"But you don't hate wine so much. Xie Junhe teased casually, but found that his words were so pale and weak.

His eyes were still closed, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he calmed down again: "It's a nightmare, Junhe." A nightmare created by Jiang Shaoyun. I'm so afraid that one day, he will plant such a nightmare in everyone's heart......"

Xie Junhe stared at this overly thin body in a daze, and suddenly remembered that on the street twelve years ago, the smile as warm as the sun, and the confidence that spread into the clouds, he was really a little sad. It seems that it has not yet reached the age of lamenting the unforgiving years, but it seems that there are always some things that are inadvertently getting old.

There are too many things that he can't let go of that need him to protect, so that the original ambition to break through the four directions is only silently entrenched in the narrow black stone cliff, like an eagle with folded wings, the only unquenchable fighting spirit, watching.

"Don't be bitter, accompany me to push a game of sand table. Chu Tao waved his hand to cheer up, took a box of counting chips from the shelf, and scattered it on the large sand table in the study. On this sand table, there is still a topographic map of the Beacon Fire Ridge - Bilian Island.

Playing the sand table in the middle of the night? Xie Junhe said impatiently: "Senior Feng is the master, what's the use of looking for me? The only time I won you before the battle of Bilian Continent was because you deliberately let me, so that Senior Feng could rest assured of me." ”

"Forget it, until my hands can play the song in its entirety, he doesn't want to see me, an unqualified student. ”

Xie Junhe looked at his hand, which was not very dexterous so far, and there was a bit of an indescribable taste. Now there is only a sand table that can make Chu Tao proud. Barely playing the strings, the sound is unbearable, I really don't know when I will be able to play the long river chant. The dragon sword hanging on the wall was also heavily dusted.

Chu Tao's hand was fiddling with the wooden calculation chip: "Fight with me for a game, push three obstacles and four times? Xie Ye is so big!"

Xie Junhe smiled slightly bitterly. I should have persuaded him to rest, but when I saw his eyes blazing in front of this sand table, I knew that this long night was difficult to kill. had no choice but to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman: "What is not a score, see how I clean you up!"

Each has a plan, each territory, and a piece of colorful colors spreads out on the sand table.

You fight for me, you attack and defend me, the cold room suddenly became lively in front of the fire, and with the beating of the fire, the two big children who were no longer young fought and argued.

Time passes imperceptibly.

It wasn't until Chu Tao wiped out Xie Junhe's forces one by one, trapped him in the dead corner of the sand table, and hugged his arms with satisfaction, that Xie Junhe found that in front of the house, the slender shadow stood silently, and the pale plain face bloomed quietly, like a deep valley orchid.

"Ahem!" Xie Junhe deliberately cleared his throat and gave Chu Tao a look. Chu Tao raised his head as if he was awake from a dream, saw her at a glance, was stunned, and said softly: "Lan?"

With her eyes lowered and her face full of clouds, Wei Lan was shy: "I made some snacks and planned to send them to Shiyu Xuehai." There was just a leftover, so I boiled another bowl of ginseng soup......"

Awkward silence.

"Yo, there's something delicious!" Xie Junhe's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the tray and brought it to the table. The pastries of various shapes smacked their lips rather ruffianly and stretched out their black paws. The claws froze in mid-air, not knowing where to start. If you look closely, it is clear that these pastries are all in pairs, and they are mandarin duck cakes and butterfly cakes.