Contrary to what Luo Xiaodie said, Luo Xiaohu was late after almost twenty minutes, and he did not come from the direction of the martial arts hall.

Luo Xiaohu wears practice clothes in his daily life, maybe he has just run errands outside, but at this time, he is wearing a light-colored suit, and he is anxious to wear a dark tie on his chest, which is refreshing, coupled with Luo Xiaohu's handsome appearance with sword eyebrows, he is simply a woman killer, as a man, Gong Bing feels jealous when he looks at it.

Because Luo Xiaodie had already told Luo Xiaohu about the whole story on the phone before, at this time, Luo Xiaohu nodded to Gong Bing and the others from a distance, and then walked straight towards the police officer.

Gong Bing didn't know the patterns on the epaulettes of the three police officers, and he couldn't tell the rank of the three police officers based on this, but the other two police officers would ask the bald officers for their opinions from time to time when they were talking to the middle-aged woman, and they always spoke in a respectful tone.

So Gong Bing estimated that the bald officer's status was higher.

Luo Xiaohu must have seen this, so as soon as he arrived, he directly found the bald officer, Gong Bing looked at it from a distance, and found that the two did not seem to be acquaintances when they communicated, and obviously did not know each other.

The next thing is not complicated, Luo Xiaohu also quickly solved the problem, the Luo Clan Martial Arts Hall will be responsible for paying to repair the damaged places on the street, and the middle-aged woman will also be compensated accordingly according to the actual loss.

The last three police officers didn't say anything to Gong Bing, they just got in the car and left, and the matter was temporarily resolved here, but there were still some follow-up finishes to deal with, but this was no longer Gong Bing's business.

As the sun set, there was only a shallow band of orange-red light left on the horizon, and on the hill behind the martial arts hall, a small river quietly flowed out of the green forest.

The people of the martial arts hall were gathering by the river at the moment, putting paper boats with candles on the river.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the meandering river, drifting into a series of golden fragments, slowly flowing into the distance between reassembling and shattering.

Many candles float on the surface of the river in paper boats, like quiet orange elves on the water, carrying people's thoughts and memories of distant families, flowing into the distance.

Luo Xiaodie squatted by the river, quietly watching the river, Director Luo and Luo Xiaohu stood beside her, also looking at the river with their hands.

Their eyes are full of memories and complicated feelings, although some of the three of them were born in Dakzhou, and some have lived for decades, but they are still outsiders after all, and the feeling of returning to their roots makes them indelible longing for their hometown in the East.

Deeper down, there may be nostalgia for loved ones.

Unlike in the past, there are many people who come to participate in this festival today, in addition to Gong Bing and the junior apprentices who come to learn boxing regularly, some disciples who have stayed in Luo Wuzhong or have already left the school also rushed over, they are old and young, ranging in age from 20 to 40.

Those who are far away or can't spare time, even if they are not there in person, will call in advance to inform the martial arts hall.

Gong Bing didn't know what the other martial arts sects were, but the disciples in the Luo Clan Martial Arts Hall, whether they were still learning martial arts in the hall or had already left the school, most of them got along well.

Luo Wu's position as curator will only be passed on among his blood relatives, because Curator Luo now only has a son and a daughter under his knees, so the next curator will undoubtedly fall on Luo Xiaohu.

Therefore, because of this kind of family inheritance, there is no such thing as a novel and TV series, where there are internal factions falling against each other and intriguing.

Of course, this is also related to Director Luo's indifferent nature and unambitious character, and he will naturally become what he is today.

After the candle boat was cast, everyone went straight to the river for dinner.

There is a small clearing by the river, the trees that originally grew here were cut down many years ago, and for tonight's Water Dragon Festival dinner, the weeds and stones in the open space were cleaned up by Luo Xiaodie and Gong Bing a few days ago.

There were about fifty or sixty people present, and there were six large round tables in total, and everyone was seated according to their seniority and age.

There was no scene, and after Director Luo stood in his position and said a few words of encouragement, the dinner officially began.

The dinner was completed by Chef Gong Bing and a few people to help him, and at this time it was being served by several elderly ladies one by one.

When the candle boat was cast, the young schoolchildren were told to be solemn and quiet, so that they did not dare to speak, and at this time they could no longer hold back and began to laugh and laugh as soon as the meal began.

Gong Bing's four people and five or six disciples who were not yet in their thirties gathered around a table, chatting while eating.

In this regard, Director Luo did not stop it, because this kind of dinner is better to be lively.

The sound of talking and handing glasses was endless, and the atmosphere gradually became lively as the dinner took place.

It was supposed to be a pleasant dinner, but while eating, Gat noticed Gong Bing's abnormality, and since the evening he has not said a word, his expression is blank, and his eyes are unpredictable.

"Gabriel, what's wrong with you?" Because the two were sitting next to each other, Gat gently touched Gong Bing with his elbow and asked in a low voice.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine. Gong Bing, who had been in a daze, came back to his senses, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes, Gabriel, did you encounter something that upset you? We might be able to help. Vickers asked as he interjected with rice grains on his face.

"Could it be the onset of the injury you suffered in the afternoon fight?" Rowling, who was sitting next to Gong Bing, also asked, and she was usually serious and silent, and at this time, she gently pulled the corner of Gong Bing's clothes and asked with concern.

In the face of everyone's concern, Gong Bing was secretly moved in his heart, but sometimes, even if he had a thousand words in his heart, he couldn't tell them.

He put down the dishes and chopsticks and denied it to his partner repeatedly, so that everyone could relax and continue eating.

As the sun went down and night fell, a circle of wooden poles was erected around the clearing, and the wires drawn from the martial arts hall connected to the electric lights on this side, illuminating the corner of the green forest as if it were daytime.

Similar to the traditional festive atmosphere, the mahogany tables and chairs with oriental flavors, and the dishes full of hometown flavors, Gong Bing, who picked up the dishes and chopsticks again, slowly fell into contemplation.

From the first time he traveled to the present, after two lives, a total of more than ten years, whether it was in the Phaeton Star or now in Green Town, his daily life will be full of various things, although in the dead of night he will occasionally think of the past, but he has also thought deeply.

But at this moment, the scenes in front of him are constantly stimulating his nerves, making him think of the earth, thinking of his hometown, and evoking those memories that hover on the edge of consciousness.

My real name is Gong Bing, a native of the Earth Celestial Empire, a descendant of Yan and Huang, a descendant of the dragon, not a Pheton star, and not Gabriel Taylor of Green Town, Gong Bing said to himself silently in his heart.

He didn't know if he would have a chance to cross in the future, let alone if he would have a chance to return to his hometown.

Perhaps this is his end, his own destination, where he will grow up and grow old until he can't walk, and finally bury his bones here in the face and identity of Gabriel Taylor.

The world of the past is gone, and the familiar faces may have long since grown old or even passed away, but he can no longer see them.

A wanderer in a foreign country will still feel lonely, miss his hometown and relatives, not to mention a person like him who has wandered in a different world, the feeling of loneliness will be magnified countless times.

Loneliness is a bone-eating knife that will slowly wear away your heart when you don't know it, and it will also give you a heavy knife when you think about it by chance.

Lao Tzu once said: There is no mutual birth, it is difficult to achieve each other, the length is comparative, the high and the low are inclined to each other, the sound is harmonious, and the front and back follow each other.

Loneliness not only brings you pain, but it can also be a wake-up call, and it can keep you who you are.

Gong Bing's movements before the meal slowly stopped, but his heart began to come alive.

No matter what the road will be in the future, and what kind of person I will become, I am still me, a descendant of a dragon from the earth, called Gong Bing, if I forget myself, then even if I am still alive, I am no longer the same person I used to be.