Chapter 2575
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After the war, the dark clouds above Fengdu gradually disappeared, and the damaged square slowly recovered. I looked at this scene inconceivably. Wang xun'er suddenly stabbed me: "brother Zhang, look, the devil is thanking you."
"What?"
I went back and found that other people were looking in a direction with awe, but all I saw was air.
At the beginning of the story, she said Fengdu would close for a period of time to repair the wound. Thank you for all we have done. Yin Si owes us a big favor. If you need anything in the future, just open your mouth.
I smiled and said, "I don't ask for anything, I just want to live a normal life from now on."
We took the people who died out of Fengdu to be buried. When I came back to reality, I felt as if I had been separated from the rest of the world. Thinking of the countless friends and heroes who died in this war, I was so heartbroken that I cried for the river at sunset.
This is true: born God, no father and no mother, Fengdu life and death, there are worries and suffering!
On the way back, Zhang Yaowu has been persuading me to inherit the patriarch of Zhangjia. He said that now I have lost all my accomplishments. Zhangjia can protect me, but I refused.
Wang xun'er is going to give the sword to junior one. After all, no one in the Wang family can control it once Wang Laozi dies.
When we spent the night in a hotel, Chuichi suddenly left without saying a word and was left in the room by him.
I anxiously looked around, and the phone couldn't get through. Zhang Yaowu sighed and said, "with his character, there must be a reason for leaving without notice..."
I know that reason. The existence of Bafang Mingdong is to protect me until my mission is completed. Now that his mission is completed, it's time to go.
But are we not our best friends after so long? Why keep a promise in the end.
I was unwilling to leave for Hong Kong immediately after I returned to Wuhan. However, the gate of the lost way temple was closed with a seal on it. The neighbor said that the master of the road temple had committed a crime and had been sealed up by the police.
I went to Kowloon police with a glimmer of hope, but he wasn't there either.
I asked everyone once, but on the first day of the new year there was no news, and I didn't even go to Kunlun mountain to find Chu Yun. It was like the world evaporated, completely disappeared in my life.
Later, a lot of things happened. I sold out the antique street and donated it to Chinese charities without leaving my own name.
A few years later, a street in Wuhan has become a world of specialty snacks, but I still visit my original shop occasionally.
This shop has changed hands several times. I heard that there are often some miraculous phenomena. The more you change hands, the cheaper it is.
At last, I took it back at a very low price and opened a teahouse. As a result, everything in the house would move every night. Sometimes the light suddenly lit up, or a line of blood appeared on the wall.
The clerk I hired called me in panic every second and said something strange happened in the shop. They all knew that I had two abilities. In fact, I bought some sandalwood fruit in the corner, patiently chatted with those spirits, and said that I had no longer done this job. If I had something to say to others, I would go quietly.
After recovering, Pockmarked Li went to the United States with Mr. Xia and showed his love on wechat all day. He told me how big the hamburger in the United States is, how sweet the air is, which Hollywood star I saw on the street, and asked when I would go to play?
Later, Pockmarked Li added a daughter, named Wang Xia. The metaphor of this name is that she no longer yearns for the past and looks forward to everything. I can't be too shameful, so my family of four went to the United States to attend the niece's full moon celebration.
Yes, there are four of us! As like as two peas, I had a daughter who was very cute and looked like jade. Even a beautiful mole in her eyes was the same. I gave her the name "Xiao Yu".
Fan fan always said that I was biased, and I told him with a smile that there was no way. My daughter was my father's previous lover!
Leng Rushuang once wrote an implicit love letter to me. After being selectively ignored by me, she went away from Tianshan in anger, never married and never contacted me again. This woman's pride is like the snow on Tianshan.
Wang xun'er still harasses her every now and then. She married a foreign rich man when she was 30 years old. After all, she is now the head of the Wang family and has to sacrifice her ego for the sake of the family.
But she was so hot tempered that she divorced within a few years. She married three husbands before and after and ended up in divorce.
Alas, the relationship between me and her is probably another book!
was free to play, and I made a beat of my computer, and I wrote my own experience into a novel called "the merchant of the shade". I sent it to the Internet and built a Wei Xin official account: "old door nine", so I updated every day and communicated with readers.
Time flies. Last moment, I was still kissing my baby daughter. When I looked up, I was covered with grey hair.
Every evening, I walk slowly in the street with Yin Xinyue, watching the autumn wind and leaves, watching the sunset, and then I go to my own tea house for tea.After so many years together, we are all tacit. We can understand each other's meaning without looking at each other.
Let's talk about how strong fan fan has led Zhangjia in Jiangbei, and how beautiful Xiaoyu has become. I don't know which lucky young man will take her away from me in the future?
Chatting and chatting, a fashionable old lady always cuts in. This is Wang xun'er. Every time she comes out, she says in a sour way: "Yo, sister Yin and brother Zhang are so affectionate. Are old husbands and wives still afraid of young people's jokes?"
"Some people can't hold their husband's hand if they want to!" Yin Xinyue said, looking at Wang xun'er defiantly.
But soon they laughed together and became good friends all their lives.
Wang has to show her bags and clothes that she bought in Paris. How does her son compete overseas. Yin Xinyue smiles and listens. From time to time, she looks at me tenderly, as if to say that I only need you.
By the way, Wang Tula, the son of Wang xun'er, is crazy about Xiaoyu these days. I don't know whether Xiaoyu is interested in him or not. After all, my daughter's heart is deep sea needle.
However, fan fan fan is very frank and tells me that he fell in love with little red riding hood. I said that he would go after him if he liked it, but now he is the apprentice of Fengdu big devil. At least you should be the head of Zhangjia family!
It's still a peaceful afternoon. Yin Xinyue and I are talking about the past. After so many years, I still like to drink jasmine tea.
The fragrance and elegant taste always reminds me of a person, but when my thoughts come to my mouth, they become a long sigh!
Opposite the teahouse is a coffee shop with fashionable decoration. Many young people run there.
I looked at the street view and tasted tea slowly. Suddenly I saw a familiar face. There was a young man in a bear's T-shirt sitting in the coffee shop, carrying a sword and mixing coffee without saying a word.
I immediately excitedly stare round eyes, stagger out of the door, Yin crescent in the back shouting: "husband, your crutches forget!"
A damn truck passed in front of me. After the car passed, the young man was gone. I yelled hoarsely in the street: "first day, first day, is that you?"
"Who, junior one?" Yin Xinyue catches up: "husband, are you dazzled?"
"Impossible, it's him!" I said with great confirmation.
"But after all these years, isn't he old?"
"no, as like as two peas."
I took the crutch and shouted as I walked with the help of Yin Xinyue. When I came to an intersection, I saw the young man standing in the opposite crowd waiting for the traffic lights. Yin Xinyue said incredulously, "it's really him."
"Junior one!!!" I shouted.
"It's a short time to meet and a long way to go. Don't forget." He turned to look at me, looked back at the corners of his mouth and smiled as if they were nothing, then disappeared with the flow of people.
I suddenly found myself in tears. I lost my voice and began to cry. So many years ago, he has not disappeared, but silently guarded me.
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After the war, the dark clouds above Fengdu gradually disappeared, and the damaged square slowly recovered. I looked at this scene inconceivably. Wang xun'er suddenly stabbed me: "brother Zhang, look, the devil is thanking you."
"What?"
I went back and found that other people were looking in a direction with awe, but all I saw was air.
At the beginning of the story, she said Fengdu would close for a period of time to repair the wound. Thank you for all we have done. Yin Si owes us a big favor. If you need anything in the future, just open your mouth.
I smiled and said, "I don't ask for anything, I just want to live a normal life from now on."
We took the people who died out of Fengdu to be buried. When I came back to reality, I felt as if I had been separated from the rest of the world. Thinking of the countless friends and heroes who died in this war, I was so heartbroken that I cried for the river at sunset.
This is true: born God, no father and no mother, Fengdu life and death, there are worries and suffering!
On the way back, Zhang Yaowu has been persuading me to inherit the patriarch of Zhangjia. He said that now I have lost all my accomplishments. Zhangjia can protect me, but I refused.
Wang xun'er is going to give the sword to junior one. After all, no one in the Wang family can control it once Wang Laozi dies.
When we spent the night in a hotel, Chuichi suddenly left without saying a word and was left in the room by him.
I anxiously looked around, and the phone couldn't get through. Zhang Yaowu sighed and said, "with his character, there must be a reason for leaving without notice..."
I know that reason. The existence of Bafang Mingdong is to protect me until my mission is completed. Now that his mission is completed, it's time to go.
But are we not our best friends after so long? Why keep a promise in the end.
I was unwilling to leave for Hong Kong immediately after I returned to Wuhan. However, the gate of the lost way temple was closed with a seal on it. The neighbor said that the master of the road temple had committed a crime and had been sealed up by the police.
I went to Kowloon police with a glimmer of hope, but he wasn't there either.
I asked everyone once, but on the first day of the new year there was no news, and I didn't even go to Kunlun mountain to find Chu Yun. It was like the world evaporated, completely disappeared in my life.
Later, a lot of things happened. I sold out the antique street and donated it to Chinese charities without leaving my own name.
A few years later, a street in Wuhan has become a world of specialty snacks, but I still visit my original shop occasionally.
This shop has changed hands several times. I heard that there are often some miraculous phenomena. The more you change hands, the cheaper it is.
At last, I took it back at a very low price and opened a teahouse. As a result, everything in the house would move every night. Sometimes the light suddenly lit up, or a line of blood appeared on the wall.
The clerk I hired called me in panic every second and said something strange happened in the shop. They all knew that I had two abilities. In fact, I bought some sandalwood fruit in the corner, patiently chatted with those spirits, and said that I had no longer done this job. If I had something to say to others, I would go quietly.
After recovering, Pockmarked Li went to the United States with Mr. Xia and showed his love on wechat all day. He told me how big the hamburger in the United States is, how sweet the air is, which Hollywood star I saw on the street, and asked when I would go to play?
Later, Pockmarked Li added a daughter, named Wang Xia. The metaphor of this name is that she no longer yearns for the past and looks forward to everything. I can't be too shameful, so my family of four went to the United States to attend the niece's full moon celebration.
Yes, there are four of us! As like as two peas, I had a daughter who was very cute and looked like jade. Even a beautiful mole in her eyes was the same. I gave her the name "Xiao Yu".
Fan fan always said that I was biased, and I told him with a smile that there was no way. My daughter was my father's previous lover!
Leng Rushuang once wrote an implicit love letter to me. After being selectively ignored by me, she went away from Tianshan in anger, never married and never contacted me again. This woman's pride is like the snow on Tianshan.
Wang xun'er still harasses her every now and then. She married a foreign rich man when she was 30 years old. After all, she is now the head of the Wang family and has to sacrifice her ego for the sake of the family.
But she was so hot tempered that she divorced within a few years. She married three husbands before and after and ended up in divorce.
Alas, the relationship between me and her is probably another book!
was free to play, and I made a beat of my computer, and I wrote my own experience into a novel called "the merchant of the shade". I sent it to the Internet and built a Wei Xin official account: "old door nine", so I updated every day and communicated with readers.
Time flies. Last moment, I was still kissing my baby daughter. When I looked up, I was covered with grey hair.
Every evening, I walk slowly in the street with Yin Xinyue, watching the autumn wind and leaves, watching the sunset, and then I go to my own tea house for tea.After so many years together, we are all tacit. We can understand each other's meaning without looking at each other.
Let's talk about how strong fan fan has led Zhangjia in Jiangbei, and how beautiful Xiaoyu has become. I don't know which lucky young man will take her away from me in the future?
Chatting and chatting, a fashionable old lady always cuts in. This is Wang xun'er. Every time she comes out, she says in a sour way: "Yo, sister Yin and brother Zhang are so affectionate. Are old husbands and wives still afraid of young people's jokes?"
"Some people can't hold their husband's hand if they want to!" Yin Xinyue said, looking at Wang xun'er defiantly.
But soon they laughed together and became good friends all their lives.
Wang has to show her bags and clothes that she bought in Paris. How does her son compete overseas. Yin Xinyue smiles and listens. From time to time, she looks at me tenderly, as if to say that I only need you.
By the way, Wang Tula, the son of Wang xun'er, is crazy about Xiaoyu these days. I don't know whether Xiaoyu is interested in him or not. After all, my daughter's heart is deep sea needle.
However, fan fan fan is very frank and tells me that he fell in love with little red riding hood. I said that he would go after him if he liked it, but now he is the apprentice of Fengdu big devil. At least you should be the head of Zhangjia family!
It's still a peaceful afternoon. Yin Xinyue and I are talking about the past. After so many years, I still like to drink jasmine tea.
The fragrance and elegant taste always reminds me of a person, but when my thoughts come to my mouth, they become a long sigh!
Opposite the teahouse is a coffee shop with fashionable decoration. Many young people run there.
I looked at the street view and tasted tea slowly. Suddenly I saw a familiar face. There was a young man in a bear's T-shirt sitting in the coffee shop, carrying a sword and mixing coffee without saying a word.
I immediately excitedly stare round eyes, stagger out of the door, Yin crescent in the back shouting: "husband, your crutches forget!"
A damn truck passed in front of me. After the car passed, the young man was gone. I yelled hoarsely in the street: "first day, first day, is that you?"
"Who, junior one?" Yin Xinyue catches up: "husband, are you dazzled?"
"Impossible, it's him!" I said with great confirmation.
"But after all these years, isn't he old?"
"no, as like as two peas."
I took the crutch and shouted as I walked with the help of Yin Xinyue. When I came to an intersection, I saw the young man standing in the opposite crowd waiting for the traffic lights. Yin Xinyue said incredulously, "it's really him."
"Junior one!!!" I shouted.
"It's a short time to meet and a long way to go. Don't forget." He turned to look at me, looked back at the corners of his mouth and smiled as if they were nothing, then disappeared with the flow of people.
I suddenly found myself in tears. I lost my voice and began to cry. So many years ago, he has not disappeared, but silently guarded me.
After the war, the dark clouds above Fengdu gradually disappeared, and the damaged square slowly recovered. I looked at this scene inconceivably. Wang xun'er suddenly stabbed me: "brother Zhang, look, the devil is thanking you." "What?" I went back and found that other people were looking in a direction with awe, but all I saw was air. At the beginning of the story, she said Fengdu would close for a period of time to repair the wound. Thank you for all we have done. Yin Si owes us a big favor. If you need anything in the future, just open your mouth. I smiled and said, "I don't ask for anything, I just want to live a normal life from now on." We took the people who died out of Fengdu to be buried. When I came back to reality, I felt as if I had been separated from the rest of the world. Thinking of the countless friends and heroes who died in this war, I was so heartbroken that I cried for the river at sunset. This is true: born God, no father and no mother, Fengdu life and death, there are worries and suffering! On the way back, Zhang Yaowu has been persuading me to inherit the patriarch of Zhangjia. He said that now I have lost all my accomplishments. Zhangjia can protect me, but I refused. Wang xun'er is going to give the sword to junior one. After all, no one in the Wang family can control it once Wang Laozi dies. When we spent the night in a hotel, Chuichi suddenly left without saying a word and was left in the room by him. I anxiously looked around, and the phone couldn't get through. Zhang Yaowu sighed and said, "with his character, there must be a reason for leaving without notice..." I know that reason. The existence of Bafang Mingdong is to protect me until my mission is completed. Now that his mission is completed, it's time to go. But are we not our best friends after so long? Why keep a promise in the end. I was unwilling to leave for Hong Kong immediately after I returned to Wuhan. However, the gate of the lost way temple was closed with a seal on it. The neighbor said that the master of the road temple had committed a crime and had been sealed up by the police. I went to Kowloon police with a glimmer of hope, but he wasn't there either. I asked everyone once, but on the first day of the new year there was no news, and I didn't even go to Kunlun mountain to find Chu Yun. It was like the world evaporated, completely disappeared in my life. Later, a lot of things happened. I sold out the antique street and donated it to Chinese charities without leaving my own name. A few years later, a street in Wuhan has become a world of specialty snacks, but I still visit my original shop occasionally. This shop has changed hands several times. I heard that there are often some miraculous phenomena. The more you change hands, the cheaper it is. At last, I took it back at a very low price and opened a teahouse. As a result, everything in the house would move every night. Sometimes the light suddenly lit up, or a line of blood appeared on the wall. The clerk I hired called me in panic every second and said something strange happened in the shop. They all knew that I had two abilities. In fact, I bought some sandalwood fruit in the corner, patiently chatted with those spirits, and said that I had no longer done this job. If I had something to say to others, I would go quietly. After recovering, Pockmarked Li went to the United States with Mr. Xia and showed his love on wechat all day. He told me how big the hamburger in the United States is, how sweet the air is, which Hollywood star I saw on the street, and asked when I would go to play? Later, Pockmarked Li added a daughter, named Wang Xia. The metaphor of this name is that she no longer yearns for the past and looks forward to everything. I can't be too shameful, so my family of four went to the United States to attend the niece's full moon celebration. Yes, there are four of us! As like as two peas, I had a daughter who was very cute and looked like jade. Even a beautiful mole in her eyes was the same. I gave her the name "Xiao Yu". Fan fan always said that I was biased, and I told him with a smile that there was no way. My daughter was my father's previous lover! Leng Rushuang once wrote an implicit love letter to me. After being selectively ignored by me, she went away from Tianshan in anger, never married and never contacted me again. This woman's pride is like the snow on Tianshan. Wang xun'er still harasses her every now and then. She married a foreign rich man when she was 30 years old. After all, she is now the head of the Wang family and has to sacrifice her ego for the sake of the family. But she was so hot tempered that she divorced within a few years. She married three husbands before and after and ended up in divorce. Alas, the relationship between me and her is probably another book! was free to play, and I made a beat of my computer, and I wrote my own experience into a novel called "the merchant of the shade". I sent it to the Internet and built a Wei Xin official account: "old door nine", so I updated every day and communicated with readers. Time flies. Last moment, I was still kissing my baby daughter. When I looked up, I was covered with grey hair. Every evening, I walk slowly in the street with Yin Xinyue, watching the autumn wind and leaves, watching the sunset, and then I go to my own tea house for tea.After so many years together, we are all tacit. We can understand each other's meaning without looking at each other. Let's talk about how strong fan fan has led Zhangjia in Jiangbei, and how beautiful Xiaoyu has become. I don't know which lucky young man will take her away from me in the future? Chatting and chatting, a fashionable old lady always cuts in. This is Wang xun'er. Every time she comes out, she says in a sour way: "Yo, sister Yin and brother Zhang are so affectionate. Are old husbands and wives still afraid of young people's jokes?" "Some people can't hold their husband's hand if they want to!" Yin Xinyue said, looking at Wang xun'er defiantly. But soon they laughed together and became good friends all their lives. Wang has to show her bags and clothes that she bought in Paris. How does her son compete overseas. Yin Xinyue smiles and listens. From time to time, she looks at me tenderly, as if to say that I only need you. By the way, Wang Tula, the son of Wang xun'er, is crazy about Xiaoyu these days. I don't know whether Xiaoyu is interested in him or not. After all, my daughter's heart is deep sea needle. However, fan fan fan is very frank and tells me that he fell in love with little red riding hood. I said that he would go after him if he liked it, but now he is the apprentice of Fengdu big devil. At least you should be the head of Zhangjia family! It's still a peaceful afternoon. Yin Xinyue and I are talking about the past. After so many years, I still like to drink jasmine tea. The fragrance and elegant taste always reminds me of a person, but when my thoughts come to my mouth, they become a long sigh! Opposite the teahouse is a coffee shop with fashionable decoration. Many young people run there. I looked at the street view and tasted tea slowly. Suddenly I saw a familiar face. There was a young man in a bear's T-shirt sitting in the coffee shop, carrying a sword and mixing coffee without saying a word. I immediately excitedly stare round eyes, stagger out of the door, Yin crescent in the back shouting: "husband, your crutches forget!" A damn truck passed in front of me. After the car passed, the young man was gone. I yelled hoarsely in the street: "first day, first day, is that you?" "Who, junior one?" Yin Xinyue catches up: "husband, are you dazzled?" "Impossible, it's him!" I said with great confirmation. "But after all these years, isn't he old?" "no, as like as two peas." I took the crutch and shouted as I walked with the help of Yin Xinyue. When I came to an intersection, I saw the young man standing in the opposite crowd waiting for the traffic lights. Yin Xinyue said incredulously, "it's really him." "Junior one!!!" I shouted. "It's a short time to meet and a long way to go. Don't forget." He turned to look at me, looked back at the corners of his mouth and smiled as if they were nothing, then disappeared with the flow of people. I suddenly found myself in tears. I lost my voice and began to cry. So many years ago, he has not disappeared, but silently guarded me.
