Before the water surface returned to a calm state, the mirror was brightened, and the wind blew, causing almost unrecognizable ripples.

The charlatan sat up from the ground, and several grass chips were rubbed on his head as if he was funny.

The excitement is hard to express. Yin Erma is really looking at the stars.

***

It was already late, and the charlatan returned to Lao Shuantou's house first. Lao Shuantou was not sleeping yet, so he was watching the TV and smoking his cigarette pipes, which was extremely comfortable.

The charlatan asked him: "What is the origin of the gossip observatory in your village?"

Lao Shuantou said, "Who knows, I've called that since I was a child."

He looked at the charlatan curiously: "Do you foreigners think it's elegant when you hear this name? The cadres in the village also said that the name is bright, but I listened to it, it's the same as the Baigopo and Nanshan Louzi."

I heard it since I was a child, and I could not tell the difference every day.

"No one knows the origin?"

"Yin Erma said that there is a cultural person named I, and that stone was left by me."
Chapter completed!