"Has it been a few years since you last saw me?"
Song San, who was peeling peanuts in front of the TV, suddenly asked. Song Da, who was also peeling oranges while watching a skit on the TV, couldn't laugh at all. He yawned and said, "It has been a few years, right?"
The two of them were in the room arranged for them, watching a program called the Spring Festival Gala … Although Mister Blind had told them not to run around, at the very least, the two of them did not receive any unfair treatment.
But the point was, this was equivalent to being grounded. Other than eating, watching TV, and playing with their phones, they didn't seem to have anything to do.
The two brothers finally realized one thing. The blind man had probably chosen the two of them so that they could carry the bags along the way. It would be more convenient for them to move around.
In Crouching Dragon Villa, the two of them were probably only one level higher than the waiters here — any of the guests here seemed to have the power to kill the two of them.
The outside world was too dangerous, so it was safer to stay in the room … After this idea was born, Song Da and Song San started to live a life of not going out.
On the bed, Song San turned his body, scratched his butt, and suddenly said, "Ah Da, should we go out for a walk?"
"Go where?" Song Da looked at him from the corner of his eyes.
The two of them only moved around in the villa where they were temporarily staying, and even inside the villa, the range was quite limited.
Song San's eyes turned, and he said, "Should we go to that cave to take a look?"
"Cave?" Song Da was startled.
About this cave, the two of them had heard about it from a few talkative Daoists … It was said that it was developed not long ago, and later on, a shocking opportunity was obtained by someone, and so on.
"Yeah, if we don't go and take a look at something of that level, wouldn't it be a waste for us to come here?" Song San said seriously.
Song Da shook his head, "It has been developed for so long, if we go and take a look now, what else can there be … Do you think this is a novel? There are also shocking treasures left behind for you to pick up. Wake up, you are not the main character. Besides, didn't they have guards outside the cave residence? How can the two of us go in? "
"So we'll continue watching the Spring Festival Gala here?" Song San continued to peel peanuts as he looked at the television screen.
Song Da continued peeling oranges as he watched the television screen.
Without Benshan's skit on the screen, it still felt like it couldn't find the feeling of the past New Year, right?
After a long while, Song Dacai suddenly said, "Damn it! He died with his balls facing the sky! "
"Fine, I'll go!" Song San slapped his thigh and sat up.
…
In another room not far away, Hundred Tribulation Taoist came to visit Mr. Blind again after dinner — of course, he didn't come empty-handed, but with many things that Mr. Blind needed for his divination.
Getting rid of the old and ushering in the new. At the moment when an end and a beginning intersected, there would always be some subtle changes in the world. It was just like when a computer was turned off and restarted, there would always be a moment when people could do something.
For example, he thought of something that would make it easier for him to pry into — fate.
Mr. Blind had already fasted and taken a bath. At this moment, he was sitting quietly in the quiet room. Around him were strange items that the Hundred Tribulations Daoist had provided, which could provide all kinds of protection and inspiration power … In such a short time, there were probably not many people in the entire Dao World who could gather these rare items.
The evergreen Hundred Tribulation Taoist was naturally one of them.
"The two little fellows you brought seem to be unable to hold it in, hahaha." Hundred Tribulation Taoist half-opened his eyes.
Mr. Blind said indifferently, "These two are quite interesting. One of them has three brothers, and the other one stayed abroad and didn't come this time. However, their fates are somewhat special, so let them be. "
Hundred Tribulation Taoist nodded and didn't say anything more. Although the man in front of him had once made a terrible mistake, the root cause of this mistake was to better develop the current Dao World. It was just that his method was somewhat extreme.
If not for Qing Xiazi and Mr. Blind's original intention, Hundred Tribulation Taoist wouldn't have taken action after the catastrophe and protected him in the name of the Dao Association's President and the Kunlun Sect Master … so that he could 'go far away' from the public's crusade.
Seeing that Mr. Blind had already started meditating and was preparing for the divination several hours later, Hundred Tribulation Taoist also entered a meditative state.
Originally, he had intended to ask Mr. Blind to do a divination for his sect — that was, recently, members of the Dao and Demon Association kept disappearing.
Many people believed that this matter was the result of the ferment caused by the appearance of the Emperor's edict. This was because before the joint announcement by the Xuanyuan Palace and the Administration, both sides had been in a state of constant friction in the dark. In less than half a month, they had formed a lot of hatred …
However, the matter of the 71 generations of Heaven's Heart that Mr. Blind was asking for was related to the Dragon Vein of Chellona …
It seemed that the 71 generations of Heaven's Heart would repeat what Mr. Blind did many years ago. For the Taoist World of Chellona, it was hard to say whether it was a great opportunity or a great calamity. Naturally, it was much more important than the disappearance of members.
After weighing the pros and cons, Hundred Tribulation Taoist still chose not to distract Mr. Blind at this critical moment.
What an eventful period …
Hundred Tribulation Taoist gradually entered the state of forgetting everything around him.
At this time, the parasol tree outside the house was rustling in the wind.
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…
Actually, Master Song was also good at cooking. In fact, he learned this skill from his Fourth Uncle, who was the cook at home.
Perhaps it was because this place was the ancestral home of the Song Family, or perhaps it was because Luoqiu was one more member of the family this year, Master Song seemed to be a little excited since the beginning of the preparation, so much so that his face was flushed when the banquet started.
Song Haoran walked out of the room early, but he seemed to be absent-minded.
As for Song Ying and Zhang Qingrui, they drove back at 7 pm — It was strange that Zhang Qingrui was the driver.
Especially the bodyguards of the Song Family … Miss Ying, who always liked to drive, was actually a passenger today, which was really puzzling.
"Are you not feeling well?" Luoqiu glanced at Song Ying curiously at this time.
When she sat down, her body always moved unnaturally.
However, Luoqiu only got a supercilious look from Song Ying after hearing this question … Luoqiu just blinked his eyes and didn't say anything.
Although Song Haoran was a little absent-minded from time to time, and Song Ying seemed to be a little restless, Master Song's interest didn't decrease at all.
He asked his Fifth Uncle not to follow the rules today, but to sit down and have a few drinks with them.
They played the drinking game, talked about the interesting news and the past, and talked about the New Year's Eve party. It seemed to be just a family affair on a special festival …
But on a special festival, it was probably the most precious thing to be able to have a family affair, right?
No words could compare to the words that Song Tianyou, as the head of the family, said to everyone, "It's time for dinner."
However, Miss Zhang seemed to be a little tired, probably because she missed her grandmother at home.
Song Ying's father couldn't hold his liquor after dinner, so he went back to his room to rest early with the help of his Fifth Uncle.
Zhang Qingrui also left early, probably going back to her room to call her grandmother or something.
Only the three young people of the Song Family of two generations were left in the dining room. Song Ying drank a lot because of her father's happiness, so her face was a little red, which made her look quite bright, and her eyes were a little hazy.
A woman with a little bit of alcohol seemed to be able to emit a charming aura and heat.
"I'll leave first." Song Haoran suddenly seemed to remember something at this time. After leaving this sentence, he hurriedly ran to his room.
Song Ying rested her chin on her hand and suddenly said, "Song Haoran, I always feel that there's something different about him."
Luoqiu, who was cleaning up the dishes, stopped (Originally, Fifth Uncle said that he would let the bodyguards do it when he came back), "Different?"
"Stories, stories!" Song Ying's eyes were half closed, "Don't you feel that he's very quiet tonight?"
Luoqiu smiled and said, "It's not bad to be serious."
"I have nothing to say to that?" Song Ying was stunned.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Song Ying suddenly stood up and grabbed Luoqiu's wrist, "Don't clean up, accompany me outside to enjoy the wind. I drank a little too much, and it's too uncomfortable."
Luoqiu stopped and suggested, "It's easy to catch a cold in the cold wind after drinking. At this time, you need hot tea and rest. Why don't you go back to your room? I'll send some hot tea to you later. "
At this time, Song Ying said impatiently, "You have to clean up the dishes and serve tea. Fifth Uncle's work has all been done by you! Are you a servant in my house? Why are you talking so much nonsense! "
"Okay." Luoqiu looked at the time and then nodded, "I'll be right there … I have to wash my hands, right?"
It was inevitable to dirty the dishes when cleaning up.
…
But Song Ying soon regretted her decision to come out to enjoy the wind, because … it was really f * cking cold!
The heat emitted by the alcohol was quickly taken away by the cold wind. Song Ying sat on the steps of the pavilion outside the yard, rubbing her hands. After exhaling, she couldn't help shivering and hugging her body.
She muttered, "Damn head, it's been so long. I'm freezing to death …"
"That's why I suggest you go back to your room."
Song Ying looked up and saw Luoqiu with a coat hanging on his arm and a bottle coming over. Wow, the coat was obviously brought for her and was delivered to her.
Her body was very obedient … Song Ying put it on without saying anything.
"What's this?"
Seeing Luoqiu sitting next to her, Song Ying looked curiously at the bottle brought by Luoqiu.
After unscrewing the cap of the bottle, Luo Qiu poured out some sticky carrot-red liquid. Luo Qiu handed it to Song Ying and said with a smile, "Tomato juice, found in the kitchen. I squeezed some, it's good for hangover."
Song Ying looked at the unknown object with some hesitation. After hesitating for a while, she held the cap and drank it in small mouthfuls, "… It's disgusting! Why is tomato juice salty? "
"Maybe it's because of the salt, but the effect will be better this way." Luoqiu explained.
"What kind of damn prescription is this …" Song Ying frowned. Even so, she still drank it mouthfuls … She looked like a child who was forced to drink bitter medicine by her parents.
After going through so much trouble, it finally looked like it was finished.
After that, Song Ying wrapped herself in the coat and looked up at the starry sky … It was not as good as the summer or the past when there were few stars.
Song Ying suddenly said, "'Farewell' … Can you play it again?"
Luoqiu showed a surprised look.
Song Ying turned around and looked at Luoqiu without blinking, "Didn't you play it last time when you fell off the cliff? I heard from Zhang Qingrui that this song is called 'Farewell'. "
"Zhang Qingrui … It seems that you have a good relationship." Luoqiu smiled, "But this song is a bit sad. Is it suitable for this kind of festival?"
"Why are you boasting when I ask you to? Why do you have so much to say?" Song Ying glared at him.
"Okay." Luoqiu nodded.
But this time, he didn't look for Ye. Instead, he put his hands together and placed them on his lips.
The hand xun.
His fingers began to move slowly. The air passed through the gap between his palm and fingers and formed a sound, like the sound of flowing through the valley, which sounded ethereal.
'Farewell'.
Song Ying always felt that Luo Qiu could often do some incredible things, and it was easy for him to do so.
Why?
He was really an unimaginable guy.
There weren't many stars. Occasionally, she would see a particularly bright one, but it was easy for her to get lost. The tune was like the sound of the wind in the valley. Time seemed to slow down as they listened to it.
She even hoped that time wouldn't continue to move.
Song Ying gradually closed her eyes, leaning her head on the pillar of the pavilion. Unconsciously, she fell asleep.
And the song played by the hand xun gradually faded away.
Uncle Wu who had just covered Old Master Song with the quilt heard the sound. He stopped and looked towards the direction of the sound … He didn't know where the song came from, but it was very comfortable.
In the room, Zhang Qingrui was still whispering to Zhang Lilanfang. When the song was delivered, she was lost in thought. But soon she continued to talk with her grandmother. The light seemed to be hazy.
In the wing-room, Song Haoran was walking around with an ancient book in his hand. It seemed that he was thinking about something … But at this moment, he suddenly stopped and walked to the window, looking up at the night sky.
He didn't look at the stars, only at Yue 'er. Then, he smiled, as if he had gained some new insights, and quickly flipped to a new page.
This year was almost over.
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…
Ten o 'clock in the evening.
The pendulum clock in the lobby of the club rang.
Luoqiu came back — After sending Song Ying back to her room, the matter in the ancestral house of the Song Family had come to an end.
But to Luoqiu's surprise, he didn't see You Ye. Instead, he met a somewhat unexpected guest — Nero.
Most of the time, Luoqiu actually felt that Nero was a very careless person.
For example, at this moment, Nero appeared in front of Luoqiu in a slightly bad state.
It seemed that Nero had just taken a bath. She was lowering her head and wiping her hair with a towel, walking out, "By the way, beautiful young lady, can you lend me a set of clothes to wear … Oh, boss, good evening."
Luoqiu slightly opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Nero didn't wear any clothes … She even fiddled with it, smiling, "Boss, look at my body, are you interested in it? Can I sell it at a good price? "
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PS1: This is yesterday's, it's still available at 10 o 'clock.
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