Two men in black cloaks stroll along the old streets of the old town.

The bluestone under my feet has been polished for many years, and it has a glaze texture under the light, and it feels smooth when you step on it.

Snowflakes were falling in the sky, and under the light, it seemed to be slowed down.

The fireworks have dissipated, but the pungent smell of gunpowder remains in the air.

On the street, I occasionally saw a few naughty boys chasing and fighting back and forth until they were driven home by an angry parents, holding their ears and kicking their butts.

"Old Chen, you can actually..." He wanted to speak but stopped. Looking at the middle-aged man beside him, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Mr. Chen slowly took off the [Faceless] from his face and revealed his original appearance.

It was a angular face, a hooked nose, and a cicada's eyes.

In the underworld, after being nourished by the breath of the underworld and blessing of the Five Fortune Pig, Mr. Chen now looks more like a middle-aged man in his prime.

However, the young Mr. Chen, who was young, lost his youthful spirit.

There is only a lot of prosperity and calmness. Looking at the buildings around him that are older than him, he said calmly:

“Before I died, I felt I had nothing to regret.

But when I died, I felt that there were still many things that were not completed.

But now I'm back and suddenly I feel that these things have become unimportant again."

As he said that, Old Chen looked at him: "That's how people are, there are endless people, but if one hole is filled, you will always fill the next one...

Not perfect is actually not a kind of happiness!”

Mr. Chen feels very lucky to be able to be today.

He doesn't know how long this luck will last, but it is hard-won and is worth cherishing.

As for the third brother, the young master refined a spiritual energy pill and left it to him as a gift for the New Year.

This psychic elixir is a reduced version of Ding Xiaoyi's reduction of weight.

This is not a stingy person.

But after truly experiencing the feeling of almost thrusting myself out.

Especially reduced the dosage.

Otherwise, with the original Psychic Pill, few people would probably be able to withstand it.

Not to mention the third brother who is already old.

But even so, Ding Xiaoyi dared not guarantee that there would be no problem.

After all, the essence of the psychic energy that is refined and processed after it is first processed and concentrated, both in quality and quantity, are amazingly large.

Mr. Chen was full of confidence in this.

He knew very well that what bothered his third brother was not entirely physical, but the most important thing was the psychological lock.

As the two of them talked, they had already walked to the streets of Mashi Street.

Ding Xiaoyi felt a little ashamed when he looked at his dark house.

I promised to take good care of the house, but this time I went out for so long.

Take out the key and open the door lock.

When I pushed the door, the dark yard was filled with thick snowflakes, broken leaves and branches.

Cobwebs have been hung in the corner of the wall.

Naturally, there is a layer of thick floating ash on the doors and windows.

"The house is good!"

After taking a closer look, Old Man Chen nodded and praised.

Even if the housing prices in the old city are not high, such a courtyard-style house is of great value.

Even though you don’t look old, you can understand it if you know how to enjoy life.

Such a house.

Perhaps there is no scenery in the distance from the tall building.

There is no luxury decoration in hardcover.

But there are flowers and grass, and there are trees and courtyards.

Birds sing in spring.

The summer is cool and cool.

The blue tiles rings when the rain blows.

The snow sprinkles white frost like a painting.

This is the residence that people yearn for.

Of course, for the majority of otakus, the most important thing is wifi and air conditioning.

Ding Xiaoyi stepped into the courtyard, and a storm rolled up wherever he passed. A powerful sucked in, and the surrounding snow and dust suddenly gathered into a snowball.

In a blink of an eye, the spider webs and dust in the corners of the wall were swept clean.

The huge house suddenly turned out to be renewed.

Mr. Chen found a pen and inkstone and some red paper in the room.

These are all things left by Madam Zhang before.

Mr. Chen just happened to be able to use it. In addition to cooking skills, he, who loves Xia people's poetry and prose, is afraid that he can show off his skills. This is a beautiful Weibei.

He spent a lot of effort to find a stone tablet to copy it.

A happy couplet was written and posted outside the door.

At this time, Ding Xiaoyi had already cleaned up the room.

The warm lights in the room are turned on.

Finally, this old house that has not been seen for a long time has restored some popularity.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and it was New Year's Eve again, the store closed early.

Otherwise, let Mr. Chen buy some vegetables and some wine.

Sitting in the room, watching the heavy snow outside and drinking wine, this little day is comfortable to think about.

At the moment, I can only lie on the sofa and watch the so-called large-scale juggling opera party.

Mr. Chen enjoyed it very much, and after sending a text message to Wang Jialiang asking him about Wang Qi.

I can only take out my cell phone and surf the Internet.

Bored, he even began to miss the wild woman's abuse.

Fortunately, this boring time did not last long.

While looking at the video screen bored, Ding Xiaoyi was sweating coldly for him as he watched the anchor in the video screen, and actually slipped into the edge of Area 25, grabbing a big black lobster and shouting wildly.

That thing is not a lobster, it is clearly a poisonous insect. I hope this guy still has the fate to see tomorrow's sun.

"Buzz..." At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

At first glance, it was Wang Jialiang's phone number.

After Ding Xiaoyi pressed the answer button, he heard Wang Jialiang deliberately lowering his voice.

"Xiao Yi, are you back? I'll go find you wherever you are!"

"At home, why are you running to my house on New Year's Eve? Don't you wish my family a happy New Year in the morning?"

It is said that New Year's Eve is to guard Tai Sui.

Although it is feudal superstition, many Xia people still maintain this tradition after all.

Besides, it's so late, what's this guy doing here?

"Don't mention it!"

Wang Jialiang's voice on the phone was crying.

Ding Xiaoyi was shocked. This guy was a master who killed people without blinking on the battlefield and a goddess that everyone worshipped.

Why does it feel like I feel like I am almost collapsed when I listen to the sound?

Wang Jialiang was unwilling to say anything. After confirming that he was in the old house, he hung up the phone and rushed to the side.

…………

It was snowing heavily.

Wang Zhao, who had just said goodbye to several comrades, was strolling alone on the empty streets.

My heart is always empty and I don’t know what to do.
To be continued...