Dou Dabao's words rose and I waved his hand to stop him.

At this time, the man from the old couple said, "Xian'er, stop thinking about it, eat while it's hot."

The woman nodded: "Eat."

After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something, stood up, walked to the side, and brought back a small plastic bucket.

The man was surprised: "This is..."

The woman gave him a blank look: "What is it, don't you count?"

The man suffocated and then put down his chopsticks and stood up: "I won't drink anymore... I've quit for twenty years..."

The woman pressed on one side of his shoulder and sat down softly without exerting much force.

"Oh, I've got it all here, what else to say? Drink some, I'll drink some with you." The woman said, taking two bowls, opening the plastic bucket, and pouring half a bowl each.

...

Dou Dabao lifted his nose: "Tsk, this is sweet potato dried seed wine, it is old wine. I drank it when I was a child, but it was so hard to drink!"

"Shut up!" Pan Ying slapped him on the back of the head, and he immediately didn't dare to say more.

...

The woman picked up the wine bowl, touched the man, took a sip, then looked at the man and asked:

"Remember when did we drink last time?"

The man looked complicated and hesitated for a moment before he picked up the wine bowl. Before the wine touched his lips, his eyes turned red first, and he nodded and said:

"I know, remember. I got drunk again that day and beat you again; I woke up at noon the next day and you got the vegetables ready... That was the first and last time we drank together. After that, I drank too much and you left."

The woman rubbed her nose, and her eyes were red, but she said:

"Drink it, it's been so many years. After that, you can get together again, and it's all done."

...

This old couple... No, the conversation between middle-aged men and women at the dinner table is really "rich". Each sentence contains too many "unexpected" and "expected". I can't hear it, but I can't describe the complex feelings in it.

Only after listening to most of the meal silently, I could barely summarize the general problem-

When men and women were young, they were lovers. Men were good at drinking wine. They always made excuses to drink big wine. After drinking, they would go crazy and beat women.

The woman lived with him wholeheartedly, but in the end she was still heartbroken.

Finally, after the first and last time the two of them drank, they left the man.

Afterwards, the two of them got married and each had their own lives.

It was not until ‘not long ago’ that we met again in the vast crowd that we regained our old love.

These two people are by no means despicable. After many years, the man has cultivated his virtue but lost his wife;

The woman learned to be ‘tolerance’ but lost her husband.

...

"Xian'er...I'm sorry." The man said in tears.

The woman shook her head and pretended to be nothing: "Forget it, it's all like this, why are you saying? It's been so many years, I've put down what I can't put down, and I can't put down... I've come back again. What should I do? Should I kowtow to the old man underground to repent, or should I kneel down to my daughter and beg them?"

The man simmered the wine in the bowl in one mouthful. As soon as he picked up the tobacco pole beside him, the woman had already put the matches he had rubbed.

"Well...just this, I can't live without you in this life, and I'm here to ask: Don't you blame me anymore?"

The woman picked up her job, looked at the man with a smile for a while, and sighed:

"Resentment, what can I do? I'm older, and the children at home don't agree that we're together. I'm still with you. I've been here, so what else do you say? What do I think? Do you still guess?"

The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled up, as if looking at the roof: "We have also inquired, this village is deserted because of the long flood. You and I are here, so we can 'warm' for a while and hide for a while. In the end, we may have to drown the Yellow River..."

"Then drown. drown together..."

...

The conversation is not over yet when it comes to this.

But somehow, in our opinion, the two of them just opened their mouths face to face and no longer spoke!

"I'm hit!" The fat man suddenly knocked on the kang table and said to me in an old age: "You helped my old friend, and I have to report it for it. What do you think you want?"

My mind is still on the old couple who seem to be in front of me, and my eyes rolled slightly and said casually:

“I just want to be with the people I love.”

"It's hard!" The fat man frowned and patted the mud dug at the gate between his hands, "You are not lucky; because you offended someone earlier; you are arrogant but too arrogant, and you have done something that is not something that people should do;

I'll just say it right now, because you helped my old friend, I have to thank you, this is a must; but there are limits to the exchange of etiquette!"

I was a little dazed at first, but at this moment I couldn't help but turn my eyes and wondered: "Senior, who are you? What do you mean by saying this? Please make it clear."

The fat man wrapped the mud dug from the door in his hand, stared at me for a while, and said slowly:

"Your eyes, ears, mouth, nose... five senses and six breaths... can't be left all of them, I can't do it."

He suddenly flipped his palm and held the mud in front of me, but said something strange in his mouth:

"You said you just want to be with your lover, but if you can't be together, you can only leave two things in five senses and six breaths. What do you want to leave?"

I didn't even think about it: "Ears and mouth!"

"Why are these two?" The fat man frowned and stared at me with his eyes narrowed.

"Whatever others say is a blessing, and that is what they are willing to say to me; what others can't stop me is my power!"

"What?" The fat man leaned towards me through the kang table, "Where are the coroner's eyes? You don't want to be honest?"

At this time, every word the "fat man" said seemed to have magic.

However, I have always been proud and able to control my emotions to this day, but it seems that I have become a little unstable because of the two "old couples" in the house who turned a blind eye to us.

I was still restrained, but turned to the fat man and blurted out:

"If it was me, what would you like to keep?"

The fat man and I looked at each other tightly for a while, and their eyes slowly turned and nodded:

"Since that's the case, as you wish!"

While speaking, I turned around and ignored me, and just slapped and kneaded the ball of mud between my palms.

...

Dou Dabao and others' most attention was still on the couple who were "blooming old trees". Although... although they are currently talking and not talking, the time passed by in an instant in the Mirage Ghost Realm took us to browse their next "long time" life. (Note: Excluding the most 'private' space between men and women)

The truth is,

I was wearing a hand with Dou Dabao, and as I watched the old man eat and drink, I began to "flirt" with him while I was talking.

I was waiting for the following text, but a big hand was placed on my shoulder:
Chapter completed!