My wife is the sect leader

Poison! ?

When Tan Yun heard this, his heart was filled with grievances. It took me two hours to do this, but my uncle actually said that I poisoned.

Zhao Qingmei smiled lightly and said, "Except for the trotter, I did the rest."

"That's good, let's start. It was just a little twists and turns just now. This is just like life. After the storm, it must be sunny."

Hearing this, An Jing breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, his stomach acid was churning, and he felt a little hungry.

"Little Heizi, they won't eat it, so you eat it!"

Tan Yun picked up his pig's hand, walked to the door angrily, picked up a piece and handed it to Xiao Heizai.

Little Heizai walked over suddenly shaking his head, stuck out his tongue and licked the pig's hand, and then ran away in a hurry.

Little Heizi didn't want to eat it.

Seeing this, Tan Yun suddenly looked depressed.

"Actually, you don't have to be discouraged."

An Jing thought for a while and comforted him: "At least this time, the pig's hand is familiar. This is progress, isn't it?"

"correct."

Tan Yun's eyes lit up, "Grandpa, what you said makes sense, maybe I can do better next time."

"Come on, drink!"

An Jing's heart trembled when he heard the word "next time", he turned his head quickly, and looked at Li Fuzhou and Zhou Xianming.

"Come on, Doctor An, let's go together. This year flies by so fast. I remember that you were alone at the beginning of the year. Now that you are married, you only need to have a child."

Zhou Xianming sighed and said: "At the beginning of the year, I was still penniless, and I lived with books."

An Jing said mercilessly: "It's been a year now, and you're still penniless."

"No, I have hope now."

Hearing An Jing's words, Zhou Xianming didn't seem to be angry, but his eyes were full of hope.

An Jing picked up a piece of ribs, and said flatly: "I just hope you don't get old cold legs."

"My lord, what do you mean by that?" Li Fuzhou asked with a smile while holding the chopsticks in his hand.

An Jing put down his chopsticks and clinked a glass with Li Fuzhou, and said, "Mr. Zhou, his physique is poor, and he is often prone to wind and cold."

"Don't listen to Dr. An's nonsense, my physique is not bad."

Zhou Xianming quickly explained: "In the past... when the third master didn't come, I seldom went to Goulan to listen to the music with money, but Zhou only loved the sound of silk and bamboo, and often stood outside the painting boat to listen. At that time, the clothes were also very thin. After standing for a long time, the cold wind blew, so I often felt dizzy, so I went to the hospital to show Dr. Xiaoan. He said that I had a cold, and the cold wind blowing every night is not good. , but then I seldom get colds..."

If you don't really like it, who would like to be a dog licker?

"Oh? Why is that?" Li Fuzhou asked again: "Could it be that the cold wind stopped blowing later? Some money went into the fence?"

Zhou Xianming shook his head and said, "Doctor An said that blowing cold wind is not good, so I won't ask him later."

Li Fuzhou shook the wine glass in his hand when he heard it.

After Zhao Qingmei refilled a glass of wine for An Jing, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She didn't expect Zhou Xianming to be such an affectionate person this week.

"I didn't expect you all had already drunk it."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

The person who came was none other than Han Wenxin, with two jars of spirits in his hands.

"Han Butou sit down, Tan Yun, go and fill the bowl and chopsticks."

Zhao Qingmei said hello.

An Jing smiled and said, "I'm right, Brother Han will definitely come back, and he brought two bottles of old wine, no more, no less, this must be a good wine from Uncle Han."

Han Wenxin couldn't save money in his pocket, and spent it whenever he had it. Last year at this time, when he and An Jing had wine, he stole the good wine that Han Ju hid in the cellar.

"Brother An, who knows me."

Han Wenxin laughed, and then sat next to Zhou Xianming, "Mr. Li, Mr. Zhou, you are going to the capital, and there will be fewer opportunities to drink in the future. How can I not come?"

Zhou Xianming raised his wine glass and said eloquently, "When I come back from high school, please get drunk before you rest."

Han Wenxin shook his head and said, "When you fail the college entrance examination, I will invite you to listen to the music."

Crude head catcher!

When Zhou Xianming heard Han Wenxin's words, his teeth itched with anger.

"Come, have a drink."

An Jing got up and looked at the moonlight outside, "The last day of Xingping's 13th year, let's celebrate with a toast."

Before I knew it, it had been eleven years, how fast the days passed.

"The Spring Festival should be a new beginning." Zhou Xianming's face was flushed.

"Yes, the old ones won't go, and the new ones won't come. I wish Brother An a big fat boy next year." Han Wenxin said winkingly.

"New year, new atmosphere, the new year is like my jacket, it can be prosperous."

"Come on, it's all in the wine."

.......

Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.

Outside the house is the West Building with a full moon, thousands of lights, the countless laughter inside the house, and the "cracking" firecrackers outside the house.

Everyone toasted and celebrated, with smiles in their eyes.

Tan Yun wiped his mouth, breathed a long sigh of relief, and made up his mind: In the new year, I must find the whereabouts of that swordsman, definitely.

Li Fu swept through the crowd one by one on Monday, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, such a peaceful and warm day may come to an end for him.

Looking back many years later, those peaceful days buried in the gravel seem to know that it is the best.

For each of them, it is also a precious treasure. In their long life, it is more precious than anything else and worth recalling.

"What a strong drink."

Han Wenxin wiped away the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, "Happy! Happy!"

Zhou Xianming said calmly: "Han Butou, come and taste this pork knuckle, moisten your mouth, Dr. An agreed."

.........

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Everything in the world has a feast, so it will be closed for 1000 years, and there must be a day of separation.

An Jing sent away the complacent Zhou Xianming and the slightly drunk Han Wenxin one by one, and then walked home in small steps.

Tan Yun and Zhao Qingmei were cleaning up the leftovers on the table.

"Where is the third master?"

An Jing asked.

While wiping the table, Zhao Qingmei said: "Third Master said he was happy and drank a little too much, so he went back to rest first."

An Jing heard that he nodded, the old man was a bit withdrawn, but judging by his drinking posture today, he was indeed drunk, and he drank one jar of the two new jars of wine that Han Wen brought later.

"Uncle, when are we going to set off the fireworks?" Tan Yun thought of something and asked.

She remembers very clearly that An Jing bought a lot of fireworks when she went to the market a few days ago, and she still hasn't let them go.

"Then let it go now, let's go."

An Jing smiled.

"Okay."

Zhao Qingmei smiled lightly.

"Let's go, let's set off the fireworks. I like watching fireworks the most." Tan Yun threw the rag in his hand on the table excitedly.

Then the three of them came to the front hall with fireworks in their arms.

Although it is already dark at this moment, the lights of thousands of houses can still be seen on the street, as well as the sound of laughter.

"Grandpa, hurry up, I'm already seated."

Tan Yun climbed to the roof with Xiao Heizai in his arms, and shouted to An Jing below.

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun, then sighed heavily to make her happy, maybe she forgot about the poisoning.

"call out!"

The entire street was suddenly brightly lit, colorful, sweeping across the vast, vast night sky.

That radiant light flickered and was reflected on the pupils of Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun, revealing an intoxicating light.

"Qing Mei, you really worked hard today."

An Jing looked at the soft face and said softly.

Since Er Gouzi and San Mazi left, he spent most of the year alone, until last year when Han Wenxin found out that he was alone, he came to drink with him until midnight with two jars of wine.

"so beautiful."

Tan Yun looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of colors.

The fireworks in the world touch the hearts of mortals.

For some reason, the figure of the swordsman and those eyes always appeared in her mind, and then transformed into the appearance of An Jing.

Tan Yun shook his head again and again, and then he became flustered again, "Let's watch the fireworks carefully."

Little Heizai rarely moved, lying beside Tan Yun's legs, quietly watching the fireworks above the sky.

"I want to hear you sing again." Zhao Qingmei murmured as she watched the sky full of fireworks.

"Okay."

An Jing looked at the fireworks all over the sky and smiled, then gently pressed Zhao Qingmei's ear and said: "...the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you... …”

Zhao Qingmei's eyes seemed to be full of water, and then slowly stretched out her hands to hug An Jing tightly.

"I'll sing it a few more times later, I like to listen to it."

"it is good."

"Brother, what New Year's resolution did you just make?"

"Telling others won't work."

"But I'm not someone else."

"Well...my New Year's resolution is a new year, long life."

.........

Above the starry sky, the fireworks are colorful and beautiful, and some people are like fireworks in this world.

.........

.........

In the 14th year of Xingping, the first day of January.

A new year is also a new beginning.

The earth is covered with silver, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sound of firecrackers is continuous. Many people from the city gather on the streets to celebrate the new year, which is very lively.

"Madam, I'm going out to pay New Year's greetings, and I'll be back soon."

An Jing casually found an excuse, and went out with the medicine box on his back.

"Um!?"

Looking at An Jing's back, Tan Yun recovered from his sleepy state: "Master, you still have to carry a medicine box on your back in New Year's greetings? It's really strange."

For some reason, she became more and more curious about the medicine box.

"No, I must find a time to open it and see if my uncle has hidden money in it."

"Okay, remember to come back early."

And Zhao Qingmei was in the room, she responded, and carefully found the diary from the closet, with a hint of charm in her brows, she slowly picked up the pen.