Chapter 344 Xia Mi and Long’s New Year’s Eve Dinner

"By the way, did any of you get the coin?"

Su Xiaoyan asked curiously.

Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Han Ye looked at each other at the same time.

"Haha, no, no."

"I didn't eat either."

"Probably down there."

"Um."

Lu Mingfei and Han Ye exchanged words with each other, and finally Chu Zihang made the summary, and he hummed.

Su Xiaoyan looked at them strangely, her eyes wandering on the faces of the three of them. Although this lucky woman didn't care about anything other than having fun, and her observation and eyesight were basically zero, she was still a woman after all. , the excellent sixth sense that women are born with told Su Xiaoyan that these three big boys must be hiding something from her.

Aha, she was smart and quickly thought of the reason. It must be that the big boys were careless and forgot to put the coins.

Su Xiaoyan smiled softly and changed the topic. Boys' self-esteem is quite cute, isn't it?

Han Ye's drinking capacity was as good as ever. No matter how much liquor he put into his stomach, it was just like boiled water, or even worse than boiled water. The best proof was that he had never been to the bathroom once.

But Han Ye was very happy, and his eyes were shining. It was probably a rare occasion for him. Not only could he have enough to eat, but he also had several good friends with him. No, I should say good brothers.

In fact, Lu Mingfei is still curious. It is said that Han Ye should not be short of money nowadays. The allowance from Kyushu Martial Arts Club and the scholarship from Peking University's preparatory class are quite a lot of money. It is definitely enough for a student. I don’t know what happened to Han Ye, he is wandering and singing again.

But he has no interest in inquiring into other people's privacy. Maybe Han Ye has some use for money, who knows?

After eating, Han Ye simply took out his guitar, held it in his arms, plucked it twice, adjusted the tune, and sang Katyusha and Night in the Suburbs of Moscow to them at the top of his lungs. Speaking of which, it was indeed The singer is good at eating, and his singing voice is very contagious, making people feel like they are back in that exciting era.

Lu Mingfei and others stopped using their chopsticks and listened quietly. Su Xiaoyan stepped on the floor and beat time. She was eager to try and wanted to dance.

Han Ye tipped the glass upside down and tapped it with a chopstick, making a crisp sound.

He sang the Internationale with a solemn voice.

Some kind of infectious power echoes in this song.

This is a song that can bring tears to your eyes.

The ideal of equality once spread across the land of this world, fighting for a common tomorrow. The songs of that time rang among the poor farmers, among the tired workers, and in the hearts of everyone who was unwilling to be oppressed. Still remember The word gay? Wiping away the filth and filth smeared by those who are thoughtful, his true appearance is that of a partner who can die together for his ideals.

Han Ye said in Russian at the end of the song.

"Come on, dear Davari, let us crush capitalism together!"

This is what Lenin once said.

It still makes me wet my eyes every time I think about it.

Su Xiaoyan applauded, and Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang also applauded. Perhaps in this era, there are very few people who know that fire burned through the years, but the power of music is enough to connect the soul and convey that emotion.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, they packed up and set off to the city square.

On the way, Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei and Han Ye gathered together and muttered.

"Where are the coins?"

After raising this serious question, the three of them looked at each other.

“I got one!

Han Ye confessed first.

"Why don't you take it out!"

Lu Mingfei questioned.

"Hey, um, chew it up. Aren't you afraid of scaring auntie?"

Han Ye scratched his head.

The scene was eerily quiet for a moment, and the three of them looked at each other in silence.

Han Ye looked at Lu Mingfei and then at Chu Zihang.

He gradually came to his senses.

"Could it be that you also..."

"I got one."

Chu Zihang said.

Lu Mingfei coughed twice.

"Two for me."

They shook their heads. It was a mistake. They were just thinking about the custom of putting coins. Whoever gets the coin will have good luck. But these three heroes are not normal people. They are hybrids and warriors. This coin is not an alchemy tool. If you don't pay attention, with their terrifying biting force, you won't chew it in a few or two, but chew it and squeeze it into iron slag. By the time you react, it's too late, spit it out and say happily, haha, I got a coin! You also have to make Su Xiaoyan believe that this meat-like iron slag is a coin. She doesn't know that there are hybrids. What if she is scared? How to explain to her? Do you want Lu Mingfei to comfort her and say aunt? Don’t panic, the reason why this coin is like this is not because it has quality problems, it’s just because we are not human beings. By the way, speaking of which, your son is not human either, he is a mixed race. Hahaha, isn’t it surprising? Look at our eyes. It also lights up, blin blin, super interesting, right?

Lu Mingfei just likes to talk nonsense, but he is not stupid.

Taking into account Su Xiaoyan's factors, the three of them unanimously chose to endure all this silently. There was nothing to eat. No matter how good the digestion ability of mixed-race species was, these were coins and they were extremely dirty. They hid them in their mouths. I found an opportunity to spit it out quickly, then pretended to be nonchalant, and passed the test perfectly.

When they arrived, there was a New Year's countdown activity here. The square was packed. They watched the countdown in the surging crowd. When the last ten seconds came, people spontaneously shouted along.

They counted from ten to one. When the countdown reached zero and the new year arrived, countless fireworks rose into the sky, making people's faces glow red. They cheered, hugged strangers, and stood in the hustle and bustle of the sky. They yelled Happy New Year at the top of their lungs in each other's ears, and then laughed.

Two years have passed since the bittersweet year of 2008. The people of this country used a grand event to prove their great revival to the world. However, God seemed to be deliberately testing this nation. The earthquake made the people of this land feel even more painful. , but suffering cannot sink this nation. They will continue to move forward, no matter how many setbacks they have, they cannot stop their progress.

Now it is 2010, a new future is waving to them, and vision is always beautiful, so they are happy at this moment.

Lu Mingfei was also in the crowd of people celebrating. He heard Han Ye shouting Happy New Year to him. The boy shouted and jumped with a smile on his face. He also heard Chu Zihang's deep voice, passing through The noisy crowds rang in my ears, and he said Happy New Year, so good, so good.

But Lu Mingfei always felt that something was missing.

But what's missing?

He heard a crisp voice behind him saying Happy New Year.

Then the owner of the voice laughed, and all the fireworks and bustle in the world faded away, becoming background sounds. Listen carefully to his words.

He called him gently.

"elder brother."

The distant world suddenly came closer, the sound of fireworks exploding was deafening, and the brass bell hung at the end of the sky and earth, like the corpse of a saint.

Lu Mingfei turned around hurriedly, his eyes passing through one figure after another, trying to find the polite dead child.

However, it cannot be found.

Everything just seemed to be just an illusion, an unrealistic dream. Now that he woke up from the dream, he was still here, but the little boy who called him brother didn't know where he was.

Chu Zihang noticed Lu Mingfei's abnormality and turned around. The two people's eyes collided. At this moment, the sound of excited horse hooves was like thunder, and they were about to cast their fate to death, following their heartbeats from the horizon to the eyes. of a shot.

Who is roaring.

It has the majesty inherited from eternity.

The sound of horse hooves, the sound of thunder, gods, devils, everything all fade away.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I heard that."

From a long time ago, to be specific, it was the day he and Old Tang met for the first time. No, maybe even earlier, it was the day Lu Mingfei showed his martial arts to the little devil for the first time.

Lu Mingfei was just thinking.

What is the little devil doing?

Gradually, from clues, bit by bit, Lu Mingfei came to a conclusion.

The little devil is probably fighting.

Fight unknown enemies.

The sound of horse hooves signifies the enemy's approach.

Maybe this is part of the end, who knows?

Since Silent Hill, he has seen the little devil less and less often, almost on his fingers. This guy seems to be entangled with something and can't get away. Even if he finally meets him, he is in a hurry and can't say much. A word will separate them.

Lu Mingfei could feel a sense of urgency getting closer and closer.

The end of the world is 2012, and on that January and day of that year, all the answers will be revealed.

But until then.

What will happen to the little devil?

Lu Mingfei thought of the little devil he saw on the day of the 3E exam. He shed golden blood. The little devil was injured. The little devil, who was always calm and calm as if he had everything under control, was actually injured.

Half a year has passed since then.

What about the little devil now?

Lu Mingfei didn't know.

He raised his head, and the fireworks blooming in the night were reflected in the starry sky and in his eyes.

"time is limited."

…………

The capital, the subway, the country of the dead.

The great dragon crouched on the ground, in a puppy-like posture, and his rugged dragon tail swung from side to side, showing a bit of joy.

The dragon's neck is surrounded by a huge piece of white cloth. The color is so pure and the style is so neat that one can't help but think it is the French flag.

Xia Mi raised her hand, and the big roast duck flew into the air. She held the knife, and a cold light shot out for a moment. The dragon's golden eyes widened. In his breathless gaze, pieces of duck were as thin as cicada wings. The meat fell like snowflakes, landing squarely on the dough. The dragon flapped its forelimbs excitedly, and the majestic iron face made a deep sound.

"Sister is so awesome! Sister is so awesome! Sister is so awesome!"

Xia Mi calmly sheathed the knife, but when he heard the dragon's words, he couldn't help but feel the veins in his forehead jump. He jumped up and down with a black face and waved his fist at the dragon's stupid face.

"I told you I'm the younger sister! I'm the younger sister!"

Fenrir shrank his neck in embarrassment, and the frequency of his tail wagging slowed down, appearing cautious.

Seeing him like this, Xia Mi was so angry that he didn't know what to do. He could only snort, took out the small notebook he carried with him, and added an amount, "Very good, Chu Zihang's debt +1" .

Xia Mi nodded with satisfaction and put away the notebook. Our beautiful girls are so considerate.

She continued to prepare dinner. Oh no, this meal was no ordinary dinner. In human terms, it was called New Year's Eve dinner.

It is also a meal eaten by family members.

She served the roast duck with shredded cucumbers and green onions, and spread the sauce on it. Fenrir put his huge head on his front paws and looked at Xia Mi quietly. He moved his nose from time to time, then narrowed his eyes and revealed a Goofy smile.

Xia Mi is preparing food for herself. After all, the delicate work of slicing roast duck is completely meaningless to her brother. As for what Fenrir eats, roast duck is also roast duck, but there is no need to slice it. Xia Mi brushes it with three layers. Sauce, looked at Fenrir, and applied another layer helplessly. Fenrir almost jumped up with joy, but he still didn't jump up, and was stopped by Xia Mi's stern look.

It's probably similar to the intimidating skill "Mother's Gaze".

Xia Mi wrapped the whole roast duck in dough and stuffed it with two peeled cucumbers and green onions. It was such a bold and wild dish. I don’t know how many chefs were stunned when they saw it. I don’t know how many of them were sad and angry. It's blasphemy! It's betrayal! It is disrespectful to roast duck and an ominous food!

Xia Mi threw up the ominous food, Fenrir raised his head like lightning, opened his mouth, stretched out his tongue, rolled up the oversized BJ roast duck, chewed it three or two times, moved his throat, and swallowed it into his belly.

Fenrir patted his belly happily.

Xia Mi's hands were shaking.

That's all angry.

Fenrir happily patted his belly a few times, and gradually realized that something was wrong. Why was his sister shaking, and her face looked so ugly...

Without even thinking about it, with Fenrir's rich experience, he quickly realized that this was a sign of Xia Mi's anger.

He slowly lay down, his majestic iron face made a flattering smile, his tail wagged, the king of earth and mountains acted coquettishly towards the girl.

He said.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry."

"Sister is not angry anymore."

He wanted to lick Xia Mi with his tongue. This was Fenrir's way of expressing intimacy, but he remembered how his sister was furious the last time he did this. She ignored him for three full months after that. At that time, Fenrir Er Yilong huddled up alone in the dungeon, counting the time when his sister would come, but counting on his fingers was no longer enough, and he had to start counting from scratch in agony.

Speaking of which, those days were really difficult.

Fenrir shuddered, rolled his eyes with lingering fear, and closed his mouth tightly to prevent the disobedient tongue from coming out on its own, which would be the end of it.

Xia Mi chuckled.

Laughing and shaking his head.

She was really helpless.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry."

"We've eaten."

Fenrir nodded happily.

"Great!"

After getting his sister's permission, he quietly took out a remote control and turned on the TV with a solemn and almost pious attitude.

The 42-inch LCD screen TV and two stereo speakers are completely equipped as a home theater. Fenrir has never seen this before. As he watched and listened, His Majesty the Dragon King's mouth slowly opened wide, and he spoke in a series of words. Water dripped down.