Students
Students
Singing
On this July day, Blue Bing saw his father do woodwork. He’s been watching it for half a day, like an amazing audience, watching people walk through the wire.
Father’s making a cabinet, it’s in shape, it’s grinding. The cabinets that are shorter than the regulars, which have gradually become smooth and beautiful under their father’s rubbing, are as glamorous as a face-and-faced man entering a beauty salon when he comes out. Although he was a layman, he noticed that his father had made this cabinet without a nail. With this technology alone, the father ‘ s high level of craftsmanship can be seen. At least it’s not easy to turn a small pile of wood into a cupboard.
Father Blue Boon is no longer short in his son’s heart. During the four months of living with his father, Blue Bao became aware of his own biological father, like a sesame flower. At the beginning, he felt that his father was weak and timid, and that he was a bullying and slaughtering role. He then found his father optimistic and that the family’s suffering seemed to have been overcome by his happiness. Now, there’s evidence, there’s evidence, there’s evidence, there’s a father.
In fact, Blue Temperature has always been the best man in the world. He studied carpentry with his father as a child. He grew up with this skill and married the hardest girl to marry in Kikimura. When I was a girl, my wife Wei was beautiful and proud, and many handsome and big boys couldn’t move her. The small, poor, cold blue warmth conquers and eventually weeds Wei’s fragrance, and is based on the best of the creation. He built a house with his own hands, with all the wood structures. It is divided into three upper and lower levels: the lower level, known as the Livestock Department; the middle-level, known as the Personnel Department; and the upper level, known as the Food Agency. The partitions between the layers are seamless and unventilated. Like the lower floors, the way the animals scream, the way they smell, they don’t come to the middle. The upper silo, which is a direct pile of food, is never alive, and cockroaches and rats are not allowed to enter. This extraordinary house was a unique or unique one in the village of Al-Hashim in the same year, and the people who came to visit it were envious and admired. Among the people who visit, there’s a fragrance. Three months after the visit, Wei Xiaoxiang again entered the house and became its owner. Her brother-in-law in the house, until five years ago, was burned by fire.
The destruction of this house is linked to the destruction of the former son of Blue Bing.
Blue Bread gambles, mortgages the house. He lost again.
It was a late night, when Blue Bo looked at his work, and the next day it became someone else’s property. He read all the dust and decided to die with his wife, Wei Xiaoxia. He lit the house himself.
The fire struck the village. In particular, there are gamblers at the table, who are profit-oriented, and who are still free from disaster. They took a card game and tried to rush to the fire.
Blue Blanche knows far from the fire is his home. He raced forward as a black horse. He was only seen rolling in a small pond near his home, then leaping up and drilling into the house.
He saved his mother first. And then save Father.
Those involved in the fire have witnessed Blue Bing’s actions to save the mother and father. They saw the other side of a shameless gambler. The unconscious parents woke up knowing that the son had taken their lives. They looked at the house that had been burned by fire and looked as if their son had been born again, with a happy smile. If a house was burned, it would have been worth the price if it had served the purpose of disciplining the son and recovering him from evil.
And for the two years that followed, Blue repented and did not gamble. He was re-emerged in a temporary shed with his parents, where he shared a breath of destiny, worked together to plan his life, worked together — in the blue family’s responsible fields and fields, and finally saw the image of Blue Bing, with his father’s bluebong, and his mother’s Wei Xiaoxi, and became an invisible view.
The Blue Temperature decided to rebuild the house on the ruins. He changed the house into a brick to avoid the sad past or to keep up with the times. Within less than two years, a new house was uprooted, like a new boat in the water, preparing for a test voyage.
It was at that point that Blue Beam was gambling again. He fell into the abyss again, like a drug addict who had failed to recover.
The reason given by Lan Bwewang was that he wanted to fight and earn money for his house.
The result is uncollectible. We lose, we lose, we lose, we lose.
The father, Blue Boon, chose to ignore his son’s gambling and debt. As he treated an incurable terminally ill patient, he left him running on the road, even though he was his own son.
Maybe it’s a pity that this man whose parents are desperate and sad is not his own son! Thirty-three years ago he was wrongly hugged, and he didn’t belong to the family, or messed up the family like a jade should have been in a nice, expensive box and thrown as a rock in a basket, while the stone was treated as a jade.
In any case, it’s been “silent.” His son, who had been scientifically identified, was in sight, watching his father work as a carpenter and appreciating his work.
My father, Blue Boon, sensed being watched and appreciated by his son, was more aggressive and careful. He stopped working until his son handed him water and towels.
“Bue Wang, do you want to learn woodwork? I’ll teach you if you want. “Langbold said to his son,
“Dad, how much can you sell a locker like this? “Lang Bing says:
“This cabinet is for your cousin’s wedding, not for sale. I’m sorry.
“If you sell, how much can you sell? I’m sorry.
“A thousand dollars. I’m sorry.
“What is the cost? Timber and manual. I’m sorry.
“The wood is not for money, it is from the river, and some of it is from our forest.” I don’t know. I don’t know. I’m sorry.
Blue Beiwan, think about it, shakes his head and seems to think it’s not worth a thousand bucks. Can wood be cost-neutral? Ten days of work is made into a cabinet at a labour cost of less than $100 a day. Such a cabinet, a gift for relatives, could be priceless, but it would be too cheap to turn into a commodity.
Blue Bhaiwan has noticed that logs abandoned in Hautling Village are widespread. Most of them are drifters from the river, piled up in mountains on the banks of the river and in front of the houses of each household, and provided with material for firewood and for the construction of pighouses in cattle bars. Even if some wood is bought and sold, it is expected to be traded by weight and size, which is not necessarily more valuable than cattle. And most of the wood is still a good cloud, the best material for making pianos. A cloud on a septic tank, if used on a piano, would appreciate thousands of times. Also, what a promising industry would be if these unearthed clouds and other trees were to be made into a sculpture, spoiled and sold?
For a few days, his son, Lan Bwan, was on the phone, speaking foreign languages. The parents do not understand, but it is foreigners who can speak to their sons.
Today, my son left in the morning on a motorcycle. At night, my son came back, there was another man behind the car. The man is a blonde, a eagle’s nose, a white skin, almost as tall as a door and can be seen as a foreigner.
He introduced the foreigner to his parents, and said, “His name is Paul Gortz. You can’t remember him. Paul was my classmate in America. I’m sorry.
Paul’s other identity, whose parents were not introduced or suspended, was that of his assistant president of the famous United States piano brand company and of his son. He did not present his own considerations, as his ideas were not fully shared by Paul.
Paul was invited by Blue Beiwan, and he cannot be tempted. On the phone, he told Paul that he had been up in Guangxi, China, and had found the world’s best clouds and cheap wood. This is certainly the best material for making pianos. He hoped to work with his company to make use of their brands, their technological advantages and the benefits of the raw materials, land and labour of the past, to build a branch plant in the last Ridge, to create a piano industry, to make their piano freely available in the Chinese market, and to make local farmers in the last Ridge rich.
Paul’s obviously been talked about by Blue Bean, coming. At noon today, he saw his classmates at Nanning Airport. He also did not know that Luo GuangLang had changed his name to Rambowan or that the Chinese classmate had changed his name. But when I saw my classmate Luo Luang, Paul was in shock. He had no idea that the Luo-Lang was picking him up with an old motorcycle. As far as he can tell, Luo-Long is from a rich house in China, driving a BMW in the United States, and then driving a motorcycle?
The luminous light didn’t explain immediately. The assistant president of the motorbike, who carries the world-renowned enterprise, is the President ‘ s precious son, who is bound on the backs of a donkey with a heavy and precious treasure, carefully and slowly moving out of the airport and on the highway. It then exited the highway and headed towards the county and country roads. It’s been a long journey.
Paul cried and shouted in English all the way, and the lights were lit. I and your classmates for four years, neither robbed your girlfriend nor stomped on your limo. Why are you doing this to me?
I’m not called Luo Gwang-Lang, I’ve changed my name
Why?
Because I was Blue Breath! I’m not the son of a rich man. I’m a rural farmer in China now. I’m taking you to my village home to meet my parents as a farmer. The most important thing is to see the clouds, the beautiful rivers, the land of our heroes…
Blue Blanche explains and describes Paul in English in an intermittent and vocal manner.
I don’t care if you’re a fucking farmer or president. Paul says he’s been squeamish and sweaty.
Blue Beam had to put Paul down and let him walk. Blue Beam is still riding on a motorcycle, with two feet on it, moving its companion, Paul, like walking a pregnant cow.
After less than a mile, Paul said it’s Blue Bing. Tell me the truth, how far is the village?
Seventy kilometers.
Paul climbed the motorcycle immediately.
At last, they arrive in the evening in Al-Uhashimura.
Paul met the parents of the farmers in Blue Bing.
In English, Paul asks Blue Beam: “They are your biological parents. I’m sorry.
He replied in English: “When I was born, I was wrongly held in hospital and lived in another family until March this year. I’m sorry.
In the light that is not so bright, Paul looks at the parents. He saw a black, small, old man and a black, thin old woman smiling at him, and they all showed mixed yellow teeth. After the laugh, the two were busy. The old lady went to the kitchen to get wood and water. The old man ran out of the house and soon caught a chicken.
An hour later, the chicken became the main dish on the table. It’s a necessary meal for guests. Other dishes include gravy, tofu, fried bees, baking shrimp, etc. They were fragrances, scented, and caught the stomach of hungry Americans.
When the wolf swallowed it for a while, it was probably full. Paul said to Blue Brewan, “Why didn’t you invite me to your house in China for a drink?” I’m sorry.
He said: “There is wine, but you may not be used to it.” I’m sorry.
Paul said, “Is it a toilet? I’m sorry.
He said, “It’s a platinum wine, but it’s preceded by the word “earth” — a platinum. I’m sorry.
Paul thought a little, and said, “Oh, I see, the platinum wine is buried in the earth, and it will come out in five or ten years, and it will be called the pup.” I’m sorry.
“No, we in the countryside make our own wine, we call it a platinum. It’s low, it’s good. But if we can’t handle it, we’re drunk, we’re drunk, we can’t take two days, because we’re wet and heavy in the south of China, and the North is often not adapted. I’m sorry.
And Paul said, “I am an American, not of the North.” I’m sorry.
“But the United States is north of the equator, and I’ll start by saying, “Don’t drink.” I’m sorry.
“Come on!” Paul said, “He’s in a hurry.”
Blue Blanche made his father look. The wine is actually ready. As soon as his body flashed, his father saw a wine table set there like a powder keg.
Blue Bing told my father to distribute a bowl to everyone.
Paul drank a bowl and still drank.
Blue shakes its head.
“The Chinese are very kind, I don’t think so. Paul says.
And Blue Brethren was stimulated, and said: Then another bowl. I’m sorry.
After the second bowl, Paul’s coming back.
The Blue Brethren did not agree, and took away the empty bowl before Paul, saying, “I want to ensure your health.” I’m sorry.
“You have to make me happy first! Paul says he’s got a red neck. Cooperate, right? Have fun! If I’m not happy, how can I be happy? I’m sorry.
Blue Breung couldn’t help but let his father pour another bowl of wine for him and Paul.
The third bowl is all in the belly, and Paul and Blue Bean are almost down at the same time.
Blue Bing woke up the next night. He was anxious to see Paul. Paul’s not awake yet. He lay in the bed of another room, like a pestilent pig. The father, who stood by his guard, was proud or successful. In the countryside, it is the highest level and standard for guests to be happy, drunk and drunk. The father was still satisfied at the moment, as a guest had been drunk all day in his house and was a foreigner.
“I’m probably going to make things worse.” I’m sorry.
The father said, “Why?” What is it? I’m sorry.
“Paul is leaving tomorrow. But we haven’t talked about it, we haven’t seen it. I’m sorry.
He said, “Why?” What is it? I’m sorry.
And Blue Bhai suddenly burst into fire and said, “Why?” Because there’s not enough time! What’s going on? Something important! It’s about my future. It’s about the village! I’m sorry.
My father, Blue Boon, was scared and scared. After a while, it was as if he had calmed down, thought of what, and looked at his son, and said, “No, I will feed him honey, and wake him up early.” I’m sorry.
“Does it work? I’m sorry.
“It works. Our family’s honey or wild honey, it’ll work. “Why didn’t you say so? I’m sorry.
Father rushed to get honey, diluted with warm water, and fed Paul.
Paul’s waking up and regaining consciousness. He woke up and walked out of the house with Blue Bei Wing, and went outside.
It’s like a natural oxygen, actually. The ion that is produced from the mountains of the woody trees is covered with oxidizing ion, smouldering, and the heart of the people.
Paul breathed fresh air, and looked around almost nothing, and said, “The mountains are a good place.” I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
“Tomorrow I’ll take a good look. I’m sorry.
Blue Breath listens, relaxs, and says, “It’s great that you don’t leave tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
Paul turned his face into blue and wondered, “I didn’t mean to leave.” I’m here today. I’m here one day tomorrow. I’m sorry.
And the blue is firm in heart, and can only say the truth: You came yesterday. We’ve all been drinking too much, and I’m drunk till tonight night, and you’re drunk until just now. It’s the next day and night. I’m sorry.
Paul listened to surprises first, then smiled and raised his thumbs, and said, “How powerful is the upstretched mud! He can make the night and the day, and turn the soul upside down. I’m sorry.
Blue Breath can’t laugh, “But we’re not in time to talk, we’re not in time to see if you’re leaving tomorrow. I’m sorry.
Paul said without hesitation, “I must leave tomorrow.” Tomorrow is Chinese time. 19th, right? Japan is also 19 days. I’m flying to Japan day and night, and I’m signing with our new piano Japanese agent in the morning. I’m sorry.
Blue Blanche can’t bear to cry.
Paul felt the grief of his classmates and said, “I will fly to Shanghai from Nanning tomorrow at 4 p.m. and Japan at 8 p.m. Then tomorrow morning, you can actually see it, but I’ll be late for your damn motorcycle. I’m sorry.
And the blue was brightened, and said, “I will change the car. There’s a car in our village!”
My father, Blue Boven, was forced by his son to find a car for rent overnight. The owner’s name is Blue. He drives a casino, he has a special car for gamblers. It was this vehicle that sent the son to hospital when he was stabbed. Now he spends $3,000 and he doesn’t pay for the car. Tomorrow, for the sake of his son.
The sky is blinded and Blue Bliss wakes up Paul. Paul won’t get up, says he’ll sleep soon. Lan Bhai asks why. Paul said stomach pains, diarrhea, at least ten trips to the toilet. Blue Blanche thought it was the honey water that went wrong, woke up and got infected. He felt deeply guilty and had to keep Paul asleep.
Paul slept until about 10:00 a.m. before he got up. It’s eleven o’clock when he’s ready for breakfast.
The thing to look at is hasty.
Blue Blanche pointed to the trees on all four hills, saying that most were clouds, and I estimated it to be about 5 million cubic metres. It’s alive.
Blue Brewan then took Paul to the river. He pointed to a pile of mountain wood, saying that most of it was also a cloud, a floating log that fell from the upper part of the year when it was pouring water, and was picked up by the villagers as firewood or sold cheaply. If the wood is used as a pianist material, the value will increase by dozens.
Paul was passively following Blue Bean and listening to him. He’s weak like a cat with a nest of eggs and he’s sweating.
“What did your father feed me last night? I had a diarrhea in my stomach. I must have eaten it. Paul can’t help but say:
“Honeywater is a cure for alcohol. “Lang Bing says:
“What drugs are produced? I want to complain about it!” Paul says.
“It was my father who picked his own honey in the mountains. I’m sorry.
“In other words, no fungus or disinfection? I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, Paul,” he said, “I was anxious to wake you up and ignore hygiene.” In addition, rural health care and sanitation conditions are poor. If you get sick, you have to go to the hospital. Thirsty, usually with raw water. Paul says, “I’ve experienced it. I’m sorry.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
Paul looked at the watch, “Wasn’t it time we left? I’m sorry.
“The place of the factory is not yet seen. I’m sorry.
And Paul said, “Look, say how many acres you have. I’m sorry.
“My family has five acres, all of which can be used to build a factory. I’m sorry.
Paul said, “Five acres is not enough, not enough!” I’m sorry.
“I can negotiate with other farmers or replace them. I’m sorry.
“Let’s get in the car. Let’s talk on the way. Paul says.
Blue Brewan and Paul got in the rented car. The driver was the owner of the car, who, for the first time, pulled foreigners and persons who had been in a foreign country and headed towards Nanning.
On the way, the blue scenery only heard the words of foreigners and the son of Blue Boon-Wan, Blue Pei-Wing, which meant that he did not understand, but could sense from the tone and tone of their theory or argument. Until the airport, the results were not contested.
Paul and Lamberwant get off. Blue Breath sent Paul to board.
In the terminal, Paul said to Rambowan: “I now tell you my decision. I’m sorry.
Blue Blanche’s calm ground against Paul, like knowing the results in advance.
“Sorry, this project, we don’t work with you. Paul says. The main reason for this was that it took four hours for the car to get to Nanning in the first place. Secondly, the quality of workers is not good. If a plant is to be built in the last hill, a large number of local farmers will be required to become workers. I’ve had very few farmers this time, just your father and the driver who keeps smoking. But in the case of your father, you said he was the best carpenter in the village, the best man. But the wine and honey he gave me have serious problems, and the lack of authoritative, professional sectoral tests and quarantine to drink and provide for human consumption is a serious violation of the rules and laws. No. ”
Blue Bing raised his hand, pushed it forward, and stopped Paul from talking like a traffic cop.
“Bye. I’m sorry.
“Bye. I’m sorry.
Two classmates of different races and nationalities shook hands calmly and rationally and broke up.
Blue Breung returned to the car and sat in the co-pilot seat. And the owner of the car looked after him as he was depressed, and said: “O Blah, my car has drawn many gamblers, but never of your age.” You must be gambling with that gringo. Looks like you lost. I’m sorry.
“Drive. “Lang Bing says:
The blue scenery didn’t start the car and said, “Bing, let me talk to you about something, okay? I’m sorry.
“You say. I’m sorry.
The blue scenery says, “My son, Bluewood, you may have seen or may not remember.” He’s in your old group, the head of the office. And Vanu in our village, where he runs security. It’s hard to come to Nanning. I want to go into town and see my son. I’m sorry.
“Go ahead. “Lang Bing says: He opened the door and got off.
The blue scenery was all over the place and said, “I mean, let’s go together. I thought you were visiting your foster parents. I’m sorry.
“Did my dad pay for the car? I’m sorry.
“3 thousand, half paid. “The blue view says.
“Well, it’s you who broke the contract and you don’t have to pay the other half. “Lang Bing says: He threw his hand off and got off.
“I kept my promise.” Can I keep my promise? I’m sorry.
So the way back.
Night, the car goes back to the top. The car’s lantern was lit into a dark village, like a sword in the chest.
“Your son’s name is Bluewood.” I’m sorry.
The blue view says, “Yes. I’m sorry.
“He’s now head of the Horse to Success Office? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“For what? The blue view says, “My son and Blue Brethren are brothers who saved his life. And me. I saved Rambowan’s life, or he’ll die. I’m sorry.
“Please don’t call someone else wrong. The man you said was Luo-Lange. Luo-Lange is a noble life. He pointed to himself and said, “I am Blue Brethren, I am Blue Brethren! Understand?”
Blue view, then a brake. He looked at the blues in the car, roaring, like a raging bear in a cage. He pushed the door out of the car and closed it. He said to the bear-like blue bong:
“You’re only supposed to be Blue Breath! I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
