wife who loves to tell ghost stories—what about the ghost wife?”

The eyes of several ladies of the Guo family lit up at the same time, and the eldest lady even smiled brightly: "Okay, this is good!"

After deciding on a pen name, the eldest lady continued reading: "The most important thing about a story is the beginning, and the most important thing about the beginning is the first three sentences of the article——"

As she read, her voice gradually became quieter and finally became silent. The second wife next to her was so anxious that she scratched her head and said, "This is such a wonderful smile in the world of mortals!"
A Dong dreamed of that pair of red embroidered shoes again——

The exact same first sentence has three completely different beginnings!
She had just listened to two songs and she was fascinated. Why were they gone?
But the fourth wife tugged at her, shook her head, and pointed toward the door——

She has seen that the eldest lady has been completely immersed in her own world. She is afraid that she will start writing directly later. It is better for these troublesome guys to leave as soon as possible!

The second wife was led out by the silent third wife and the smiling fourth wife. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to resist, it was the third wife who showed her a three-tube——

In the middle of the round, she just hit three barrels!

She understands what the third wife means!

Give her a shot next time!

The third wife is such a wonderful person!

On the other side, not long after the three sisters-in-law left, the eldest lady lifted up the tablecloth, let the mahjong roll down, and pulled out the dead old man’s beloved Parker gold pen, which was a gift from Achen!
But after she told a story about a pen that turned into sperm and ink that ate people, the old man inexplicably started asking Cloud Eagle to sign all the documents without using the pen.

It's now cheaper for her!
The pen Achen gave me is so easy to use!
After the eldest lady tried writing a few words, she took out a new piece of manuscript paper. An idea came to her yesterday, and the story she thought of finally came out:

The food stall Xiang Xiang opened in front of the Kowloon Theater is famous far and wide. The bowl cakes it sells are suitable for all ages and are delicious. Unfortunately, the number of servings is limited to [-] per day, so you have to queue up early to buy it.

This day, a young young man came here. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, two dimples in his smile, and a rosy complexion. He looked like he was a good worker.

Xiangxiang liked it and took the initiative to pack him two more pieces. She smiled sweetly and said, "Go home and eat it while it's hot."

Younger boy——

The eldest lady penned down and resolutely filled in the character "shan".

Ashan, a young boy, touched the back of his head innocently, smiled, and without even saying thank you, he bowed deeply, picked up the cake and turned around to leave.

Xiangxiang looked at his tight buttocks, relaxed broad back, and strong waist as he walked, like a walking furnace, with vitality spurting out from time to time. She subconsciously licked her lips and whispered: "Brother, Eat more!”

It turns out that Xiangxiang looks like she is twenty-eight years old, but she is actually a hundred-year-old beauty who has experienced the chaos of the late Qing Dynasty and the glitz of the Republic of China, and finally lived to the present day of peace and prosperity.

The secret of her longevity, youthfulness and beauty lies in this bowl of cake - take a drop of your heart's blood every day and put it in the bowl of cake. After seven days, the youth and physical strength of the person who eats the bowl of cake will flow into it. in her body.

It's a pity that this technique can only be used once a year, and as she gets older, the cost of maintaining youth and beauty becomes higher and higher -

Only a young man like Ashan, whose energy is like a furnace of heaven and earth, can keep her young for a year.

Xiangxiang was full of anticipation, but she didn't realize that after a night, there was a fine line in the corner of her eyes.

Even the next day, when she saw Ashan again, she smiled and there were a few creases in the corners of her eyes. Ashan couldn't help but look at her a few more times. Xiangxiang immediately asked: "What is my brother looking at?"

Ashan couldn't speak sweet words, but he always pretended to be stupid. He pointed behind Xiangxiang and said, "Butterfly, Butterfly!" Xiangxiang chuckled: "Silly brother, is Butterfly as good-looking as her sister?"

When she smiled, her wrinkles deepened. Ashan turned away, not daring to look at her anymore. Xiangxiang bento thought he was shy and smiled even deeper.

Two days later, Xiangxiang has transformed from a beautiful girl into a beautiful aunt. She is still beautiful, but her hair is gradually growing.

At this time, Xiangxiang also realized that something was wrong. As soon as Ashan arrived, she changed from her usual gentleness and asked fiercely: "Did you eat those bowl cakes?!"

Ashan was startled and stammered: "Yes, yes!"

Xiangxiang's face softened a little. This situation has happened in the past. The opponent's life is too strong and the essence is as solid as an iron bucket. It will not be until the seventh day when the spells are accumulated to the limit that the opponent will be able to break through in one fell swoop!
She packed more cakes and asked earnestly: "You have to eat more and finish it!"

Ashan nodded casually, grabbed the pastry bag, and ran away. It was the weekend and there were many people watching movies. The young man walked into the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He ran all the way home, opened the door and quickly closed it, leaning against the door panel, panting.

An old voice sounded in the room: "A-Shan? Is it A-Shan?"

Ashan took a deep breath, calmed down, nodded, grabbed the cake and went into the house.

The room was a little dark, and there was a rotten smell when entering the door, like the mud dug out of a rotten fish pond after a rain.

An old lady struggled to stretch out her hand, her eyes gleaming astonishingly: "Have you bought the cake? Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Even because she was so excited, two blushes appeared on her old face, which seemed to be about to fall off at any time.

Ashan hurriedly handed the snack bag to her. The old woman took it with trembling hands and opened the mouth of the bag. A strange fragrance that only she could smell wafted out immediately.

The old woman took a deep breath. For a moment, her old face was like a dead tree in spring, and it was as if time had gone back to her youth, and a fair and pretty face suddenly appeared.

In just a moment, she returned to her old look.

The old woman no longer hesitated, grabbed the bowl cake and started eating it.

Ashan retreated quietly, until he retreated outside the door, and only felt better when he entered the sunny courtyard.

He stood on tiptoes, craned his neck and looked far away, and saw with his own eyes the old woman's snow-white hair, falling down like snow on the branches blown by the cold wind.

The old woman's already skinny body was visibly deflated. Finally, she held up half a piece of cake and shouted hoarsely:
"delicious!"

No more sound.

Ashan wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling hands. The dead old woman was actually his stepmother. A few days ago, she was still a beautiful woman who still had charm.

He was yelled at and scolded every day, and he was told that the newly opened dim sum stall was delicious, so he was sent to buy it.

Yes, it’s that Xiangxiang!Living in Kings Canyon!

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