Chapter 1002: Where is the world of Chengxian Road (28)

Chapter 1002 Where is the world of Chengxian Road (28)

Have you seen the mountain for several years?

In front of the TV, Song San, who was peeling peanuts early, suddenly asked such a question - watching the TV show on the side, and also laughing at Song Da, who was peeling the oranges, and yawning. Road: "Is it for several years?"
The two were in the room being arranged, watching the program called the Spring Festival Gala... Although Mr. Blind told him not to run around at random, at the very least, there was no unfair treatment in the supply of the two.
But the point is that this is equivalent to a life of ban, they seem to have nothing to do except eating and watching TV and watching mobile phones.
This two brothers finally realized that one thing, that is, this time, the name of the two brothers, it is very likely that it is really just for the multiple bags on the road, the action is more convenient.
In the Wolong Mountain Villa, they are probably just a higher-level character than the waiters here. The guests here seem to have the strength to pinch each other.
The outside world is too dangerous, or the room is safer... After the idea was born, Song Da and Song San began to live without going out.
On the bed, Song San side sideways, scratching his buttocks and suddenly said: "If you say Ah Da, do we want to go out for a walk?"
"Where?" Song Da looked obliquely.
The scope of their activities is the interior of the villa that is now temporarily staying, and even within the villa, the scope is quite limited.
At the time, Song San turned his eyes and said: "Which hole do you want to see?"
"Dongfu?" Song Dawei stunned.
Regarding this Dongfu, this two brothers have heard some from the mouths of several well-informed Taoists... It is said that it was developed not long ago, and later there was a cloud of such a shocking opportunity.
"Yeah, that level of things, if you don't see it, are we white?" Song San said very seriously.
Song Da shook his head: "Everyone has been developing for so long. Now, if we go to see it, there is still something to do... Do you think it is a novel? There are also treasures left to make you leak, wake up, you are not the protagonist. Life. Besides, there are no guards outside the Dongfu House. How can we get in with both of us?"
"So we will continue to watch the Spring Festival Gala here?" Song San continued to peel the peanuts and looked at the TV screen.
Song Da also continued to strip the oranges, also watching the TV screen.
There is no Xiaoshan essay on the screen, and I still can’t find the feeling of the Chinese New Year.
After a while, Song Dacai suddenly said: "Mother's! People are dead!"
"Go and go!" Song San also took a thigh and sat up.
......
In another room not far away, the hundred robbers came to visit Mr. Blind’s residence again after dinner. Of course, the hundred robbers did not come empty-handed, but brought a lot of blind husband’s needs. s things.
In addition to the old welcome, a moment of ending and a beginning of interlacing, there will always be some subtle changes between heaven and earth. Just like the moment when the computer is turned off and restarted, there will always be a moment of empty space that can make people do something.
For example, think of things that will become better to snoop - the number of lives.
Mr. Blind has been bathed in a fast, and he is sitting still in the quiet room. He is surrounded by the hundreds of robbing people, can provide a variety of instinctive and inspiring power of strange things ... in such a short period of time, you can make up these rare things, probably the entire Taoist Not too expensive.
Evergreen is a robbery, naturally one of them.
"The two little guys you brought, it seems that you can't hold it anymore, hehehe." The hundred robbers opened their eyes.
Mr. Blind said at this moment: "These two people are very interesting. They are three brothers, and one of them has stayed abroad. This time, they have not come. But the lives of the three of them are a bit special, just go with them."
The hundred robbers nodded and didn’t say much—although the man in front of him had made a big mistake in the past, but the root of this error is simply to better develop the current world, but the means are somewhat extreme. .
If the heart of Mr. Qingxia Zixiao is so, after the disaster, the hundred robbers will not take the shot, and in the name of the president of the Dao and Kunlun, he will be able to get him in the crusade of everyone. Going away from this result.
Seeing that Mr. Blair has meditatively meditated and prepared for a few hours, the hundred robbers have simply entered the state of entry.
Originally, he still had something to do with Mr. Blair's help - that is, in recent days, the demon doubles have been constantly missing members.
Many people think that this is the result of the fermenting of the emperor, because before the Xuanyuan Palace and the authorities jointly issued a statement, the two sides were in a state of friction in the dark, and in less than half a month, they were settled. A lot of hatred...
However, at present, the seventy-one generations of Tianxin, which is calculated by the blind Mr., are related to the dragons of China...
The seventy-first generation of Tianxin seems to have to reproduce the practice of Mr. Blind many years ago. This is not a big chance for the Chinese Taoist world. It is naturally more important than the disappearance of members. .
Under this trade-off, at this critical moment, the hundred robbers still chose not to distract the attention of Mr. Blind.
Autumn in trouble...
The hundred robbers gradually entered the realm of the two things I forgot.
The sycamore tree outside the house was squeaked by the wind at this time.
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In fact, Song’s master also burned a good dish. This kind of craftsmanship actually came in a few pieces that he and his family’s cooks learned.
Perhaps because the place is the Song family's ancestral home, perhaps this year's family members have a more Luo Qiu's sake, from the preparation of the Song master's spirit is somewhat excited, so that when the opening, the face is flushed.
Song Xiaoran walked out of the room early, but he was always a little absent-minded.
As for Song Ying and Zhang Yurui, they only drove back at 7 o'clock in the evening. It was actually a bit strange to drive Zhang Qirui.
Especially the bodyguards of the Song family... Miss Sakura, who has always liked to drive, actually made a passenger today and it was really puzzling.

Is not comfortable?
Luo Qiu glanced at Song Ying at this moment.
When she is sitting, her body will not move naturally.
But after Luo Qiu’s question, I got only the eyes of Song Ying... I always felt that I didn’t do anything, and Luo Qiu, who was shot in the air, just blinked and didn’t say anything.
Although Song Haoran was holding a glass of wine on the table from time to time, there was some distraction. Although Song Ying seems to be unable to sit still, Song’s interest has not decreased.
He told Wu Shu not to behave today, sit down and have a few drinks together.
Drinking wine orders, talking about anecdotes and past events, discussions and discussion evenings are no longer the past, special festivals seem to be just home...
But in a special holiday, if you can be a family member, it is probably the most treasured thing.
A thousand words, there is no such thing as Song Tianyou, who is the head of the family, said to everyone: dinner.
However, Zhang’s young lady seems to be ending a little, probably thinking of her grandmother at home.
After the old glutinous rice, I was too eager to drink. Under the service of Wushu, I went back to the room to rest early.
Zhang Yurui also said early, probably the room to call the grandmother in the distance.
There are only three young people in the dining room left in the dining room. Because of the happiness of the old lady, I also drank a lot of blushing colors on Song Ying's face. It looked quite bright and my eyes were awkward.
A slightly alcoholic woman seems to be able to exude some charming atmosphere and heat.
"I will leave first." Song Haoran suddenly seemed to think of something, and after leaving such a sentence, he rushed to his room.
Song Ying took care of her, and suddenly said: "Song Ruanran this guy, always feels a little different."
Luo Qiu, who was packing up the tableware, stopped his hand (the original five uncle said that he would come back to let the bodyguard do it), "Not the same?"
"Story, story!" Song Ying's eyes were half closed. "I don't feel that he has very few words tonight?"
Luo Qiu smiled and smiled: "The serious look is also very good."
"I am speechless?" Song Sakura stunned.
Perhaps it was the relationship of alcohol. Song Ying suddenly stood up and suddenly grabbed Luo Qiu’s wrist. "Don’t pack it up, accompany me to the outside to blow the hair, drink a little too much, too uncomfortable."
Luo Qiu stopped his hand and suggested: "It is very easy to catch a cold when you just drink cold water. At this time you need hot tea and rest, it is better to go back to the room. I will send you some hot tea in the past."
Song Ying was impatient at this moment: "It’s another way to clean up the dishes and the tea, and the work of Wu Shu makes you do it! Are you a servant of my family? Where is so much nonsense!

"That's okay." Luo Qiu looked at the time, then nodded and said: "I will come soon... I always wash my hands?"
Packing the dishes will always be dirty.
......
But Song Ying soon regretted the decision to blow up, because... it’s so cold!
Those who dissipated the heat because of the action of alcohol, let the cold wind take away in a few times, Song Ying sat on the steps of the pavilion outside the courtyard, rubbed his hands, and after a sigh of relief, he could not help but squat, hugged Your own body.
She groaned: "The head of the dead, not coming for so long, to freeze me..."
"So I suggested that you go back to the room."
Song Ying looked up and saw a coat hanging on Luo Qiu’s arm. He also took a bottle and walked over. The wow coat was obviously brought to myself and sent to her.
The body is very honest... Song Ying’s words are not covered.
"what is this?"
Looking at Luo Qiu also sat down next to him, Song Ying curiously looked at the bottle brought by Luo Qiu.
After unscrewing the lid of the bottle, some carrot-red viscous liquid was poured out from the inside. Luo Qiu sent it to Song Ying’s hand and smiled and said:
Tomato juice, found in the kitchen, it is squeezed. For hangover."
Song Ying looked at the unknown object with some hesitation. After hesitating, he still drank the bottle with a small mouth. "...It’s hard to drink! Why is tomato juice salty?"
"It may be because of the addition of salt, but the effect will be better." Luo Qiu explained.
"What a ghost?" Song Ying frowned. However, he drank it bit by bit... like that, it was like a child who was forced to drink bitter medicine by his parents.
It’s hard to endure, it’s finally finished.
After this, Song Ying wrapped his jacket and looked up at the stars... It was not as good as the summer, and the stars were few.
Song Ying suddenly said: ""Farewell"... Can you blow it again?"
Luo Qiu showed a strange look.
Song Ying turned his head and looked at Luo Qiu. His eyes were not stunned: "When you last fell on the cliff, did you not blow it? I heard Zhang Yurui say that this song is called "Farewell."
"Zhang Yurui... It seems that your feelings are really good." Luo Qiu smiled. "But this song is a bit sad. Is this festival suitable?"
"Let you blow and blow, where come so many things!" Song Ying Meng suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"Okay." Luo Qiu nodded.
Only this time he did not go to the leaves, but directly closed his hands and placed them on the lips.
Handcuffs.
The fingers began to wave slowly, and the air flow passed through the gap between the palm and the fingers to form a sound, like the sound flowing through the valley, appearing ethereal.
"farewell"
Song Ying always felt that Luo Qiu was often able to make some incredible things and came along smoothly.
why.
It’s an unimaginable guy.
The stars are still not many, but only occasionally see a particularly shiny, but it is easy to look at it as if it is lost. It sounded like a song in the valley, listening to it, time seems to have slowed down.
Even, hope that time can not continue to move.
Song Ying gradually closed her eyes, and her head leaned on the pillar of the pavilion, and she slept before unconsciously.
The songs played by the handcuffs gradually dissipated.
I just had the voice of the five uncles who had covered the quilt with Song. I stopped my hand and looked at the direction of the sound... I don’t know where the song came from, but it was very comfortable.
Zhang Yurui in the room was still whispering a voice with Zhang Li Lanfang in the distance. When the song was sent, she thought thoughtfully, but soon she continued to talk with her grandmother. The lights seemed to be gradually embarrassing.
In the room, Song Ruran, holding an ancient book in the room, while walking and watching, seems to be thinking about something... just stopped at this time, suddenly went to the window and looked up at the night sky.
He didn't look at the stars, just looked at the moon, then smiled, and seemed to have some new insights, and quickly opened a new page.
This year, it is almost over.
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Ten p.m.
The big swing clock in the club lobby sounded awkward.
Luo Qiu came back - after Song Ying was sent back to the room, the matter at the Song family's ancestral home had already come to an end.
Just let Luo Qi accidentally, just came back, did not see the night, but instead met a somewhat unexpected guest - Nero.
Many times Luo Qiu actually feels that Nero is a very big person.
For example, Nero at this time appeared slightly in front of Luo Qiu.
It seems to have just been bathed. Nero is now wiping his hair with a towel and walking out. "In other words, the beautiful young lady can wear a set of clothes to wear first... 喔~ boss ,good evening."
Luo Qiu slightly opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
Nero didn't wear any clothes on her body... She even fiddled with a smile and said: "Is the boss looking at me, is there any interest? Can you sell a good price?"
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PS1: This is yesterday, there are still ten.
PS2: Well, I am now a diligent white stone (hand fist)
(End of this chapter)