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Xue Xiangzheng comforted Xiaowan, Kang Tong, Lei Xiaotian, and Zhu Shijun rushed in with blue faces and red and swollen eyes, Lei Xiaotian was the most anxious, and as soon as he stepped into the threshold, he cried out with a sad face: "Third brother, the old man....he went!" ”

Xue Xiang hurriedly helped Xiaowan to lean against the sand, got up and sat down with the three of them. Although he didn't have much pain, he could fully understand the mentality of these stubborn masters who were still GM generals in their bones, the death of the superstar was tantamount to the collapse of the sky and the earth for the republic, it was the collapse of a certain god in the spiritual world, far more than the shock brought to them by the Qin and Tang earthquakes. Xue Xiang didn't know how to persuade the three of them, he himself was at a loss, Xiaowan at home was still crying, and the two little guys were also depressed by everyone's sudden sadness, sitting there stupidly, staring at the TV, as if they wanted to see what was going on from this electric box.

Xue Xiangzheng tried to reassure everyone, but there was another noise in his ears, and then the door was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in. When he looked up, he saw that there were all acquaintances in the compound of the military sub-district, old and young, men and women, about thirty or forty people, all with sad faces and tear-stained eyes. He knew that people were watching TV, and even though most people had radios at home, people were still willing to watch the pictures and listen to the announcements.

Seeing everyone coming, Xue Xiang hurriedly beckoned Kang Tong and the three of them to move the TV out, he knew that there would be more people coming in a while, although this hall was large, it was not a place of mourning. Kang Tong and the three of them didn't care about the tears, got up and turned the TV to the playground of the compound where it was shown on weekdays. Xue Xiang hugged the little guy, took Xiaoyi and Xiaowan to follow behind, and went out.

As soon as Xue Xiang walked out of the gate, his ears were filled with all kinds of sounds, crying, shouting, broadcasting... It is said to be close and clear, because the mournful figures and weeping shouts that can be seen everywhere in the compound are all turned on; It is said that it is far away and ethereal, because the entire capital, and even the entire republic, is not such a scene? Isn't this the feeling that fills the heavens and the earth with the sound of converging sounds?

When Xue Xiang walked to the playground, the TV had already been set up and started broadcasting again, and the family members in the compound seemed to have come out, no one brought chairs, and there were three hundred people in the dark, standing in front of the TV for more than a dozen rows, listening to the mourning, the Internationale and the obituary on the TV over and over again. Xue Xiang took Sanxiao and stood in the last row, suddenly thought of something, greeted Xiaowan and Xiaoyi, and hugged Xiaoshi home. After a while, when he returned, he had an extra roll of black yarn and a pair of scissors in his hand, and the black yarn was exactly what he had bought outside at noon. He put down Xiao Shi, cut the black yarn into ribbons, first tied one to each of Xiao Wan's arms, and then tied it to himself, turned around and walked towards the front row of the queue.

Xue Xiang was tall, and the black yarn raised in his hand was in everyone's eyes, and he didn't wait for everyone to ask for it, he had already cut the black yarn into strips. While everyone was grieving, they all secretly praised him for being careful. After finishing the black veil, he returned to the back row, still hugged Xiao Shi, and stood aside to mourn.

This mourning is until the setting sun sets in the west, and the waning sun shines in the evening. The little guy had long been annoyed by the grief of the sky, and he had been held in Xue Xiang's arms with a sad face. At this moment, she really couldn't stand it, her little body kept writhing in Xue Xiang's arms, and she was about to cry out with a hum in her mouth. Xue Xiangzi also knew that it was not good for Xiao Yi and Xiao Shi to stay in this gloomy environment, so he walked to the front with Xiao Shi in his arms and said hello to Kang Tong and the others, turned around and led Sanxiao home. Because of his black veil just now, no one thought that he was presumptuous, so no one stopped him. (The compound is all military families, and the memorial is due.) ）

When Xue Xiang got home, he started the motorcycle, hugged the little guy in front, beckoned Xiaowan and Xiaoyi to get in the car, and drove the three of them out of the house. As soon as I got out of the alley, the car was lifted, and just after crossing the Hufang Bridge, I heard the sound of mourning music and crying. He took Sanxiao out to dispel his sorrows, so as not to be depressed and break his body, where he is willing to continue to be surrounded by this sad feeling. He beckoned Xiaowan and Xiaoyi to grab their clothes, stepped on the accelerator, and the car soared sharply. It didn't take long for the little guy to lean on Xue Xiang's chest and shout to the wind, there was no joy or sorrow in his voice, but his voice was clear, and he was obviously depressed; Xiaowan also stopped choking, and the strong wind driven by the high ground seemed to blow through every pore of her, washing her body from the inside out; Xiaoyi was stuffy between Xiaowan and Xue Xiang, his lips were tightly pursed, and the wind couldn't blow him, but the tension brought by Gao made the little sullen man have no time to think, and his mind was full of "slow down, slow down", but people just refused to say it, my sister shouted in front, cowering on my side, do you want to lose face?

Xue Xiang went all the way to the north, aiming at the Qidaling Great Wall. The Qidaling Great Wall is in the northwest of the capital, under the jurisdiction of Yanqing County, and is more than 70 kilometers away from Xue Xiang's home. He didn't care how late it was, and a visit here was tantamount to Prince Youxue's night visit to Dai. Others are for fun, he is for the three little ones to relieve their sorrows, and they will return when they are gone.

Xue Xiang set up a car under the Qidaling Great Wall, this is not the time to climb, he led Sanxiao to look at the Great Wall for a while, got on the car again, and returned. When it comes, it is like galloping, and when it returns, it is like a snail. Since the spirit of the three little ones has improved a lot, there is no need to gallop again. At that time, the bright moon is in the sky, shining thousands of miles, the cool breeze is coming, and the flowers and plants are dancing. On the occasion of this beautiful day, how could Xue Xiang live up to it. Exactly: the flowers bloom under the bright moon, and it is advisable to return slowly.

Xue Xiang carried the three small ones and walked slowly all the way. The breeze and the moon are surrounded by the present, and the dense forest cultivates bamboo, reflecting the left and right. When he got home, the little one was already full of spring breeze and smiling; Xiaoyi is also nervous when he goes, his eyes are shining, and he seems to be unfinished; Even the saddest little evening before, the meaning of grief was swept away.

Xue Xiang raised his hand and looked at the time, it was past nine o'clock, and the TV was still playing in the playground, I don't know what the relationship between Kang Tong and the three of them is now, everyone gathered to mourn, and it was expected that the three of them would not be too sad.

"Big brother, I'm hungry." The little one touched his belly and began to scream hungry. It seems that she is really hungry, and the "big guy" named Xue Xiang with a hippie smile on weekdays has also been replaced by "big brother", and the "people" has also been replaced by "me".

As soon as the little guy called out that he was hungry, Xue Xiang also croaked in his stomach, it's past nine o'clock, can you not be hungry? I didn't have enough food at noon, I hadn't eaten for more than nine hours, and I stood for so long, as soon as the word hunger was mentioned, the hunger pangs surged up like a tsunami. Xiaowan got up to go to the kitchen to pick up dinner, but was stopped by Xue Xiang: "Little baby, first take out your snacks for your second sister and third brother to pad your stomach, and the eldest brother will make dinner for you." ”

The little guy's snacks have always been collected by herself after she and Xiaoyi divide them. Xiaoyi is a sullen person, and he always likes to bring snacks to school to give to the angel Zhang Meili in his heart. He is so showy again, this gives points, that one gives points, and the reputation of generosity is in hand, and he himself has become a Nikko clan. It's not that he didn't think of the idea of beating the little guy, but the little guy's vigilance against him was amazingly high, and he often dreamed of "no stealing", so this thought could only be stillborn. The little guy is a budget-conscious "petty bourgeoisie", good snacks will be put away by her, taste a little every day, the water will flow for a long time, and the days will be called a moisturizer. At this moment, the little guy heard Xue Xiang's call, but he didn't have a childish temperament, and he didn't mention any conditions, so he responded crisply, and went back to the room, bringing out a pink bag, which was full of his treasured chocolates, sandwich biscuits and other high-end snacks. The little guy knew that his sister was very sad today, and he was a little distressed when he thought about it, so he took out his treasures, just to make his sister happy, as for the stinky third brother, let him get wet.

Xue Xiang opened the refrigerator, took out a large piece of beef, some tomatoes, and celery, and returned to the kitchen. It was getting late, everyone was so hungry that he didn't have time to cook, so he planned to make a bowl of noodles to satisfy his hunger. In his previous life, he was alone, cooking on the fire was the skill of taking care of the house, he was very bored, and he was quite good at cooking.

The coal stove was warm with water, and the new coal was replaced in the afternoon, and at this time, the flame was low, which was not suitable for cooking. Xue Xiang poked open the stove, grabbed a handful of hay, lit it, stuffed it into the stove, added two more pieces of firewood, and the stove immediately crackled and burned. The stove was built long, and two iron pots were set up in front of and behind him. He brushed the two pots, filled the first with water, waited for it to heat up, and turned to pick up vegetables.

Xue Xiang washed the beef, tomatoes, and celery, put them on the board, tied an apron, rolled up his sleeves, and began to chop vegetables. I saw him pull a knife flower, and the kitchen knife spun over the beef cube in the air, so fast that he couldn't see the blade clearly, but a piece of beef slices as thin as cicada wings were produced in the air. He didn't cut it, and in order to get a degree, he directly cut off the slices of meat. After packing up the beef, the tomatoes were neatly dismembered into eight petals with a single knife flower. After the celery leaves were removed by him, a storm of chopping was made, and the celery segments of equal thickness and uniform length were born. The cooking skills of the previous life and the skills of the present life made him feel indescribably complacent: I am not an official, but I must be first-class as a chef. Thinking about it again, there will be no poems in the future that sigh to me: Being a cook is really peerless, and it is pitiful to be a j!

When the water in the front pot was faintly boiling, Xue Xiang poured the vegetable oil into the back pot, and after pouring the oil, he turned around and went back to the closet to take out a thick tube of two catties of noodles, and put it all into the front pot that was already boiling, covered the pot, and the vegetable oil in the back pot had already burned to smoke. He took the plate of beef and carefully slid the beef into the pan, stabbing it, and an open flame came out of the pan. He hurriedly waved the spatula and stir-fried a few times, added salt, chives, garlic, dried chili peppers and other seasonings, then burned and stir-fried a few times, put in celery, after a stir-fry, poured two scoops of water, took out the lid of the front pot and covered it, and took a porcelain basin to scoop up the noodles that were still a little stiff. After the pot boils, the noodles and chopped tomatoes are put into the back pot, and after waiting for another two minutes, Xue Xiang begins to deheat.

After a pot of bright and fragrant beef noodles was served on the table, the little guy who was eating the biscuits stuffed the biscuits into Xiaoyi, who was talking bitterly, surrounded the basin, and shook his little nose, "It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant, the eldest brother is more fragrant than the second sister." "The little guy praises people, and he doesn't know how to shy away from it.

"Little baby, go wash your hands and get the dishes and chopsticks." Xue Xiang smiled, took a towel and wiped his hands.

"Okay, take four?" The little guy asked knowingly, meaning something.

Xiao Yi glanced at him, put down the cream biscuit that he had just asked for and hadn't had time to eat a piece of, and walked towards her with a bitter face. The little guy smiled proudly, shook his fleshy little body, and led the unlucky third brother away.

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