332 Reunion Night

The half-month-long incense fighting conference was held for the first time in the endless incense fighting conference. The most tremous and upsive incense fighting conference in history finally came to a complete end after the sunset on May 21st, 190 of the lunar calendar. Of course, this scene was also thrilling and incredible.

No one knows what the reason or who caused the situation to suddenly reverse, but these are not important.

Returning from Chengyang Square, Zhao Yi took all the staff of Tianxiang Building and took the king's pardon and went to prison to pick up Sanlang.

Wanying planned to go, but somehow she hesitated at the moment she went out. When she stood at the door and looked up for half an hour and saw a group of young people with amber-like wine coming happily, she suddenly turned her head and ran back to Tianxiang Tower.

No one paid attention to Wanying's abnormality and only said loudly, "Brother Sanlang, the shopkeeper has already prepared the fragrant soup of grapefruit leaves. You should take a shower first and go to bad luck. We are all waiting for you in the lobby and have a drink to celebrate!"

At this moment, the twilight is coming, and the four red lights downstairs at the door of Tianxiang Tower are gently shaking in the wind, so the warm light is scattered like a haze.

There are many congratulatory voices everywhere, but it seems to be isolated from the small red on this side, which seems so far away.

Sanlang stared at the red gauze lamp for a long time, and Fang entered the store surrounded by the guys.

"When the red light shines, the mold runs away. Haha..."

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When Sanlang finished bathing and came out, Luo Wen'er had already sent away the people who came to celebrate, leading the guys, Zhang's mother and others to sit around the table.

When they saw him, everyone stood up, but strangely unified did not speak.

Luo Wen'er looked at his obviously pale and thin face and immediately squeezed her lips.

At this moment, heartache, emotion, joy, sadness... It can be said that there are many mixed feelings. Everyone feels that their hearts are blocked and their eyes are hot.

Zhao Yi is still stronger and tried to squeeze out a smiling face: "Brother Sanlang, sit down quickly. The shopkeeper has been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhang Shun hurriedly said, "Look, this is all made by the shopkeeper himself, specially for you to wash the dust!"

Wanying lowered her head and did not look at him. She was only busy fiddling with the bowls and chopsticks that had already been allocated.

Sanlang was a little stunned. Although his amber eyes were calm, they were also uneasy.

Luo Wen'er's heartache... Nearly half a year in prison has made this wild teenager lose his former wildness and restrain a lot of anger, as if a burning coal ball rolling around is suddenly poured with cold water. Although it seems that it will no longer hurt people, will it lose the vitality that the teenager should have. Angry? And in the future... what kind of Sanlang will she see?

Seeing that he stood still, Zhao Yi came forward and affectionately put his arms around his shoulder: "Brother Sanlang, come and sit..."

Luo Wen'er saw Sanlang shrink, but he did not retreat, nor did he behave as "Don't get close to strangers" as before. He was staggering and alert, which was uniformly reflected in his awkward look, at the corners of his tight lips. Then, looking at her, she immediately nodded. Then he was obviously relieved and followed Zhao Yi to the table and sat down.

As a result, I saw everyone else standing and stood up quickly.

Luo Wener probably didn't notice that she was also relieved and led the crowd to sit down.

At first, there was still some silence, but under the leadership of Zhao Yi, it soon became lively. Everyone put chicken, duck and fish into Sanlang's bowl. After a while, it piled up like a hill, and then added another bowl.

However, Sanlang is not the same as before. He pounces on it and swallows it, and doesn't allow anyone to approach.

He stared at the still rising hill for a while, and suddenly picked up his chopsticks, clumsily picked up a dumpling and put it in Luo Wen's bowl.

The scene suddenly calmed down.

Then, he picked another one, put it in Wanying's bowl, and added a word: "Eat."

Wanying immediately turned her head away.

One more, a little hesitant, but still put it in Zhao Yi's bowl.

Zhao Yi can be said to be the bloodiest man among the guys. At this moment, his eyes couldn't help but be hot, and he hurriedly smiled twice: "Haha, third, I'm the third..."

Everyone also understood and stretched out the bowl in front of Sanlang one after another: "I also want..."

"Sanlang, and me..."

"Sanlang, you can't be biased..."

"Sanro, I'm the fourth..."

Sanlang looked at an enthusiastic and urgent bowl and looked at Luo Wener with some difficulty.

Luo Wener nodded excitedly, and he began to fill in one by one...

"Why are they all dumplings?" Zhang Shun raised questions.

"Because in Sanlang's heart, the best thing is dumplings!" Luo Wener lowered her eyes, picked up the dumplings in the bowl and took a bite.

Suddenly, there was silence.

Wanying suddenly got up and ran away without raising her head.

This is a happy banquet, this is a reunion banquet, and a character they have been curious about for a long time finally sat down with everyone. But why is there some indescribable sourness besides happiness? Is it because this reunion is not easy? Is it because everyone has devoted their efforts to this moment?

"Come on, everyone, eat! The shopkeeper has been busy for so many days and tired, let me represent Zhao Yi today. Shopkeeper, won't you blame me for blaming you?"

"It's too late for me to reward you! It's up to you to make this table of wine today. Let me tell you, if you don't drink dry and don't eat all the vegetables, I will deduct your wages!" Luo Wener laughed.

Although she can reason and fight in the game, she is a little clumsy in this kind of interpersonal relationship, especially today's very special scene that makes her want to cry as long as she says one more sentence.

Zhao Yi and others have been with her for a long time and have seen her difficulties these days. How can they not understand her? So he quickly grabbed the conversation.

"Yes, fill up the shopkeeper first! The shopkeeper has worked hard. Let's drink a toast first!"

"Yes, the shopkeeper drinks first!"

"This wine cup is too small, change it to a big one!"

"Let's go straight to the wine jar!"

"Haha, Yu Jiao, do you want to take a bath in a wine jar?"

"Shut up, I just cut my little finger bigger than you!"

"Haha, shopkeeper, drink it quickly!"

"Ai, shopkeeper, don't play tricks!"

"Haha, the shopkeeper did it. Come on, fill it up again! Haha..."

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Luo Wener supported the stairs and slowly moved upstairs.

There was a smile on the corners of her lips... She laughed all night. Although she also wanted to laugh at the Fighting Fragrance Conference, it made her cheeks sore. But now, she just wants to laugh, and she can't laugh enough.

The downstairs is still lively.

Wanying also came out and looked at Sanlang, staring at all the people who poured wine on him, which made everyone laugh, and then pretended to to toss Sanlang, which made her even more angry.

Everyone could see her intention, and Zhang's mother still laughed at her. She desperately denied it and repeatedly threatened to leave, but she didn't leave every time.

Listening to Wanying threatening to leave again, she couldn't help laughing.

I just saw that she was drunk, and Zhang's mother wanted to help her up.

She refused, so let them be lively. Besides, she also wants to calm down.

Today, I was really happy, as if I had put down all the heavy burdens, and my whole body was light, especially after drinking wine.

She is very happy, but her heart seems to be empty. She always feels that something is missing, just like sitting at the wine table. She looks around at everyone's smiling faces and always wants to find someone. She always feels that the joy at this moment should be shared by the same person. But who is that person? And where is this person?

Standing at the door of the room, I heard the sudden sound of firecrackers outside, and a group of people shouted even more.

She shook her head. These guys are so crazy that they don't know if they will bring the patrolman later.

But after a while, firecrackers and fireworks reflected the carved window covered with white silk paper at the end of the corridor, and the nearby walls became colorful.

She looked at it with some ingenuity for a while, and when she turned her head, she suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Hold the door frame, close your eyes and rest for a moment, push the door open and enter the room.

It's like stepping into a quiet space from a dream world, and the whole room is covered with a shallow yellow.

She stroked her forehead and smiled... Wanying, the girl, was not very forgetful.

Thinking about this, I inadvertently took a look at the table where the candlestick was placed...

She suddenly settled down.

At this moment, it seemed that all the noise had nothing to do with her, and all the chaos had left her, but spread a joy in a distant place, and she was shrouded in an isolated world by this light and soft light.

At this moment, it seemed that all the dizziness disappeared, and all the feelings were condensed at this moment. She seemed to think nothing, just looking at the person in front of her for a moment...

In the swaying candlelight, someone stood quietly at the table.

A snow coat was dyed into a faint gold by candlelight, as if it was also coated with hairy edges, and there was a fine light jumping slightly, like a thin layer of fog, so that Luo Wener suddenly remembered an inappropriate but appropriate sentence... Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

At this moment, the man holds a brush and is drawing casually on an open rice paper.

He moved very slowly and looked very focused, as if he didn't find anyone entering the door and paying attention to him.

She seems to be separated from a space, and he seems to stand in another space separated by a veil from her, or a drunken dream, a fantasy filled with the fragrance of a quiet night, or a distant painting, which gradually emerges from the water marks of memory.

She just watched quietly, forgot the time, forgot the past, forgot... everything.

And the water marks suddenly trembled, and the man still painted finely without raising his head. He only said gently, "I'm back..."

It seemed to be a breeze, brushing the hair in front of him and lifting the mist away.

The eyes suddenly became clear and blurred.

She suddenly felt that such a relative seemed to have appeared many times, and it existed a long time ago... At that time, when she came back late, he waited for her at the table, which was also so calm, so peaceful...