As night fell, the children watching the jugglers and the people eating the flowing water mats all left. Everyone in the Bai family also returned to their own houses, and everything became quiet inside and outside.
However, the east and west courtyards of the outer courtyard were still brightly lit and people were coming and going.
No matter how many servants the Bai family had to hold such a large banquet, they couldn't handle it, so they hired a lot of people. In addition, there were a troupe of jugglers, scholars who recited poems and wrote poems, as well as relatives and friends who came from all over. They were all placed in the east and west wings of the home.
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There is a hall between the wings of the two courtyards for these people to rest and eat. It is dark at this time, and there are many people sitting inside.
There were men and women, old and young, some were still wearing stage costumes, there were scholars sitting upright and holding books, and there were also lords and ladies in rich clothes. The candlelight in the hall was bright, illuminating these people with obviously different identities. The scene looked like
Inexplicably weird.
"Here comes the tea -" an old man with a stooped figure walked through the crowd carrying a big teapot and asked enthusiastically, "Want some tea? Want a bowl of tea to try?"
But when they saw him coming, everyone present either waved their hands and refused, or simply ignored him.
"Old tea man." A cook with a scarf around his neck, who looked like he had just come off the stove, laughed and said, "Three generations of your ancestors only served tea to the dead. Who dares to drink your tea?"
The old tea man laughed: "Old cook, you are here too."
He stopped bringing tea around and sat down next to the old cook.
There was salted bean wine on the old cook's table, and the old tea man picked up a salted bean and threw it into his mouth: "Actually, my cooking skills are not any worse than yours."
The old cook laughed and poured wine for him: "I thought you were dead too. I was shocked when I heard the news about you a while ago."
The old tea man twitched his lips: "I am the one you are talking about when I am old and immortal. If I had a life left at that time, I would just continue to live and wait for death."
He said and glanced at the hall.
"Look now, there are almost no familiar faces left."
Those familiar ones are dead.
The old tea man picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
The old cook smiled and said: "New people come from generation to generation, so that this can be passed down."
The old tea man snorted: "Inheritance, what inheritance do you rely on? People who don't understand these? I don't trust it."
His eyes were always looking at the hall. There were not many people sitting in the hall, but there was no joking or noisy. Everyone was either with their companions or sitting alone, and they were somewhat wary of those nearby.
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There was no atmosphere in the hall like a family gathering with brothers and sisters.
"There is no way." The old cook sighed softly, "So many people have died, and everyone's familiar people and things are gone. In addition, there has been no contact with each other in the past five years, and a family of brothers can still live apart without moving around."
He said and smiled again.
"Lao Cha, you can be the leader, now you can rest assured, right?"
What did the old tea man want to say? Another person came in outside the door. In addition to the sound of footsteps, there was also the sound of wheels rolling. Although many people in the hall looked indifferent, every time someone came in, everyone would take a look. This time, they all looked at each other.
They didn't move away immediately, they all stared at the strange wheel...
It was originally a wheelchair and was pushed in, but just after it was pushed in, the old man sitting in the car shook the armrest and stood up under everyone's gaze, and then the wheels rolled forward.
Just like a car!
Seeing the old man in a wheelchair walking around like a normal person, there was a lot of noise in the hall.
"what car is this?"
"Mechanical car!"
"This is a mechanic!"
Just when everyone was talking in low voices and hesitating whether to come forward to talk, someone spoke first.
"Mr. Wei! Shopkeeper Lu!"
Mr. Wei, who was walking arrogantly and calmly, stopped and looked at the sound. Shopkeeper Lu had already recognized him.
"Meng Xia!" he shouted happily.
Everyone looked over and saw a man who was sitting alone in the corner coming over.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and having the same concern in their hearts, both parties couldn't help but reach out and hold their hands tightly.
"You are here too? It's because of her..."
"Do you have any news about her?"
As they spoke at the same time and heard the content, the expectations in both parties' eyes disappeared.
"I know something." Meng Xichang said, "Let's sit down and talk."
Shopkeeper Lu nodded, then noticed something and came back to his senses, looking at the hand he was holding.
"Is this what she did?" he asked.
Qing Pheasant has already written to Qixing and told them what he has done during these days.
"Yes." Meng Xichang said, pulling up his sleeves and showing his iron hand to them.
People around him also saw it. The man's sleeves were hanging down to cover his hands before, but they didn't pay attention. Only then did they see that it was an iron hand.
This iron hand stretched out to hold hands with Shopkeeper Lu's. It also had distinct knuckles, showing that it could move its fingers.
There were discussions all around.
“Lifelike!”
"awesome!"
“So-so!”
Of course, the person who said this was turned around and stared at by many people.
The man crossed his arms a bit arrogantly, and even raised his eyebrows when he saw others.
As for the people over there who were looking at this strange car and iron hand, some stood up curiously and asked, "Where are you from?"
Shopkeeper Lu said with a smile: "We are Xitang..."
Before he finished speaking, the word "Xitang" came out, and the surroundings suddenly became noisy.
"West Hall—"
"Is it the West Hall?"
"Xitang who rescued the ground dragon?"
In addition to the sound of talking, many people stood up, and there were also people pouring in this direction.
Shopkeeper Lu felt his eyes were dazzled when a girl jumped down from above his head.
"Xitang, is Sister Qixing's Xitang?" she shouted.
Shopkeeper Lu looked at the girl. Even such a young child knew her name.
His smile grew wider: "Yes, Qixing belongs to our West Hall..."
"The head of the family, the hall master." Wei Dongjia added.
The girl clapped her hands and looked behind them: "Is Sister Qixing here?"
There was a hint of sadness in Shopkeeper Lu's eyes, and he said with a smile on his face: "She's coming, she's behind."
The girl raised her hands and rolled on the spot: "Okay~"
Meng Xichang also smiled and signaled again, "Let's sit down and talk."
Shopkeeper Lu and Mr. Wei followed him inside, and everyone around him kept saying hello.
Another person dressed in costume stood up and said: "We from the East Hall have been wandering outside. Thank you very much for saving our underground dragon!"
After saying that, they all saluted.
Shopkeeper Lu hurriedly clasped his fists in return: "Don't dare! How can a family say thank you!"
Several other people called Meng Xichang: "Is this the person who helped you kill Shi Feng?"
Those few people were obviously lone knights, sitting alone. When Meng Xichang answered and confirmed, they all clasped their fists and saluted.
Walking slowly amidst the greetings and salutes, Mr. Wei's back was extremely straight, and his heart was proud and a bit sour. Miss Qixing earned this reputation in the West Hall, but at this moment, she was not here.
The group of people walking in outside the door were slightly surprised.
"Why is it so lively? I thought it would only get lively after we arrived." One person said, looking at the backs of the three people walking among them who were surrounded by sights and sounds, "Who are these people?"
"It's the people from the West Hall who are here." Someone at the door said enthusiastically.
It’s just a west hall, why are there so many stars holding the moon?
"Then I will introduce our financial master's son, Xiao Liu, please don't go crazy..."
Before he could finish his words, someone suddenly pushed him away from behind him.
"West Hall?"
With these words, the golden figure rushed out like the wind.
"Hello, hello, friends from the West Hall—"
The speaker looked dumbfounded as Gao Xiaoliu rushed into the excitement.
Is this West Hall really a rarity?
When Gao Xiaoliu walked up to Wei Dong's family, the three of them were already sitting down and chatting in low voices. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't bother them anymore, but Gao Xiaoliu couldn't wait.
And inexplicably, he felt that he was not an outsider, and that he had a close relationship with Miss Qixing.
"Are you guys from the west hall?" Gao Xiaoliu walked over and stood still.
When he was interrupted, all three people looked over.
Gao Xiaoliu did not wait for them to ask and introduced himself: "I am Gao Xiaoliu from the capital."
He knew that he was not famous in the world. Just as he was about to say that I know Miss Qixing, someone here already said "Oh" -
Huh? You actually know him?! Could it be that Miss Qixing mentioned him to them? Oops, Miss Qixing has already introduced him to her family, and he hasn’t brought Miss Qixing to meet his father yet. It’s really rude...
Gao Xiaoliu looked at the speaker in surprise. He was the old man sitting on the wheelbarrow.
The old man raised his long eyebrows, looked at him, and continued: "You are the dice."
dice?!
Gao Xiaoliu froze immediately, with only one thought in his mind.
This name is even more unpleasant!
Qixing will be released tomorrow. I'm really ashamed. I have no other choice but to save it and read it. Because the number of words in one chapter is really too small and it would be much better to read them together.
