Green mountains and rivers, small bridges, boundless rice fields, three children are playing around the straw chase.

Maoli looks at the fat little fat as a ball behind him. He is very happy. Fortunately, xiaopang is the ghost this time. He can't catch himself with his physique.

sure enough, xiaopang ran for a few laps and then was out of breath. He sat on the ground and looked at the two men and groaned, "no! I can't run! Xiao Wulang, you can be a ghost! "

Mao Li smiled cunningly and said, "eh! We are the generals. If you are a ghost, you must come and catch us. "

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