The snow is still falling, and the goose-feather-like snow is falling from the sky, and it is like the world's top carver, carving the world into a silver coat, bright and crystalline.

The wheels pressed over the snow, forming two blurred marks, and the loneliness of the wind and snow spread to the end of the snow, and at the end of that there was a simple farmhouse.

This farmhouse is located two or three kilometers outside the city of Liaodong, a row of fences encloses a courtyard, and there are chimneys wafting wisps of cooking smoke, a picture of peace and calm.

The farmhouse is simply furnished, and you can faintly see the chattering and laughing crowd in the farmhouse.

This is a farmhouse, a northeastern native restaurant.

The rough land of the Northeast has bred the uninhibited Northeast gentlemen, drinking wine in a big bowl and eating meat, picking a snowy day around the table, drinking the strongest wine, and eating the most authentic Northeast local dishes, isn't it a great pleasure in the world?

Recently, the business of this Northeast local restaurant has been booming, and it is only noon, but it is already full, talking and laughing, drawing fists, joking and scolding, everything that should be there.

In the northeasternmost corner sat two men.

One was about thirty years old, with clear eyebrows, but calloused hands, and wore a leather jacket that seemed to be spread out in dozens of pieces, but few people knew that it was made of the most precious wool.

The other is an old man in the age of sixties, and there is no momentum of wind and frost on his body, and some are just the simplicity of ordinary old farmers.

The beautiful young man smiled at the corner of his mouth, drank a cup of "stuffy donkey" by himself, glanced at the guests who were enjoying the meal, and said to the old man in Huajia: "Uncle Fu, in fact, the gentlemen in the Northeast are the best at living, a table of home-cooked food, a pot of stuffy donkeys, stunned is able to let them work in the field during the day, and scold Fang Yu at night and point out the country!"

The old man smiled, sighed with some unknown sighs, and said, "Perhaps, this is life!"

Between the tables, after a short period of dullness, the old man seemed to reminisce and said: "After the fall of the three eastern provinces, this kind of quiet days no longer exists, so even after so many years, the group of beasts who hate the Black Sun Empire the most is not the distant boundary of the mountain-high emperors in Yunnan-Guichuan, but the group of masters in the three eastern provinces." ”

The young man didn't speak, but drank in silence, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The old man stopped talking, his eyes inadvertently looked out of the window, and then he glanced at the beautiful young man suspiciously, as if shocked and reasonable.

Then I drank a bowl of wine, indescribably uninhibited, bold, as if those years of passion burning when I was young.

A Honda Accord is parked in front of the yard of the farmhouse.

Four young people walked down from the car, and as soon as they got out of the car, the co-pilot, the young man in a suit, scolded and slammed the co-pilot's door shut, as if expressing some dissatisfaction in this way, and seemed to be still angry, and kicked the snowflakes all over the ground.

"Fujino-kun, how can you be so impatient, isn't it just a meal!"

At this time, a young man in a formal suit beside him shouted softly.

Young people are about 20 years old, but their demeanor is calm, and the breeze between talking and laughing is like a spring breeze, and some people are born with a temperament that makes people feel very comfortable at a glance.

And this young man obviously has this temperament!

Taiichiro!

The grandson of the Taishang family, who is as powerful as the sun in the entire Black Sun Empire, is in the same vein as the god of the sword, Yanagawa Qingyuan, when the blood coral Nalan Pujia swept through the cherry blossom mountain with a sword, and before the head of the sword leader Yanagawa Qingyuan, someone blocked the road in the middle of the mountain and was kicked away by the blood coral, so that the prestige of the black and white in the entire Black Sun Empire doubled day by day.

That person, called Taishang Harushen, is now the leader of the Black Sun Empire's Daoxiang Group, and shares half of the Black Sun Empire's underground world equally with the Yamaguchi Group.

And Tai Kazuro is the descendant of Taishang Chunshen.

Today, he is the president of the Black Sun Empire Huaxia Study Abroad Club.

"President Taishang taught me that Haraichi was taught. The young man in the suit said respectfully, silently following behind Taiichiro, but there was a trace of deeply suppressed anger hidden in his eyes.

Yes, it's anger.

Fujinowara ichi.

A student of the Black Japanese Empire in Huaxia, he studied at Liaodong University of Technology.

A few days ago, after receiving the news that Tai Kazuro, the president of the Black Japan Empire Study Abroad Society, was coming to Liaodong, he patted his chest and promised that as long as he was in Liaodong, he would eat, drink and have fun to ensure that he would not be the same, drink the strongest wine, and play the most sassy/Northeast girls.

It's just that the ideal is very full/full, and the reality is very explicit.

It was precisely this simple reception banquet that Fujinohara ate behind closed doors.

In the entire Liaodong, almost all restaurants and restaurants, after knowing that this group of people were all from the Black Sun Empire, immediately closed their doors to thank customers, which made Fujinohara, who had praised Haikou before, seem to have received a hot slap in the face, and it hurts.

Looking at this farmhouse native vegetable restaurant located in the wilderness, Fujinohara hid a trace of violence in his eyes, and then respectfully followed Taiichiro and walked into the hotel.

The other two also followed, with Tai Ichiro as the main one.

Stepping into this Tohoku local restaurant, the room is filled with warm air.

Fujinohara rubbed his hands, walked towards the counter, spoke a broken Chinese, and said, "Boss, you here, delicious, quickly drop, come up." ”

The waiter who was bending down to wipe the table was about to reflexively respond to the 'good le', but the moment he raised his head, his face immediately turned cold, and he said coldly: "I'm sorry, the small store is full, there are no seats, please go to another house to have a look." ”

Well?

Closing the door many times made Fujinowaraichi's patience almost reach the limit, and when he heard this, his eyes narrowed quietly, staring at the table that the waiter had just wiped, and said, "Are you blind to me?"

The waiter sneered and took a step back, his tone was unwavering, and said: "I'm sorry, here, don't do your business, I believe that not only us here, but all the businessmen in the entire Liaodong will spontaneously not do your business." ”

Swish!

Tai Ichiro's face changed slightly.

Civilian, spontaneous boycott of the Black Sun Empire.

"Bagaya Deer ......"

Fujinohara saw Taiichiro's slightly changing face, and his heart chuckled, and then a roar suddenly burst out of his mouth.

The waiter sneered: "What, you want to make trouble?"

After saying this, he suddenly took a few steps back and shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "The people of the Black Sun Empire have come to make trouble......

In an instant, the hotel immediately became noisy.

At this moment, Fujinoharaichi, who had been full of anger, burst out like a floodgate bursting the embankment, he glared angrily, suddenly stepped forward, and picked up the waiter.

"Smack!"

Fujinohara slapped his backhand, and in an instant the waiter's face was covered with a bright red palm print.

In a flash.

The scene was quiet and the pin drop could be heard.

Unbelievable.

Tai Kaimhiro frowned, as if he was a little disgusted by Fujinowara's approach.

It's just that they don't know that at this moment, the pair of masters and servants in the northeasternmost corner seemed to be relieved, and the old man said in a low voice: "The little devil is still making trouble." ”

"I'm afraid he won't make a big fuss. The young man said softly, his slender and calloused fingers tapping on the tabletop, as if they were tapping on human heads.

For a while, the handsome young man seemed to be a little emotional.

The old man trembled, and the young master's expression was like the sick smile of satisfaction when he cut off human heads like straw in the snowstorm that year.