He and Xuan Min took them to the living room.
Looking at the table full of delicacies comparable to restaurants, Xue Xian finally understood what Sister Chen was doing with a kitchen knife in the early morning.
It is said that it is a birthday, but it is not a big day for the whole year. Jiang Shijing and Fang Cheng just borrowed such an excuse to gather people to eat a full family dinner.
There were no outsiders left or right, and everyone at this family banquet was wrong, but it was quite a happy meal. The first half of the journey was still a little polite, and the second half of the journey, the twin brothers went crazy first, and then they got out of hand.
A group of people, with the two brothers from the Chen family as the main force, shamelessly coaxed Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing, and then went to make trouble with Uncle Chen and Sister-in-law Chen.
"Don't be ashamed! Go eat your two meals, and if you don't stop, I'll feed you two pig food tomorrow!" Sister Chen angrily slammed the two brothers who were running around in the field back to their positions and cleaned up.
Fang Cheng poured a small glass of wine, swept away the noisy bastards, squeezed his cuff with one hand, and raised his glass to Jiang Shijing with a smile.
Jiang Shijing raised his index finger and emphasized, "Only one cup." Then he pursed his lips and smiled and held up a small celadon wine cup.
"It doesn't matter, one cup a year, I can drink another eighty cups." Fang Chengyi said seriously.
"That's all weird!" Jiang Shijing couldn't help laughing and crying.
Jiang Shining was a nerd who couldn't eat ordinary people's food, but he also smiled with crooked eyes.
Xue Xian played with the wine cup in his hand, Yuan was watching the excitement lazily, but when his eyes glanced over the exposed wrists of Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing, he stopped for a moment—
I saw another very faint trace on Fang Cheng's wrist, like a mark pressed by a rope wrapped around a circle, but it was very familiar. And Jiang Shijing also has a light mark on his wrist...
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Shining turned around inadvertently, and happened to catch Xue Xian's gaze, so he leaned over and asked.
Xue Xian pointed his chin.
Jiang Shining said, "Oh", "My brother-in-law's birthmark on the wrist has been there since birth. My sister accidentally knocked on it, but it happened that she knocked it when she saw her brother-in-law for the first time when she was a child, and she left a mark that has never been seen. It looks like a natural couple."
"Yeah." Xue Xian responded, raised his eyebrows and sipped a sip of wine, squinting his eyes and said, "Maybe it's a mark left in a previous life..."
The lonely soul, who had been wandering in the sea of corpses in the desert for a long time, finally got his wish, found the person he was looking for, and lived the most ordinary life with joy.
"Eighty is a small number, so maybe in the next life I can count again." Fang Cheng spoke again. He gently buttoned Jiang Shijing's wine cup seriously, "This is a promise, don't go back on it after a hundred years."
Said, he raised his head and drank the wine.
There are some connections in this world that are always difficult to tell why, sometimes even the end can't be found, but it can involve the stomach, penetrate the skin and the bones, from the teenage broken flowers to the white-headed old age, a hundred years without end, three lives without change.
Xue Xian swallowed the wine in his mouth, smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked, and glanced at his side casually, only to see that Xuan Min happened to withdraw his gaze from him, and took a sip of tea with the tea cup...
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In addition, when I said "quick end" yesterday, I meant that after writing all the things that should be written yesterday, it's not far from the end, not now, it's like running a marathon. There are ten kilometers to the end →_→
Allow me to look ahead.
Volume 5 No Regrets
Chapter 74 Mole Between Fingers (1)
At the southwest corner outside the city wall of Qingping County, around the dustpan mountain and facing forward, there is an ancient river that leads directly to the big river, nicknamed Wild Duck Po.
There have been rumors about this river in Qingping area since ancient times. It is always said that there is a river in the river, which can bless the farmland in this area with good weather and delicious fish and shrimp.
As time passed, it became more and more popular, and people built a river temple by the river, offering sacrifices and offerings to people from far and near for peace of mind.
But this Wild Duck Pond is a wild place after all. During the day, the He Temple is occasionally visited by people, but at night it is deserted and the lights are dark. It is a good place for haunted people.
That night, the river temple uncharacteristically lit a candle in the middle of the night, and two soybean oil fires swayed slightly at the foot of the river stone statue, illuminating the room dimly. There were two people sitting on the cushions in the temple, one was a pudgy middle-aged man, and the other was a thin and thin young man.
A young monk in a white robe of cloud and snow was beside the candle, and by the light of the candle, he flattened a piece of yellow paper on the incense table. He held up his sleeves, dipped the tip of his pen with ink, and wrote a few words on the yellow paper:
Jiang Shining
The seventh day of the eighth month of the year of Bingyin