si-mexico Chapter 1146 Li Jiayan 9
Chapter 1146 Li Jiayan 9
Zhang Qilin's life has changed a lot, and he now has someone to command him.
"Mute, go pick the corn."
"Mute, go get two potatoes and make some hot and sour potato shreds."
"Dumb, go catch the rabbit."
"Mute, go get some water."
"Dumb, get some long beans..."
As for Zhang Qilin, he went there happily and didn't seem unhappy at all about being ordered around.
The blind man hits wherever he points.
Li Jiayan: . . .
It’s great to be a brother, I don’t have to be ordered around.
"Brother, please set up a Mongolian tent for me in the open space. I want to live there."
"okay."
Of course, life changes very quickly.
If the blind man liked it, he would give him the tattoo.
And get those prayer flags, ribbons, and so on. Blind people like bright colors.
They also have to build an Aobao, which is a pile of stones. They like to circle around the Aobao and pray for the gods' blessings.
Turn clockwise three times and make a wish.
Then prayer flags and flagpoles are hung on it.
You can pray, convey blessings and wishes, and express your heart.
It is also found in Tibetan Buddhist temples and at the Nadam Festival in Mongolia.
Now the open space has its own color.
When Zhang Qilin saw it, he pulled the blind man over to see.
One is a galloping horse, the other is an eagle on the snowy mountain, and they both like to look at prayer flags.
Every time the wind blows the prayer flags, it is a recitation of scriptures. Every time they move with the wind, they are conveying their wishes to heaven and asking for protection.
Blue represents the blue sky.
White represents auspicious clouds.
Red represents fire.
Green represents rivers.
Yellow represents land.
The scriptures engraved on the prayer flags are different. You can pray for good health or a good harvest.
The wind from the northeast is particularly beautiful.
Even the mentally ill Li Jiayan felt like he was bathing in nature when he saw the prayer flags fluttering. He was a child of nature.
The blind man was making a wish, he hoped that days like this would last forever.
Zhang Qilin could feel the rare, almost pious tranquility in him.
The colorful strips of cloth rustled like countless butterflies flapping their wings, ready to fly, or like the silent whispers of gods.
The sunlight filtered through the cloth, splashing colorful colors on the blind man and Li Jiayan, and also falling into his own palm.
He didn't need to pray for eternity, because as long as the blind man was still directing him, as long as the colorful wind was still blowing, this moment would be like eternity.
Zhang Jiuri fell like a blood gourd on the Zhang family land. When he returned home, he almost died at home.
In a trance, he saw the prayer flags and wondered what they were for.
The Zhang family was attacked.
Who is so reckless as to scribble and make random changes?
"Dumb, do you know this person?"
The blind man stabbed people with a wooden stick.
Zhang Qilin shook his head: "I can't see the face clearly, but the hand belongs to the Zhang family."
Li Jiayan: He and the blind man came in smoothly.
"You did it."
Zhang Qilin nodded: "Safe."
For their safety, it would be fine if he was alone, but the blind man is also here.
So every day he would add mechanisms from time to time and then patrol.
When I come back and have nothing to do, I just bask in the sun on a lounge chair like a blind man, or watch the snow by the window or the moon on the roof.
Now that there is one more person, he doesn't want to be disturbed.
Li Jiayan is the elder brother-in-law, so it’s different.
He lives in another yard, which doesn't affect him and the blind man.
This person will be left to my brother-in-law to play with.
If they were members of the Zhang family, they would usually leave after explaining the situation clearly.
When Hei Xia Zi wanted to help someone, Zhang Qilin picked him up very gently and put him in his brother-in-law's guest room.
Li Jiayan: . . . .
Zhang Jiuri: . . . . .
Chief, you can't do this to me.
Unfortunately, he fainted.
In this way, Zhang Jiuri, who had been cleaned, was recognized by Zhang Qilin as a member of the Zhang family.
There's nothing wrong with tattoos either.
There is no human skin mask, it is not a fake.
"real."
Black Bear: ...
Does it matter whether it is true or not? How come he doesn’t know that the mute is so possessive?
When they first started being close, someone was trying to avoid them as much as possible.
Now, haha.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
He doesn't remember.
Li Jiayan could only do it himself. Tsk tsk, the Zhang family's mechanism was well-deserved of its reputation. If he didn't have some skills, he would be dead in there.
He is really a ruthless person who doesn't even let his own people go.
The blind black fox is poking the mute.
Zhang Qilin looked up at the sky.
It seems to have nothing to do with him.
When Zhang Jiuri woke up half an hour later, he saw three people on the kang.
They were wearing Tibetan robes and pointed at him, which was very rude.
There is one patriarch whom he has been thinking about the most.
"Chief, you've gained weight."
To be honest, Hei Xia Zi leaned on his brother and laughed so hard that he was shaking, and he pointed at the mute and made circles up and down.
Zhang Qilin's face turned black.
"nonsense."
He is not fat. The blind man said yesterday that he liked his round look.
He is not fat at all, he is just a little rounder.
The air pressure around Zhang Qilin dropped even lower.
The peaceful days in Northeast China are the result of the various ways of feeding the black bears and... well, a certain kind of satisfaction.
Being pointed out so bluntly by one of his own people, the clan leader's subtle idol image, which he himself was not fully aware of, was a little bit off.
Besides, all three of them have achieved success, so why only criticize him?
He is not fat.
Zhang Jiuri also knew that he had said the wrong thing and subconsciously shrank his neck, realizing belatedly that he might have stirred up a hornet's nest.
He is not familiar with the other two at all, he doesn't even know them, so what is he saying about them?
He is not sick.
He has no inclination to lecture others.
He only knew the patriarch.
"Clan leader..." Zhang Jiuri swallowed hard and tried to make amends.
"What I mean is, you look better! More energetic! You look particularly, uh, well-off! You're blessed!"
This explanation is better left unsaid.
Hei Xia Zi laughed out loud again, this time genuinely amused by Zhang Jiuri's clumsy tongue.
He reached out, pinched Zhang Qilin's tense arm familiarly, and coaxed him in a low voice.
"Did you hear that, dumb? People are praising you for being blessed. Being blessed is good, and I like it."
These words visibly softened Zhang Qilin's tense jawline a little, although his expression was still grim.
Zhang Jiuri took advantage of the situation and began to talk about his experiences and expectations.
By the way, change the subject.
Basically, the little scorpion is looking for its mother.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
"Blind, I have nothing to do with him."
Of course Hei Xia Zi knew that they had nothing to do with each other, he just liked to tease the mute.
"It doesn't matter. Why don't you follow others? You're attracting bees and butterflies, you male Yanghua."
Zhang Jiuri: . . . .
who is this.
"Clan leader, he is not a member of the Zhang family."
The Zhang family member doesn't even have a pubic hairline, is fatter than the clan leader, and even dares to poke the clan leader's head with his fingers.
This is not okay.
However, the patriarch simply took the blind man's hand to comfort him, and even a fool would know that they had a problem.
"Chief, you married someone from another tribe."
Zhang Jiuri hesitated for a moment and then accepted it.
"Chief, let's change the clan rules. Since no one objects, it doesn't count as a violation of the clan rules."
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
Black Bear: ...
Li Jiayan: . . .
He understood that these were cattle and horses.
He would also find reasons to make up for Zhang Qilin's work.
In that case, it's not impossible to stay.