Magnificent chandeliers hang from the high ceiling of the ballroom, which shine like stars, reflecting the warm and solemn atmosphere of the banquet.

The main body of the chandelier is made of delicate brass plated with a golden sheen, like a jewel-like work of art. Each arm is carved with delicate patterns and curves, exuding an ancient and ornate atmosphere.

Crystal pendants hang around the lamp body, and they are crystal clear, like tiny stars hanging in the night sky. Under the illumination of the lights, the crystal pendant shimmers with a multicolored light, creating a mysterious and dreamy atmosphere.

Star-Lord and Hawkeye raised their glasses at the banquet, smiling and touching lightly, the crisp sound of the glass echoing in the air. The starlight is like water, and at the moment when they raise their glasses, their eyes meet, as if they have passed through the tunnel of time and returned to that long and bumpy time.

"Forty years, brother, what a long time." Hawkeye said with a smile, the amber liquid in the glass glittering in the light.

Star-Lord nodded, a touch of affection flashing in his eyes, "Yes, we have all been through too much in forty years. ”

The two looked through the amber liquid in the wine glass, as if they saw the ups and downs and bitterness in each other's hearts.

"I've been fighting the Church of Truth for many years."

Star-Lord took a deep breath, his eyes glinting with the pain of the past, "It was an uphill battle, and the darkness of the universe consumed almost everything. But we can't give in, we can't let those crazy cultists destroy the entire universe. ”

Hawkeye listened silently, his eyes full of understanding. He knew that Quill's experience was not easy, and how cruel and tragic the alien war was.

"And you, Clint?" Star-Lord asked curiously, "What have you been through on Earth in the past forty years?" ”

Hawkeye smiled lightly, a hint of bitterness flashing in his eyes, "In the wasteland of Earth, every day is a challenge to survive. The world there is no longer what we are familiar with, it has become barren and cruel. But I firmly believe that we cannot give up, even in times of despair. ”

Star-Lord listened, feeling Hawkeye's will. They are all people who have gone through too many hardships and faced the dangers of the universe with tenacity and will.

"We're all survival fighters, Clint." Star-Lord raised his glass, his tone full of respect, "For the past forty years, we have all been holding on and fighting for the peace of the universe. ”

Hawkeye nodded, mixed emotions surging in his eyes. Their conversation brought the past to life, and the forty years of vicissitudes converged into a hot tear at this moment.

"This cup is for our struggles and for the universe in the future." Star-Lord said heroically.

The glasses touched again, and the amber liquor churned in the glass. In their slightly drunk eyes, they couldn't help but shed a tear, which was the emotion of the years, the persistence of life, and the cherishing of friendship.

In the cheerful atmosphere of the banquet, the conversation between Star-Lord and Hawkeye became a different scenery in this victory banquet. Their tears are a testimony of the years, and they are the truest portrayal of life.

Hawkeye put down his glass, looked at Star-Lord, and suddenly smiled and said, "You know what? Over the years, I have struggled in the wasteland, but my family has always been my most important pillar. I have a daughter who is now in her teens. ”

When Star-Lord heard this, his originally relaxed expression suddenly became tense, as if he was deeply touched by an indescribable feeling.

Hawkeye sensed Star-Lord's change and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, Star-Lord?" Is there anything that makes you feel bad? ”

Star-Lord struggled to contain his emotions and sobbed for a moment, then took a deep breath and looked up at Hawkeye. His slightly trembling lips struggled to speak, "I used to have a daughter, but she was killed by the Church of Universal Truth. ”

Speaking of this, Star-Lord's voice became low and vicissitudes, and his eyes were filled with deep remorse and pain. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face, then raised his glass and watched the ripples in the wine.

The amber liquid in the cup swayed slightly, as if a drunken starlight was swimming in it. He gently shakes the glass, and the liquor dances to a gorgeous melody.

The light penetrates the amber liquid in the cup and is refracted by tiny ripples to create a deep and captivating brilliance. Star-Lord stares at the scene, immersed in the wondrous world of the booze, and his mind goes back to the past.

The wine in the glass is like the stars in the starry sky, shimmering and telling a thousand words. Star-Lord felt the precipitation of the years and the flow of life, and this glass of wine became a container of time, carrying the joys and sorrows of his past.

Hawkeye was shocked, he couldn't believe his ears. At such a moment of celebration, I actually heard such a sad past. A flash of compassion flashed in his eyes, understanding the pain in Star-Lord's heart.

"Star-Lord, I. I don't know what to say. Hawkeye's voice also became somber, and he looked deeply at Star-Lord, conveying silent condolences.

Star-Lord held back his emotions and forced a strong smile, "It's okay, buddy, it's a thing of the past, and we're celebrating victory over the Devourer of Planets. Let's cherish the happiness in front of us and toast to the future. ”

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Star-Lord and Hawkeye gently clinked their glasses together, the crisp sound echoing through the ballroom. This simple and ceremonial gesture is a tacit tribute to each other's tenacity and life course.

The eyes of the two met at the moment of clinking glasses, and at that moment, they seemed to convey many emotions that words could not express with their eyes. The amber liquor in the glass vibrates like a river in the starry sky.

Star-Lord and Hawkeye raised their glasses at the same time, above their heads. The light shines through the glasses, reflecting the resolute faces of the two heroes. They are immersed in this brief and precious moment, in which time stands still.

Then, the two of them took a sip almost at the same time, and the wine overflowed in their mouths, and the mellow flavor permeated their mouths, like a warm current warming their hearts. At this moment of drinking, they feel the fullness and joy of life.

The liquor slid down his throat and into his stomach, and a deep sense of satisfaction permeated his body. Star-Lord and Hawkeye smiled at each other, their eyes revealing respect and understanding for each other.

This is not only a clink of glasses between the two, but also a celebration of each other's hardships and common face of the cosmic crisis, and no one knows what the future will be.

At least for now, at least for now, the Earth is safe, and they don't have to play superheroes for a while.

(End of chapter)