Only by rejecting the Goddess can God become stronger

While everyone was chatting, the old dean also returned to the courtyard.

Seeing that so many children he had brought up had grown up, the old dean smiled happily for a moment.

"They're all back, okay, okay."

The old dean looked around the crowd with a smile on his face. He couldn't remember the faces of many people present.

But just seeing everyone, the familiar intimacy arises from the heart.

"Dean."

"Grandpa Dean."

Everyone greeted them cordially, which attracted the dean to nod again and again: "Everything is fine, everything is fine, come on, hurry up and sit in the room, the food is ready, although there is no good wine or meat, but you can eat as much as you want."

When Yu Fan was a child in the orphanage, the conditions here were still very harsh, and he often couldn't even get enough to eat.

Now that many years have passed, although the environment is still dilapidated, at least I can eat enough.

Everyone also joked that they didn't want to eat good wine and meat, but wanted to taste the taste of childhood.

While joking, people walked into the house in groups of twos and threes.

The children gathered around, playing enthusiastically.

Everything made Yu Fan feel so warm, as if he had returned to the scene where he played with everyone here when he was a child.

Soon, everyone was seated in the room. Nearly twenty adults sat on a large table, and the children sat on the surrounding tables, chairs, benches or directly on the ground.

After some reminiscence, a person on the table suddenly took out a radio.

"Dean, I know you like to listen to music. When I come back this time, I specially bought you an old-fashioned radio."

Others followed suit and took out gifts one after another.

They brought gifts to all the children here, and the hardest dean naturally couldn't live without.

"Dean, I saw you often hugging the teapot in the past, and I brought you two bags of good tea."

"I have nothing to show for it. I brought you two home-raised native chickens to mend your body and put them outside."

"I made a suit of clothes for you."

"I brought a bottle of good wine, Wuliangye, Dean, please accept it."

Someone brought up a bottle of white wine, but Hong Jianming said strangely: "Wuliangye, what are you drinking? If you want to drink, drink this."

thump.

A bottle of exquisitely packaged white wine was placed on the table by Hong Jianming, making a loud noise.

Everyone immediately recognized the wine: "Hey, Moutai? Yes, brother Ming, bring such a good wine."

A bottle of Moutai on the market has been priced at more than 2000 a bottle, and it may not be possible to get it. Hong Jianming is indeed willing to bring such a bottle.

However, Qiao Er added next to him: "This is the Golden Ping Moutai. It is a special collection of Moutai company as a gift to big customers. It has been sold for [-] bottles in the market, and there is no market for it. Most people buy it if they have money." No, this thing is much better than ordinary Moutai."

When the words came out, everyone was shocked.

They are all ordinary people, and they never thought that such a bottle would cost 3 yuan.

It's worth half a year's salary.

Hong Jianming pretended to be modest and smiled: "It's just a gimmick, and the taste is not much different from ordinary Moutai."

Xu Wan'er smiled and said, "I hear what you mean, did you drink it before?"

"hey-hey."

Hong Jianming smiled and acquiesced.

In fact, he himself has never drank Jin Ping Moutai, but he heard a famous person mention it before.

As for the bottle in front of me, it was also a gift from a brother I met in the Xinjie District project.

He was not willing to drink it, so he brought it to the dean, and by the way, pretended to be a wave.

In order to pretend to be in place, he specially mentioned Qiao Er or two before he came, and only then did Qiao Er's preciousness just now.

Judging from everyone's reaction, this wave of wine is well-prepared, and this bottle of wine is not considered a waste.

"Jianming has a heart."

The dean looked at the wine bottle carefully for a long time, opened it and smelled it, showing an expression of enjoyment.

He is a wine drinker, and he thinks he can smell the wine if it is good or bad.

But he didn't want to enjoy it alone, but greeted everyone: "Come on, it's rare that everyone can come back to see me, an old man, and the children. Everyone has a drink, let's have a drink first."

Such a good wine, even people who don't drink, want to taste it now, and they don't refuse.

Yu Fan and Lan Xin also poured a small glass and toasted with everyone.

The wine glass was put down, and everyone's gifts were almost delivered, but Yu Fan didn't express anything.

Naturally, Hong Jianming would not skip it easily, and directly brought the topic to Yu Fan.

"Yu Fan, you come back here with nothing in your hands, you won't show your heart?"