It's the police

When did this happen, no one remembers it.

Where did this happen? It's out of Caozhou Police Park.

There's an old flower farmer who's been waiting for the police all day; still not enough.

What do you think of winter? He's got a way to get a piece of paper in the spring and a pen to paint the police.

Draws from the bud.

Draws one a day, until the leaves fall.

Because he's a year old, he's had a long race, he's got no social field, he's on paper.

Someone wants to buy his paintings, he doesn't sell them, saves like a baby.

And then something happened: The first day he drew a pony sprouts, the next day he grew a tree and the next day he bloomed.

The old florist has an only daughter named Ai-hwa; now he's getting married, and the old man doesn't talk about doing the dowry, he's taking care of the police on his ground and the police on his paper.

But I can't tell you what happened.

On the day of the limo, the old florist had a small combo...

locked and sealed.

He gave her the key carefully.

I don't want to take the key.

And the other thing: Maybe it's a silver ticket.

With a silver ticket, you can buy a dowry from your mother-in-law.

But she thought about the silver ticket in the box and she was still calm.

When the night was dark, the house was closed, the flower and the new son-in-law carefully moved out of the box, opened the lock, tore the seals, and opened the door gently.

It's a stack of squared paper.

And lo! it is an insatiable sight, blind, and what is a silver ticket, but a green-leafed, pink-coloured pony.

She thought, "My stupid dad, even if you're good, you can't let me eat, dress, spend money." She's so upset that she rips it off after she grabs it.

The new son-in-law can't stop pulling and his hands are razed.

Call for blood.

Love panics.

I'm not sure I'm going to do it.

Who knows if it's just a scratch; there's no blood, even the wounds.

The two of them, with their stupid eyes, took the paper and looked at it.

It was a painting of the police root; it was bright and it had no blood.

I never thought it would heal.

And the pieces of paper that are too busy to tear together are right.

But what is right is that the branches, the leaves, the blinks and the twigs that are gone.

The flower of love regrets: it's priceless, it's ruined for nothing! She ran back to her mother's house and asked Dad to paint her again.

The old florist said nothing.

Later, she and her husband used this police officer Dangan to treat people and become Chinese.

After that, we all knew that Pony Dangen was working, and Danpi was on drugs.

Li Xinlo, Wang Zhonggao