my black moonlight girlfriend

Chapter 162 Someone Remembers
She rolled her eyes at him.

He didn't take it seriously, and said happily, "I am grandma's treasure, and my daughter-in-law is my treasure, so we are both grandma's treasure!"

Xin Wan felt like she was going to spit out all the jelly she just ate...

This person is never afraid of disgusting people when he speaks!

But grandma loves to hear this!Nodding without saying a word, the eyes are laughing into slits!
"Let's go! Two hundred and five!" She couldn't bear it anymore, she complained about him, helped her grandma get up, and went to the temple, leaving him there to pay the bill. If he called her back to pay the bill again, she...she would I don't know this husband anymore!
result……

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, I have no money..."

Does she really want to strangle him?It's a magic sound!In other words, how can he seamlessly switch between various titles?From Aunt Wen to Mom, from Niuniu to Wanwan and then to daughter-in-law, there is no difficulty at all!She couldn't call him husband, and every time she wanted to call him, she would freeze for a long time, not knowing what to call him...

Going back to pay the bill with a haughty face, he still held her shoulders and smiled at the proprietress, "It's only natural for a wife to take care of the money, and I am a daughter-in-law! Money is nothing!"

Why doesn't the proprietress confuse this shameless face with oily peppers?

She felt that the combination of the honeymoon trip was a combination of old, middle and young, and she was the middle, and someone was young!She and grandma are like bringing a child out!
The awkward feeling in Xin Wan's heart disappeared instantly after stepping into the ancient temple.

Ethereal Sanskrit sounds, birds singing around the tower.

All the hustle and bustle fell silent at this moment, and even he was surprisingly quiet.

The facing wooden pagoda, covered with millennium wind and rain and vicissitudes, stands surrounded by countless birds, the light golden sunlight is swaying wantonly, and the cameras in the hands of few tourists are disturbing. Its mottled wooden door.And the flocks of birds and scum are scrambling to be the first, singing the sorrows and joys of the millennium, wind, frost, snow and rain, or stories of divorce, who is waiting?
Grandma's voice sounded slowly, "This tower is the tallest high-rise wooden structure tower building in existence. It has a history of more than 1000 years. The whole tower did not use a single nail. For more than 1000 years, it has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow. The invasion of the city, the baptism of the changing seasons, and even suffered many strong earthquakes. According to the data, there are more than a dozen earthquakes above magnitude 50. However, it still stands here and has not fallen for a thousand years. It is a masterpiece in the history of architecture. The treasure is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient working people of the Chinese nation. It makes full use of the principles of structural mechanics, the combination of mortise and tenon, and the combination of rigidity and softness. This design even exceeds the technological level of modern architecture. There are more than [-] designs of this tower. Dougong is also a unique structural form of our ancient buildings. It connects beams, squares and columns into one body. Even if there is a strong wind and strong earthquake, it is not afraid of deformation and collapse. There are also these birds, called Ma Yan, who feed on moths on wooden towers. , it can be said that, to a certain extent, the wooden pagoda has been defending for thousands of years!"

Grandma laughed as she said, "It's no longer possible to climb the tower now, let's go around it and look at the back."

Xin Wan had heard of this wooden pagoda many times, and it was very famous, but because of her busy schedule, she had no time to see it in person.

Approaching the wooden pagoda, caressing every inch of its texture carefully, as if you can feel the rough texture touched by your fingertips. It is a catalog of thousands of years of legends recorded in time. If you cut a piece at will, the past will flow out from the gap. With a touch of sandalwood aroma, I don't know whose life it will be, whose wind rises and clouds surge, whose loneliness and waiting?Perhaps, there is a woman in Tsing Yi brushing off the copper and green, knocking open the mottled mountain gate, perhaps, there is a white horse roaring, and a long sword splitting the growth rings, or maybe, deep in the grass and trees, the letter paper is wet with rain, and the swan geese do not return to the people in the pass...

The vast history, the long river of thousands of years, those life and death that are smaller than dust will not be remembered by anyone.

However, someone once remembered.

　No one has answered the question in the last chapter... Eh, is it too difficult?Then let me mention another simple one, the tower in the article, which tower do you think it is?Choose three correct answers and send a set of autographed books.The first answer must be correct, and the second and third ones are based on sight. I won’t say which floor is the first floor, lest the smart baby go to the floor, hehe~~~~ The questions in the previous chapter are still valid, If you think of it, you can continue to answer, it will be valid until the update tomorrow morning~~
　　
　
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