Chapter 33 Wu Junshi pulled the frame

When I entered the door, Brother Song was holding his hands behind his back, staring at the roof with his head up, and he didn't answer his barking, he didn't know what he was thinking. The leaders of the cottages all have this problem, Chao Tianwang loves it, and Wu Junshi also likes it, either standing on the top of the mountain, or standing by the river, looking into the distance, posing like a bird that is unfathomable. Zhu Wu said that this is called "struggling", and it is a skill that a leader must learn. But I never learn, because "struggling" is too dangerous.I remember one evening last summer, when I went to catch crickets on the highest mountain of Liangshan, Junshi Wu happened to be there, with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of the golden beach, posing like a dead bird.

I leaned over and asked him what he was looking at, and after eight times, this fellow slowly squeezed out two words: "Qian Cheng." I followed his gaze and looked into the distance. There was no future, except for a few village women who did laundry. In July, the baby's face can change as soon as it is said.The sky turned overcast all of a sudden, and dark clouds hung above the head like a washbasin. After a while, it began to rain lightly. When the mountain wind blew, it was so cold that I shivered with my arms around my shoulders. If he said it wasn't cold, he must be lying. I saw goose bumps on his arms behind his back, and his legs were trembling.

I thought to myself, you can stay here if you are not cold, I don't want to accompany you, so I just said that I will go first, this guy didn't even bother to say anything, turned his back, drew out his right hand and waved it. I hadn't gone far when I heard him composing a poem: "Those who know me say I am worried, those who don't know me say what I want..." I cursed secretly in my heart, "pretending to be struck by lightning". Before the word "begging" was finished, a flash of lightning flashed by, and then there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky. I immediately fell to the ground with my head in my hands.

After the thunderbolt, I wiped my head, but fortunately I was still there. I felt relieved and suddenly thought of the military division. I quickly got up and saw that this guy was covered in charcoal, his hair was standing straight up like a bird's nest, and he was still emitting green smoke. He turned around slowly, his face was like the bottom of a pot, with a grin and white teeth. That time he lay on the bed for a full month before he could get off the ground. Since then, he never dared to go to the top of the mountain, and he was rarely seen composing poems. Recite the four-character mantra "Amitabha".