"Has it been several years since I saw Benshan?"
In front of the TV, Song San, who was peeling peanuts, suddenly asked such a question, and Song Da, who was watching a sketch program on TV and peeling oranges, couldn't laugh at all, so he yawned and said: "Is it several years?"
The two were in the assigned room, watching a program called the Spring Festival Gala... Although Mr. Blind told them not to run around, at least they didn't receive any unfair treatment in terms of supplies.
But the point is that this is equivalent to a life of being grounded. They seem to have nothing to do except eat, watch TV and play with mobile phones.
The two brothers finally realized one thing, that is, the blind man named the two brothers this time, it is very likely that it is really just for the convenience of carrying more bags on the road.
In Crouching Dragon Villa, the two of them are probably just one level higher than the waiters here. Residents here, it seems that any one of them has the strength to crush the two of them to death.
The outside world is too dangerous, so it's safer inside the room... After this idea was born, Song Da and Song San began to live without going out.
On the bed, Song San turned sideways, scratched his buttocks and suddenly said, "By the way, Ah Da, should we go out for a stroll?"
"Where are you going?" Song Da squinted his eyes.
The range of activities of the two of them is only inside the villa where they are temporarily staying, and even inside the villa, the scope is quite limited.
Song San rolled his eyes at this moment, and said, "Would you like to go to a cave to see?"
"Dongfu?" Song Da was startled.
About this cave, the two brothers have inquired something from a few Taoists who are good at talking... It is said that it was developed not long ago, and then a shocking opportunity was obtained by someone and so on.
"That's right, if we don't experience things of that level, won't we be in vain?" Song San said seriously.
Song Da shook his head: "They have been developing it for so long, if we go to see it now, what else... do you think it is? There are still amazing treasures left for you to pick up. Wake up, you are not the protagonist's life. Besides, there are no guards outside the cave? How can we get in with the two of us?"
"So we will continue to watch the Spring Festival Gala here?" Song San continued to peel peanuts and looked at the TV screen.
Song Da also continued to peel the oranges, while also looking at the TV screen.
The skits without Benshan on the screen are still being staged. I always feel that I can’t find the feeling of the old Chinese New Year, right
After a while, Song Dacai suddenly said: "Damn! You are dead!"
"Just go!" Song San slapped his thigh and sat up.
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In another room not far away, Taoist Baijie came to Mr. Blind’s residence to visit again after dinner. Of course, Taoist Baijie did not come empty-handed, but brought a lot of things that Mr. Blind needed for divination. .
Removing the old and ushering in the new, the moment when an end and a beginning are intertwined, there will always be some subtle changes in the world. Just like the moment when the computer is turned off and restarted, there will always be a momentary gap in which people can do something.
For example, think of things that would get better at spying on Fate.
Mr. Blind has already fasted and bathed, and is currently sitting in the quiet room. All around him are the strange objects provided by the Taoists of Hundred Tribulations, which can provide all kinds of protection and inspiration... In such a short period of time, there are probably no one in the entire Taoist world who can make up enough of these rare objects. Not much more expensive.
Taoist Taoist Evergreen Tree Hundred Tribulations is naturally one of them.
"The two little guys you brought seem to be a little bit overwhelmed, hehehe." Taoist Baijie half-opened his eyes.
Mr. Blind said calmly at this time: "These two people are very interesting. One of them is three brothers, and the other one stayed abroad and didn't come this time. But the fate of the three of them is a bit special, so let them go."
Taoist Baijie nodded and didn't say much. Although the man in front of him made a huge mistake back then, the root cause of this mistake was only to better develop the current Dao world, but the method was a bit extreme.
If it weren't for Mr. Qingxia Ziyan's original intentions, after the catastrophe that year, the Taoist of Hundred Tribulations would not have taken action. In the name of the head of the Taoist Association and the head teacher of Kunlun, he tried to protect... so that he was able to get a 'far go' for this result.
Seeing that Mr. Blind had sat up in meditation, preparing for the fortune-telling in a few hours, Taoist Baijie simply entered into a state of meditation at this time.
Originally, there was one other thing he planned to ask Mr. Blind to help with the fortune-telling, and that was the fact that members of the Daoyao Shuanghui continued to disappear in recent days.
Many people think that this matter is the result of the birth of the emperor's decree, because before the statement jointly issued by Xuanyuan Palace and the Administration Bureau, the two sides were in a state of constant friction in secret, and in less than half a month, it was concluded. A lot of grudges...
But the matter of the seventy-first generation of Tianxin, which Mr. Blind is currently divination, is related to the dragon veins of Shenzhou...
The 71st generation of Tianxin seems to be repeating what Mr. Blind did many years ago. For the Chinese Taoist world, it is uncertain whether it is a great opportunity or a catastrophe. Compared with the disappearance of members, it is naturally much more important .
On balance, at this critical moment, Taoist Baijie chose not to distract Mr. Blind.
eventful autumn...
The Hundred Tribulations Taoist gradually entered the realm of forgetting both things and me.
The sycamore tree outside the house was rustling by the wind.
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In fact, Mr. Song is also good at cooking. This skill was actually learned from a few items that he brought in with his fourth uncle, the cook at home.
Perhaps it was because the place where he was staying was the ancestral house of the Song family, and perhaps it was because there was an extra member of the family this year, Luo Qiu. From the beginning of the preparations, Master Song's spirit seemed a little excited, so much so that his face was flushed when the banquet began.
Song Haoran walked out of the room early, but he always looked absent-minded.
As for the fact that Song Ying and Zhang Qingrui drove back after seven o'clock in the evening, it was Zhang Qingrui who drove, which was a bit strange.
Especially the bodyguards of the Song family... Ms. Ying, who has always liked to drive, actually obediently served as a passenger once today, which is really puzzling.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Luo Qiu looked at Song Ying curiously.
When she was sitting, her body always moved a few times unnaturally.
But after Luo Qiu asked this question, all he got was Song Ying's blank eyes... Luo Qiu, who always felt as if he was shot without doing anything, just blinked his eyes and didn't say anything.
Even though Song Haoran was distracted from time to time while holding the wine glass at the banquet, and even though Song Ying seemed a little restless, Master Song's interest did not diminish at all.
He told Uncle Wu not to obey the rules today, and to sit down and have a few drinks together.
Executing drinking orders, talking about anecdotes and past events, discussing and discussing the gala is no longer the past, and special festivals seem to be just a daily routine...
But in special festivals, if it can also be done at home, it is probably the most cherished thing, right
Thousands of words, nothing can compare to what Song Tianyou, the head of the family, said to everyone: dinner is served.
It's just that the young lady of the Zhang family seemed to be a bit overwhelmed, probably because she was missing her grandmother at home.
The old man was overwhelmed with alcohol after dinner, so he went back to his room to rest early under the service of Uncle Wu.
Zhang Qingrui also left early, presumably to use her room to call her grandmother in the distance.
In the dining room, only three young people from the two generations of the Song family remained. Because of the joy of her father during the dinner, she also drank a lot. Song Ying's face was a little blush, she looked quite bright, and her eyes were a little hazy.
A woman with a slight alcohol smell seems to be able to exude some charming breath and heat.
"I'll leave first." Song Haoran suddenly seemed to remember something at this moment, and after leaving such a sentence, he hurriedly ran to his room.
Song Ying held her chin, and suddenly said: "Song Haoran always feels a little different."
Luo Qiu, who was packing up the bowls and chopsticks, stopped (originally Uncle Wu said he would let the bodyguards do it when he came back), "It's different?"
"Story, story!" Song Ying's eyes were half closed, "Don't you think he doesn't talk much tonight?"
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "It's not bad to look serious."
"I'm actually speechless?" Song Ying was taken aback.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Song Ying stood up suddenly, and grabbed Luo Qiu's wrist, "Don't clean up, accompany me outside to enjoy the breeze, I drank too much, it's too uncomfortable."
Luo Qiu stopped his hands, and suggested: "Just after drinking, blowing the cold wind will easily catch a cold. At this time, you need hot tea and rest. Why don't you go back to your room. I'll bring you some hot tea later."
Song Ying said impatiently at this moment: "Cleaning up the dishes and serving tea and water, Uncle Fifth's work has been done by you! Are you my servant? Where are you talking so much nonsense!"
"Alright then." Luo Qiu looked at the time, then nodded and said, "I'll be right there... I have to wash my hands, right?"
Cleaning up the dishes will inevitably get dirty.
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But Song Ying soon regretted the decision to come out to blow the air, because...it's so fucking cold!
The heat emitted by the alcohol was quickly taken away by the cold wind. Song Ying sat on the steps of the gazebo outside the yard, rubbed her hands, took a deep breath and couldn't help shivering, and hugged her tightly. own body.
She muttered: "Dead head, if you haven't come for so long, you're going to freeze me to death..."
"That's why I suggest you go back to your room."
Song Ying raised her head, only to see that Luo Qiu had a coat hanging on his arm, and came over with a bottle in hand. Wow, the coat was obviously brought for him and delivered to him.
The body is very honest... Song Ying put it on without saying a word.
"What's this?"
Seeing Luo Qiu also sat down beside her, Song Ying looked curiously at the bottle Luo Qiu brought.
After unscrewing the cap of the bottle, some carrot-red viscous liquid poured out from it. Luo Qiu handed it to Song Ying, smiled and said: "Tomato juice, I found it in the kitchen, and I squeezed some of it." , to hangover."
Song Ying looked at the unknown object with some hesitation. After hesitating for a moment, she still held the bottle cap and took a sip, "...It's so bad! Why is tomato juice salty?"
"Maybe it's because of the addition of some salt, but this way the effect will be better." Luo Qiu explained.
"What the hell recipe..." Song Ying frowned, but she still drank it one mouthful at a time... She looked like a child who was forced to drink bitter medicine by her parents.
After all the difficulties, it finally looked like I had finished drinking.
After that, Song Ying wrapped her coat around her body and looked up at the starry sky... It's not as good as Xia Tian and it's not as good as before, there are very few stars.
Song Ying suddenly said: ""Farewell"...can I play it again?"
Luo Qiu showed a surprised look.
Song Ying turned her head, looked at Luo Qiu, and said without blinking her eyes: "Didn't you play it when you fell off the cliff last time? I heard from Zhang Qingrui that this song is called "Farewell."
"Zhang Qingrui... It seems that your relationship is really good." Luo Qiu smiled, "But this song is a bit sad. Is it suitable for this kind of festival?"
"Just blow it up if you want, where are there so many things!" Song Ying suddenly widened her eyes.
"Okay." Luo Qiu nodded.
It's just that this time he didn't go looking for Ye Zi, but directly put his hands together, and then put them on the position of his lips.
Hand Xun.
The fingers began to move slowly, and the air flow passed through the gap between the palm and the fingers to form a sound, just like the sound flowing through a valley, it seemed ethereal.
"farewell"
Song Ying always felt that Luo Qiu could often do some unbelievable things, and came along easily.
why.
What an incredible guy.
There are still not many stars, but occasionally I see a particularly shining one, but it is easy to look at it as if I am lost. The tune that was played was like the wind in the valley, listening to it, time seemed to have slowed down.
Even, I hope that time can stop moving.
Song Ying gradually closed her eyes, leaned her head against the pillar of the gazebo, and fell asleep without knowing it.
And the tune played by the hand xun also gradually dissipated.
Uncle Wu, who had just covered Master Song with a quilt, heard the sound, stopped his hands, and looked in the direction of the sound... I don't know where the song came from, but it was very comfortable.
Zhang Qingrui in the room was still whispering to Zhang Li Lanfang in the distance. When the song was delivered, she was thoughtful, but soon continued to talk with her grandmother, and the lights seemed to be dimming.
Song Haoran in the wing room was holding an ancient book in the room, looking at it and walking around, as if he was thinking about something... But at this moment, he also stopped, walked to the window suddenly, and looked up at the night sky.
He didn't look at the stars, but only looked at Yue'er, and then smiled, as if he had some new insights, he quickly turned a new page.
This year is almost over.
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Ten p.m.
The big pendulum clock in the lobby of the club rang a clanging sound.
After Luo Qiu came back and sent Song Ying back to her room, the affairs at the Song family's ancestral house had come to an end.
What surprised Luo Qiu was that he had just returned, and he didn't see You Ye, but ran into a somewhat unexpected guest, Nero.
In many cases, Luo Qiu actually felt that Nero was a very big-hearted person.
For example, at this moment, Nero appeared in front of Luo Qiu in a slightly awkward manner.
It seemed that he had just taken a shower, and Nero came out while wiping his hair with a towel, "By the way, beautiful young lady, can you lend me a set of clothes to wear first... Oh~ Boss, Good evening."
Luo Qiu opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.
Nero didn't wear any clothes... She even fiddled with it a bit, and said with a smile: "The boss is interested in looking at my body? Can you sell it for a good price?"
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ps1: This is from yesterday, there is still at ten o'clock.
ps2: Well, I am the hard-working Shiraishi now (clenching fist)