In the old-fashioned radio, the sound of low and light music is played, which is a classic foreign piece "Gothenburg Variations"

"Gollum!"

The accompaniment under the music is not the boiling bubbles in the small porcelain pot.

The crystalline grains of rice, mixed with red beans, mung beans, sweet potatoes, lotus seeds, peas, jujubes, I don't know how long they have been boiling, and in the boiling porcelain pot, the rice grains have begun to gradually plump.

A long wooden spoon gently drags the bottom of the pot and gently pushes it upwards, and as it stirs, the fine shredded meat wraps around the shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and shrimps, and stirs them out.

The white shredded meat is wrapped in rice grains with stirring, and the milky white porridge noodles are fried with red, red, green and green beans that have swelled up in the pot.

With the addition of shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and shrimps, under the illumination, it makes this bowl of laba porridge look even more attractive.

After pinching a pinch of salt with your fingers and gently sprinkling it along the surface of the pot, you turn off the heat and carefully place the porridge in a small ceramic bowl.

On the left is a stack of tiny pickles, and on the right is a bright and green stir-fried canola.

Although they are the simplest meals, whether it is the presentation of pickles or the fragrance of the rape, with this bowl of hot porridge, the fragrance on the face is undoubtedly appetizing.

It's just that the only difference is.

There are no guests today.

Zhao Ke took off his kitchen skirt and slowly sat down in the place where the diners used to sit, looking at the clock, which was already approaching 12 o'clock.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly remembered something, and took out an apple from the postal album.

Looking at the empty room in front of him, after wiping the apple a few times, he saw Zhao Ke put the apple next to him.

In the dim room, only the light on the dining table shrouded the back of Zhao Ke bowing his head and drinking porridge, and other than that, there was only a very small sound: "Happy Christmas Eve!" ”

At the same time, far away in the farmhouse compound of Li Village at the other end.

Qi Liang is surrounded by several old men and old ladies, chickens, ducks, fish, mountain delicacies, fresh bamboo shoots, everything.

Qi Liang's mouth was full of oil, and there were constantly people enthusiastically serving Qi Liang vegetables.

In recent years, although the rural areas have also developed greatly, and the economic conditions are good, they have long bought their own cars.

Every household has built a three-story small western-style building, with a little resources, opening half of the farmhouse, and life is prosperous.

But young people will still run to the city, after all, who wants to stay in the mountains for the rest of their lives.

Right now, there has been no new face in the village for a long time, and now Qi Liang is here, and he is a good friend of the black and fat, plus the last time about the aftermath of the four old people, Qi Liang put a lot of effort, so the people in this compound are extremely enthusiastic about Qi Liang.

Especially when he learned that Qi Liang planned to learn from the orchestra in their Li Village, several old people were about to lose their teeth.

Nowadays, it is becoming more and more difficult to do the business of ringing instruments (playing gongs and drums in red and white things), and basically few young people are willing to learn.

Black Fat was also forced to start learning since he was a child.

Now that I hear it, I am happy that some people are willing to come and learn it, and that their own craftsmanship has been passed on.

"Xiaoliang, what do you want to learn, why don't you come with me to learn to play the drums, I have a hundred-year-old five-cow drum at home, and if you want to learn this drum, it's yours!" An old man enthusiastically put a big chicken leg in Qi Liang's bowl and opened his mouth to tempt him.

The black fat on the side almost bit his tongue, and after coughing a few times, he whispered in Qi Liang's ear: "Five cow drums, good things, it is said that in the late Qing Dynasty, the black cowhide sacrificed in the palace was made, and there was a big seal of the Qin Tianjian of the Qing Dynasty on it. ”

Qi Liang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he almost nodded in agreement.

As a result, at this time, on the other side, the old lady put two eggs in Qi Liang's hand, took Qi Liang's hand and said: "Child, what's so good about playing drums, let's blow the flute with my blood, I have an old Xiao, which is also an old object from a hundred years ago, but fortunately, it is well preserved, you want this to give it to you." ”

"Quickly agree, that Xiao is made of the root of an old bamboo essence, I, Cao, was not willing to give it to me at the beginning!"

The black fat stomped his feet, pinched Qi Liang's thigh with one hand, and winked at him vigorously, telling him to agree quickly, that was a baby.

"What kind of Xiao is blowing, you should follow me to learn sheng, why not give him my big purple sheng."

Seeing this, some people were not happy, and began to stand up and fight, it is not easy to learn art, not to mention, they can all see that Qi Liang's roots and bones are very good, and he is a rare uprightness.

"Good, good!"

Qi Liang didn't agree yet, the black fat eyes on the side narrowed into a slit, drooling, the previous Xiao was made of the root of the bamboo essence, and the sheng was made of the bamboo body of the bamboo essence, which was a good thing, and the black fat nodded excitedly.

As if these conditions were given to him.

Next, the other old men were not happy, and they stood up one by one and began to blush.

Each family is willing to give out their own treasures.

Qi Liang was dizzy, with a big chicken leg in his left hand, a native egg in his right hand, and two mouthfuls of dog meat in his mouth, he could only stare dryly.

As for the black fat, the expression at this time, it is like this: (°Д°)

I cried in my heart: "Oh God, foreign monks are good at chanting, these treasures, you don't give them to me for so long!" ”

"Stop arguing! Xiaoliang, what are you going to study? ”

Someone finally spoke, interrupted the other people's quarrel, and turned back to ask Qi Liang.

I saw the old faces in front of the table turn their heads, and at the same time lock their eyes on Qi Liang's body, which suddenly made Qi Liang's scalp tingle.

The black fat wanted to interject, but he was glared at by several old people, and he didn't dare to let go of the fart.

Seeing this, Qi Liang thought for a while, and after eating all the things in his mouth, he whispered: "I want to learn the strongest!" ”

Qi Liang said, his mind couldn't help but recall the scene that night, when he was nailed to the trunk of a tree by Zhao Ke with one hand, his fists couldn't help clenching, and he nodded: "That's right, I want to learn the strongest!" ”

"The strongest!"

Several old people looked at each other when they heard this, and their expressions were embarrassed, this thing has its own tricks, and no one dares to say who is the strongest.

At this time, I saw that the old man who had been sitting on the first seat knocked on the table, stood up and said, "Yes! ”

Qi Liang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "What is it?" ”

Several old men looked at each other, nodded to each other, seemed to agree with this answer, and said in unison: "Old rascal of musical instruments, suona!" ”

………………

The words were divided into two ends, just as Qi Liang decided to learn suona.

Zhao Ke's eyes at the other end were staring at the blue liquid that was gradually condensing in the flask in front of him.

"Going to make it?"

Zhao Ke frowned, recalling every step in his mind about Wang Na's synthesis of medicines.

This is the seventh experiment, and Zhao Ke's eyes are red, obviously he hasn't had a good rest during this time.

Looking at the dark blue liquid now, Zhao Ke's face finally gave birth to an unbearable joy.

Except for the most important dose of the drug that was replaced by Wang Na, Zhao Ke almost knew the amount of other drugs.

But Zhao Ke didn't know exactly how much the other potion was, but it didn't hinder his plan, because the materials were enough, he could experiment again and again, until he could see the dark blue potion, it would be considered successful.

In fact, Zhao Ke didn't count on her at all.

Although Wang Na submitted the treatment plan to herself, Zhao Ke also verified it, and it can be determined that there is no problem with the plan Wang Na said, as well as the equipment and synthetic drugs.

But he wouldn't really put his life in Wang Na's hands.

Zhao Ke still remembers that he was in a psychiatric hospital, seeing Wang Na imprisoned, his name written in blood on the walls, and the eyes that looked at him when he finally returned to the light.

No matter how much she hid it, she couldn't hide the light of disgust and hatred for herself.

So from the very beginning, Zhao Ke transferred the split soul to Wang Na's body, which Wang Na didn't notice at all, but she didn't know, even if Zhao Ke didn't use the split soul to spy on her.

With only the ability to interpret the notes of the stamp book, Wang Na did not have any chance.

An ant can never bite an elephant, and without a waste of strength, it will only be in vain to do anything.

"Bang!"

I saw Zhao Ke lightly knock on the flask, looking at the dark blue liquid shaking inside, his heart moved, and he quickly decided to transform.

After the flask in his hand disappeared in the blink of an eye, Zhao Ke called out the stamp album and took a look, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was finally revealed: "It's successful!" ”