Cannon Fodder Counterattack System

Cannon Fodder Counterattacks Spiritual Writings (9)

It is the New Year's Day again in the year, and Qinghe Town is full of lights and festoons, a scene of prosperity.

Zhao Mansion, it was in the pavilion, the red pillar, and the night without people everywhere.

Ye Sinian, whose hair was already gray, was leaning on the big red column, holding a big wine jar in his arms. He raised his head and took a sip of the wine, looking straight at the night sky with sparkling fireworks not far away, his eyes were clear. He was full of smiles, but in the night there was a trace of sadness.

On the other side of the red pillar, his figure was much thinner than when he was young, Zi Yuan, who had a childlike face, looked more and more immortal at this time. He stared at the same sky faintly and was silent for a long time.

Zi Yuan claimed that there was no one else in his medical skills, and he had saved countless people in his life, but in the end he was helpless.

He can only watch his beloved one go to death little by little.

"Drink or not?" Ye sinian smiled and knocked on the dark wine jar, tilting his head towards his lover on the other side of the pillar.

Although he knew that he couldn't see his expression, the complex expression in Zi Yuan's eyes still converged in an instant. He curled his lips and smiled, his voice was stained with the traces of the years, but he still flew freely and wanton: "The last Lian Jiang Bi Se, how can I miss it?"

After that, he stretched out his arms, took the jar of wine, and took a sip from it's head.

After years of accumulation, the Lianjiang Bisei wine tastes more mellow. As the night breeze blows, the charming wine fragrance slowly drifts in the night.

The two of them saw it coming and going in silence like this, the red lantern swaying slowly in the breeze, the surface simply outlines the figures of two handsome men, under the light of the fire, cast a vague black shadow on the bluestone slab.

On the other side of Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Feixiao, who was full of silver threads, stood up and said to Xuexi, who was also gray-haired behind her, "Let's go and show it to my brother!"

Xuexi grinned and smiled as a lot of fine lines have been added to her face. This smile is even more obvious, but she doesn't care. On the contrary, she is very proud and regretful: "If the lady's lantern is taken out, it must be it's the leader again!"

There was an extremely delicate lantern on the table. It looked no bigger than a fist, and there was an invisible picture on the surface.

Zhao Feixiao smiled, stretched out her hand and clicked on the jade handle, and saw that the lantern, which was originally small and exquisite, was slowly turning, and the painting that was originally invisible on the surface slowly appeared.

Xuexi looked at the two handsome men who were smiling at Yan Yan with all their eyes on the painting. They hugged each other in the beautiful sunset. The tall man in Taoist robe evoked a smile full of love, and he gently lowered his head. a soft kiss was dropped between the forehead of the man in white in his arms.

The picture changed suddenly, and the dim sunset was replaced by a festive red. The two men who hugged each other were wearing bright red ornate wedding robes, with their eyes facing each other, smiling together...

It took a long time to look at the hands and finally make it. Zhao Feixiao's eyes were triumphant and proud, and said, "What's the point of taking the leader? It's better to make my brother smile!"