Two men in black cloaks stroll along the ancient streets of the old city.
The bluestone under your feet has been polished for countless years. It has a layer of enamel texture under the light, and it feels slippery when you step on it.
Snowflakes were falling in the sky, seeming to be slowed down under the light.
The fireworks have dispersed, but the pungent smell of gunpowder still lingers in the air.
Occasionally, you can see a few urchins on the street, chasing and fighting back and forth, until their angry parents pull their ears and kick their butts and drive them home.
"Mr. Chen, actually you can..." He hesitated, looking at the middle-aged man next to him, feeling a little regretful.
I saw Mr. Chen slowly taking off the [Qianwu Mian] on his face to reveal his true face.
It was a face with sharp edges, an aquiline nose, and cicada eyes.
In the underworld, nourished by the aura of the underworld and blessed by the Five Lucky Pigs, Mr. Chen now looks more like a middle-aged man in his prime.
However, Mr. Chen, who looks young on the outside, has lost the vigor and vigor of his youth.
What's more is that he is generous and calm. He looked at the surrounding buildings that were older than him and said calmly:
"Before I died, I felt that I had nothing to regret.
But when I die, I feel like there is still a lot of unfinished business.
But now that I'm back, I suddenly feel that these things are unimportant again."
As he spoke, Mr. Chen looked at him: "People are like this, their desires are endless, but once a hole is filled, there will always be another one...
Being unsatisfied may not actually be a kind of happiness!"
Mr. Chen feels that he is very lucky to be able to live today.
He didn't know how long this luck would last, but it was hard-won and worth cherishing.
As for the third brother, the young master refined a spiritual pill and left it to him as a New Year's gift.
This psychic pill is a shrunken version of Ding Xiaoyi with a lot of weight reduced.
This is not because I am stingy.
But after truly experiencing the feeling of almost bursting oneself.
Especially the dosage was reduced.
Otherwise, few people would be able to withstand the original version of the psychic pill.
Not to mention the third child who is already decrepit.
But even so, Ding Xiaoyi can't guarantee that there won't be any problems.
After all, the spiritual energy that is first refined and then processed, and the concentrated spiritual energy is astonishing in both quality and quantity.
Mr. Chen was full of confidence in this.
He knew very well that what troubled his third brother was not entirely physical, but the most important thing was the psychological lock.
While the two of them were talking, they had already walked to the streets of Ma Shi Street.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at his dark house and felt a little ashamed.
I promised to take good care of the house, but it took so long to go out this time.
Take out the key and unlock the door.
As soon as the door was opened, the dark courtyard was filled with, as expected, thick snowflakes, broken leaves and branches.
Cobwebs have been hung on the corner of the wall.
Naturally, there is a thick layer of floating dust on the doors and windows.
“The house is nice!”
After Old Man Chen looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but nod and praise.
Even if the housing prices in the old city are not high, such a large courtyard-style house is still valuable.
Although it may look old, anyone who knows how to enjoy life will understand.
Such a house.
Perhaps there is no high-rise building where you can view the distant scenery.
There is no luxurious decoration either.
But there are flowers, grass, trees and yards.
Birds chirp in spring.
It's cool and cool in summer.
The rain hits the green tiles and the bells ring.
Snow sprinkles with white frost look like paintings.
This is the kind of house that people long for.
Of course, for most homebodies, the most important thing is WiFi and air conditioning.
Ding Xiaoyi stepped into the courtyard, and a storm rolled up wherever he passed. A strong suction fell, and the surrounding snow and dust were suddenly gathered into a snowball.
In an instant, all the cobwebs and dust in the corner were swept away.
The huge house suddenly took on a new look.
Mr. Chen found a pen and inkstone and some red paper in the room.
These are all things left by Grandma Zhang before.
It just so happened that Mr. Chen came in handy. In addition to his cooking skills, he also loved the poetry of the Xia people. The only thing he could use was this beautiful Wei stele.
He spent a lot of effort to find stone tablets to copy.
A joyful couplet was written and posted outside the door.
By this time, Ding Xiaoyi had already tidied up the room.
The heating lamp in the room is turned on.
Finally, this old house, which had not been seen for a long time, regained some of its popularity.
Unfortunately, it was getting too late, and it was New Year's Eve, so the shop closed early.
Otherwise, let Mr. Chen buy some vegetables and have some wine.
Sitting in the room, looking at the heavy snow outside, drinking some wine, I feel comfortable just thinking about this little day.
Now I can only lie on the sofa and watch the so-called large-scale vaudeville opera show.
Mr. Chen enjoyed it quite a bit, but after he sent a text message to Wang Jialiang asking him about Wang Qi.
All I could do was take out my phone and go online.
He was so bored that he even began to miss the carefree woman's caress.
Fortunately, this boring time did not last long.
Ding Xiaoyi was flipping through the video screen boredly when he saw the death-seeking anchor sneaking into the edge of Area 25, grabbing a big black lobster and howling wildly. Ding Xiaoyi even broke into a cold sweat because of him.
That thing is not a lobster, it is clearly a poisonous insect. I hope this guy still lives to see the sun tomorrow.
"Buzz buzz..." The phone suddenly rang.
At first glance, it was Wang Jialiang's phone number.
After Ding Xiaoyi pressed the answer button, he heard Wang Jialiang's deliberately lowered voice.
"Xiao Yi, are you back? Where are you? I'll find you!"
"You're at home. Why are you running to my house on New Year's Eve? Why don't you pay New Year's greetings to your family this morning?"
It is said that when you are thirty, you should keep Tai Sui.
Although it is a feudal superstition, there are still many Xia people who maintain this tradition.
Besides, it's already so late, what is this guy doing here?
"Don't mention it!"
Wang Jialiang's voice sounded crying on the phone.
Ding Xiaoyi was shocked. This guy was a master of killing people on the battlefield and a goddess worshiped by everyone.
Why is it that at this time, listening to the sound, I feel like I am about to collapse?
Wang Jialiang didn't want to say anything more. After confirming that he was at his old house, he hung up the phone and hurried over.
…………
It's snowing heavily.
Wang Zhao, who had just said goodbye to several comrades-in-arms, was walking alone on the empty streets.
My heart is always empty and I don't know what to do.
go home?
I think of the magnificent mansion of the Wang family, which seems to be full of singing and dancing, lively and noble.
But underneath this bustle, I couldn't feel the warmth of family affection at all.
It's not as good as the dumpling meal at Aunt Pan's house and the bottle of white wine that Uncle Pan drank.
"Are you so bored?"
The voice in my head is still chattering.
But Wang Zhao ignored its thoughts. During this period of time, he had almost adapted to the existence of this guy, but sometimes he was annoyed by it.
"Why don't we go driving? Real men want to experience passion!"
"car!"
When Wang Zhao mentioned the car, his eyes lit up, and he felt a little itchy when he thought of the scene of the Harley motorcycle circling on the water.
"Listen to me, there is a Yutong Street in front, where there are all kinds of cars."
The voice continued to seduce.
Wang Zhao was moved, but then he thought about it, it was already so late, and it was New Year's Eve, so maybe everything was closed.
"You know nothing, there is a promotion called New Year's Eve salute...".
But Wang Zhao had no intention of paying attention to it anymore and was bored.
Suddenly he saw a hover car flashing past him.
There was hardly a car on the streets during New Year's Eve.
A car suddenly appeared, which inevitably caught Wang Zhao's attention.
Take a closer look, isn't the person in the car none other than Wang Jialiang?
"Hey, what is my cousin doing here??"
Wang Zhao's heart moved, Wang Jialiang was in the limelight this time.
Protecting the soul-suppressing box and several bloody alien heads all added to his many military exploits.
Now he has been promoted to military rank.
In the future, he will also be regarded as a key training target by the trade union, and it can be said that his future is worry-free.
Normally, you should be celebrating the Chinese New Year at home at this time. Why did you run out in the middle of the night?
Thinking of this, Wang Zhao thought that there was nothing wrong with him, so he simply took a step forward and followed him.
Until the car stopped and entered the street.
Wang Zhao, who was trotting behind him, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
Looking at the door of the mansion in front of me, my mind immediately became active: "Isn't this... Ding Xiaoyi's house?"
Wang Zhao looked at the door in front of him and narrowed his eyes for a moment.
"Hey! What do you want to do??"
"What are you doing!"
Listening to the chattering voice in his mind, Wang Zhao's evil fire immediately exploded: "If I don't beat him to a black nose and face today, I will write the character "王" upside down!"
“Isn’t that still the word Wang??”
"Cut the nonsense!"
Wang Zhao came out cursing and walked toward the door of Ding Xiaoyi's house.