On New Year's Eve, people from Nanfeng Pavilion gathered together to have dumplings.

He did not deliberately arrange good wine and dishes, but a few who were good at cooking rolled up their sleeves and cooked in person. The dumplings he made were round and chubby, and they were almost broken. Tunlong also helped with excitement. After a while, he crushed three of them and was successfully thrown out by the bottles.

"Don't do the serious business, just make trouble!" Han Ping said angrily.

The Dragon Swallow had to sit on the chair and waited hard, and poured out the little snake in the gourd and fed it some minced meat.

Since Langyue was buried, he has always been wearing plain clothes, without any bright colors on his body, and he has become thinner. Now there is a thin snake circling on his thin fingers. The snake raised its neck high on its head and spit out a bright red letter, as if it could swallow his entire hand.

Big red lanterns were hung in front of the hall, and the candles were pounding, illuminating the entire land red. The table was loaded with the warm pavilion on the second floor, and you could see the moon of the night through the window.

It was curved, like a quilt covered in yarn.

Halfway through, someone shouted that he was unhappy and went to soak a pot of soy wine. There was no outsider on the mat, and all he could hear was laughter. If you push me, I push you, your hands would not be quiet. After half a cup of wine, I couldn't bear to touch the wine, so I started dancing in the mat.

He staggered and couldn't even make a steady step. As he turned, he fell on the person. Several people laughed and made a fuss. Tenglong couldn't help but feel funny when he saw it. He was about to turn around and talk to Han Ping, but he was stunned by the smile on the corner of the other person's lips.

"how?"

Han Ping noticed his gaze and asked with a smile.

Tunlong was also a little stunned, and after a while, he said, "You're laughing."

Han Ping asked back: "Can't I laugh?"

"It's not impossible..." said Swallow Dragon, "It's just the first time I've seen you laugh like this in so many years."

Han Ping's smile seemed to have been carved with a knife before. He first entered this Nanfeng Pavilion and was scolded by the madam for the longest time. His expression and posture were impeccable. How to bend the corners of his lips, how to frown his eyebrows, how to smile softly and charmingly... That was the expression when facing a happy guest. He always smiled like this, as if he was wearing a mask that had grown on flesh.

But this time, he no longer smiled like that. His eyebrows and eyes were smiling, far less than the smile in luxury, but it looked charming, but it had a unique charm.

It makes people feel soft and soft.

Han Ping said, "Not good-looking?"

Tenglong turned his head and said nothing for a while. After a long time, he barely squeezed out three words from his mouth, "It's so ugly."

He paused and said awkwardly: "If you do this, I will definitely be the first in this appreciation - Flowers and Treasure Mirror. Where will you get your turn?"

Hilarious with a bottle.

"I just felt it," he said slowly, "I'm afraid it's our blessing to meet my father."

He raised his neck and drank half a cup of wine in the glass, and the remaining wine was poured on the ground.

"Tunlong and I will have a drink with you," he whispered, "not to let you celebrate the New Year alone."

Tunlong knew that he was for Langyue, and he was silent for a moment.

"What a pity..." he said, "What a pity."

What a pity, I can't say anything.

They were sold in almost the same time. Only Han Ping was earlier. He was originally a young man from a wealthy family. Later, he suffered a disaster at home, either being executed or sold to brothels. He fell into the Nanfeng Pavilion. At a young age, he tasted all kinds of life. Han Ping always seemed more mature than others. When he was only ten years old, Tunlong was still crying because he was sold, but Han Ping had learned to walk in small steps, while holding a vase on his head.

He and Lang Yue are all the explanations about their family in Tunlong's memory.

Fu Xiao had already started singing the song. In this song, Tunlong suddenly realized that his arm was being touched.

Turning his head and looking at it, it was Kou Qiu.

"......father?"

"Go," Kou Qiu handed him a small key and said to him and Han Ping, "You know the empty room at the end."

Han Ping stood up softly from the seat, looking a little surprised. He held the key tightly in his palm, slowly reached the door, inserted the small brass key in his hand into the hole, and turned it gently and opened it.

On the table inside, there was a lonely tablet. Incense was already inserted into the incense burner, and the sloping blue smoke was pouring out. There were still remaining incense and the offerings on the table, which were neatly placed on the plate.

The dragon's eyes suddenly became wet.

His lips trembled, and he didn't know what to say. Langyue was a young man, and he was not very glorious in his death. Not to mention a tablet, even the grave was simply dug a hole and buried it in. There was nothing to stop the soul in seven days, and burying him was like burying a dead dog.

But the name of Lang Yue is clearly written on this tablet.

Han Ping was a little worried and called out in a low voice: "Swallowing Dragon?"

But the young man in the simple clothes just pursed his lips hard, then waved his hand at him, his expression a little awkward, as if he wanted to swallow the tears that were almost about to burst out of his eyes.

"It's okay...it's okay."

He was able to finally simmer a stick of incense, only the three of them.

Just say a few words.

At the end of the drink, all the young apprentices rushed up and poured Kou Qiu into one by one. The wine inside came out, wetting half of Kou Qiu's clothes. Kou Qiu couldn't refuse, so he had to drink two or three cups with the hands of the group of kids.

The system boy is a little worried.

Others don’t know, but it still knows it. The amount of alcohol content of the old cadre Kou is just four words: pour it into one cup.

The weak chicken can't be weaker.

Fortunately, the soju wine was small and the alcohol was not very strong. Kou Qiu held on to the second cup, and soon two clusters of red fires lit up on his face, and a thin layer of water rippled in his eyes.

He held the wine glass and slowly looked serious.

Several kids were laughing at him and wanted to get back, but they saw the owner of Nanfeng Pavilion slamming the table and standing up.

Shooting the halberd: "...Dad?"

Their father looked serious and suddenly pointed at him.

"you!"

The halberd was so scared that he shivered, and subconsciously straightened his body, "I?"

"Whether you sit or not," said the old cadre Kou frowned, "What does it look like? Get up and sit again! Do you know that appearance is actually related to everyone's heart? We say that connection is universal and objective-"

Several young men were stunned and looked at him in surprise.

No...what else is going to happen?

Are you planning to find trouble?

Mr. Kou was still saying: "Next, in order to let everyone better understand the great national spirit of our Chinese nation, I will sing a song "Yellow River Chorus" for you."

Sing a ghost!

The system made a quick decision and immediately opened its throat and started howling: [Ah——]

Old Cadre Kou was ready to go, but now he was interrupted by roughness, and he couldn't help but feel even more dissatisfied. He frowned, raised a finger at his cub seriously, and snorted, "Don't shout!"

Everyone in the Nanfeng Pavilion looked at each other, and the scene was silent.

No...no one shouted...

"I'm afraid it's not that I'm drunk," Shoji was also a little amused and crying, "I said it, I told you not to go up and fuck... Now, what's going to do if I've poured my father down?"

He waved his hand and signaled several people to stand up with him. He spent all his might to send Kou Qiu back to the room. After returning to the room, the old cadre of Kou kicked off his shoes and stood on the bed. He still couldn't suppress his desire to popularize socialist education. He walked on the quilt with his hands behind his back, "I'll tell you the true meaning of the core socialist values."

The few kids didn't know the meaning of the word he said, just because of filial piety, he said casually: "Yes, yes, yes, what my father said is good."

Although we can't understand a single sentence.

Kou Qiu was very dissatisfied with the audience and said seriously: "You didn't applaud."

The perfunctory applause immediately turned into a circle, and the halberd even led the way to scream twice.

The system seemed to see the scene every time Kou Qiu dealt with his cute self.

What a bunch of good guys.

The good boys brought Kou Qiu to bed, one lifted the quilt, one coaxed her to sleep, and the other patted her back, and she was very skillful. When he finally fell asleep, the young men stood up and started walking out.

The room fell into silence again.

When the door creaked and the dim candlelight on the corridor was reflected in, two or three birds outside the window were frightened by the breath. A figure pushed open the door and slowly stroked Kou Qiu's forehead.

He stroked the young man's forehead to one side, lowered his head, and quietly stared at the face that was lit by Yu Guang.

Perhaps because he noticed his movements, the young man moved suddenly, and rubbed his cheeks upwards with humming. The flesh that looked like a sackcloth was rubbed against the palm of his palm that had been grinding out of calluses because he had been holding various weapons for many years.

Qiu Lie trembled violently.

He gradually covered his hands higher, and his eyelashes were shaking between his fingers, like a butterfly with his wings caught.

After being touched for half a day, Kou Qiu finally felt a little bit nervous. He subconsciously hugged the man beside him with one hand, and said in a nasal voice: "General Qiu?"

The man was so cute that he was so excited that his hands subconsciously came back, as if he was afraid of waking up the young man. He withdrew his hand and looked at the person on the bed for half a day. Seeing that he had no reaction, he reached out again and touched him tentatively little by little.

After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and rolled the bedding and directly held the person and the quilt in his arms.

The awakened Dragon Swallowed the candle to open the door, and he was a little stunned when he saw this scene, "Dad?"

His father nodded seriously, rolling the big baby in his arms tighter, for fear that the big baby would be frozen.

Swallowing Dragon opens its mouth and tongue.

“You…you are…”

Qiu Lie said lightly: "I have something to do tonight, so I must go back home."

“…”
To be continued...