Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

"You bloodthirsty murderers, don't run away!"

Seeing that the two were about to run away, Yun Zhuo immediately ignored the surprised visitor and struggled to get up.

However, before he could take a step forward, his body swayed suddenly because of the injuries he suffered just now, and at the same time, he felt his sleeves sinking—Situ Lin's hand was pulled up.

"Yun Zhuo."

The man shook his head with a pale face, and his tone was trembling because of the palm in his abdomen: "Don't chase after the poor, Taoist Duan's injury is urgent, and the most important thing is to heal it quickly."

Yun Zhuo was rather unwilling to be stopped like this, but after the two of them argued, the ghost king and ghost girl took advantage of the situation and ran away.When he lowered his head, he saw Situ Lin's expression of pain again, so he pondered for a while, and could only sigh.

He helped him up, and said with relief: "Okay, okay, stop chasing, brother Lin, don't worry. Let's find my second brother first."

After finishing speaking, he stretched Situ Lin's unopened left arm and put it on his shoulder. The two of them limped and moved two steps like brothers and sisters. Welcome to the mouth quickly.

"Bai Ze-jun."

Situ Lin cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for saving me."

"Mr. Situ is polite."

Yun Chen nodded slightly in return, but he didn't care about it.

Since he just entered the town, his gaze has been locked by Yun Zhuo beside Situ Lin. The emotion in his eyes is half unbelievable, half stunned and shocked. Also did not say.

There was an instant silence in the small street.

After a long time, the elegant young man in plain clothes seemed to finally accept the fact, he took a long breath, shook his head in a still unsteady voice and said: "I heard that child Ning You said that the situation was urgent, so I took a few Disciple Yu Jian has rushed over... who knows, who knows that he is here..."

At this point, I choked up again, as if I couldn't believe that everything in front of me was not a dream, until I lowered my head and saw the two mechanism beasts, and then sighed: "Three years, is it really you? Third brother .”

"Second brother, it's me."

I haven't seen him for three years, looking at the elegant young man who used to have a three-point smile in his eyes, his description is much thinner and duller, and thinking of all the grievances and grievances in the past, Yun Zhuo has mixed feelings in his heart.

"Third brother..."

Seeing what he was thinking, Yun Chen pondered for a while, and finally sighed: "In the past three years, every time I dream back, the accident in the Yandu Temple is still lingering, but it happened for a reason, I can't blame you..."

Yun Zhuo said nothing, just shook his head silently, and clenched his fingers tightly.

"I also asked my eldest brother to explain the reason..."

Yun Chen said again: "But he couldn't let go of Dad's death and Yun Ya's change, and he didn't listen to my explanation."

"I see."

Knowing his eldest brother's temperament, not to mention the grievances and grievances of all parties, Yun Zhuo was not surprised, and patted the man's shoulder to comfort him: "The past cannot be pursued, and the elder brother will explain it later, at least now I am back. "

"Yes, whatever."

The words fell into his ears, Yun Chen pondered for a while, and finally raised his head to look at the appearance of the person in front of him. Although his expression was unrestrained and unrestrained, he was very similar to his younger brother back then, but his appearance and posture were too strange, and he couldn't help showing doubts again: "But you how..."

"It's a long story to talk about a resurrection of the corpse led by Aunt Yinxi..."

Yun Zhuo waved his hand and didn't want to say any more: "Second brother, I'll talk about this later. Now brother Lin and I are injured, and Daoist Duan was injured by the resentful corpse, and his life is hanging by a thread. It's not too late, you first For the Taoist chief to heal his wounds, we hurried back to Wuling."

"it is good."

After all, Yun Chen is a benevolent doctor. Hearing that Duan Zhaoying was in danger, he didn't ask about Yun Zhuo any more. He just looked them up and asked, "Then your injuries are more serious?"

"It's okay."

Situ Lin shook his head, and said: "I don't know why, but the ghost king just hit him, but he didn't kill him. This injury is a bit painful, but it didn't hurt the vitals. Let's save Daoist Duan first."

Yun Chen nodded, turned around and waved his two fingers at the door of the hut.

Guanghua ascended, the ghostly barrier was removed, and the door of the room, which had been closed for a long time, finally slanted open.

"Who!"

Dao Guanghua fell into the dim and unclear house, and the two little ancestors sat pitifully on the withered grass. Although their faces were full of sadness, they still maintained a guarded posture. When they saw the door open, they both pulled out. Weapons relative.

"I'm Yunchen."

Yun Chen entered with the piano in his arms, nodded slightly to the two terrified teenagers, and said: "The ghost king and his party have been repelled, let me see Daoist Duan's injuries first."

"Bai Ze-jun?"

When Situ Ling saw the appearance of the visitor, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. While helping Duan Zhaoying who was unconscious, she asked doubtfully, "Then my brother and Mr. Rong..."

"...Young Master Rong?"

The first time Yun Chen heard this name, his eyes were slightly suspicious, but in the end it was Linglong's mind, and in the blink of an eye when Duan Zhaoying stretched out his hand to feel the pulse, he also understood, and immediately whispered: "They suffered some minor injuries, It's okay."

"Really, really?"

Yu Sheng came too suddenly, and Bai Xiao, who still had tears in the corners of his eyes, was still in a daze.

"Could it still be fake?"

A gust of wind blew, and the door of the house was suddenly pushed wide open by a person. Yun Zhuo had sent the two mechanism beasts away at some point, and walked into the house side by side with Situ Lin.

He looked at the young man who was about to cry again, although the wound on his body was still hurting, but he was relieved from the bottom of his heart, and he forced himself to tease and said: "Why, does Young Master Bai still expect me to die?"

"no no."

Bai Xiao staggered up from the pile of straw, walked forward in two or three steps, wept with joy, "Young Master Rong, Brother Situ...it's great that you are all right."

"Don't rush to talk about this."

Situ Ling on the side, even though she saw that her elder brother was fine, was happy, and her speech and actions were calmer than Bai Xiao's.

He looked at Yun Chen who was shaking his head again and again, and asked with concern: "Bai Ze-jun, is Daoist Duan still in good condition?"

Yun Chen didn't say a word, he put the piano on his knees and tried to probe the strings, but he didn't know that he plucked a few notes with his ten fingers, his brows frowned suddenly, his right index finger was cut with a shallow bloody mouth, he raised his hand to cover his forehead in pain, dripping with cold sweat , his complexion became paler.

Second brother?

My elder brother has been sick with medicine jars since he was a child. Seeing this state of affairs, Yun Zhuo's heart froze, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "What's wrong with Mr. Bai Ze? But the envoy Mo Yao tricked you into causing your old illness to relapse?"

Borrowing his strength, Yun Chen forced his forehead to stand up: "It's nothing, I've had an old problem for the past few years, and I have to commit it from time to time since I came back from the Yandu Palace. It's probably the aftereffect of being drenched in the rain in that Yunlai City." stop."

Yunlai City?Rain?Old problem?

But when I was still alive many years ago, I didn't remember that my second brother had a headache?

Yun Zhuo was slightly surprised, Fang wanted to ask again, but was stopped by Yun Chen raising his hand.

The young man in white didn't say a word, took a deep breath, exhaled for a while, the pain on his face gradually faded, he put his fingers together and pinched a tactic to stop the bleeding, and said to the four of them: "Don't talk about this now, Daoist Duan is seriously injured, I committed another crime. He suffers from a headache, and it is difficult to cast spells... You should hurry up and work with me to bring him back to the Yun family for treatment."

After saying that, Liqin stood up and waved towards the door again. Several young disciples of the Yun family who had been waiting for a long time entered one after another, carefully set up the Taoist priest, and with a flash of brilliance, he came out with his sword.

Three days later, Wuling.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it hurts."

In Ling Shuang's residence, Yun Zhuo was leaning on Zhang carved chair, while holding a mirror with eight treasures to look at the slip of ointment on his face, while tugging his second brother's sleeve lightly, mourning: "No Thinking of the shallow incision made by the Fusheng Sword, it still hurts to heal... Hey, I said second brother, it won't disfigure me."

"Di Luo's swordsmanship has always been fierce, and it's only natural that your three-legged cat kung fu can't stand up to it."

Yun Chen, who was concentrating on applying the medicine, didn't even raise his head, he was busy with his hands, and then he sighed again: "I just don't want him to be harmed by thieves to such an extent that he can't even die in peace. It's really unreasonable."

"Second brother, don't be angry."

Yun Zhuo patted him on the shoulder: "The thief is indeed hateful. We are here to find out the whole story, and we must let Daoist Luo rest in peace... It's just that the investigation is not in a hurry, and we have to proceed step by step."

"Well, whatever, let's not talk about that."

Hearing this, Yunchen's expression was a little dizzy, and after a while he laughed again: "Third brother, you are so young, you couldn't even snort in the past, what are you worrying about now? What's more, you are a big man, you were so young when you stripped your bones. I have never been afraid of pain, so why are you afraid of being disfigured?"

Like, is it such a reason?

Yun Zhuo frowned, resisting the strange pain caused by the mixture of the ointment and the wound, and muttered in his heart.

Second brother, although it is true that men are not as beautiful as girls.But this is not a special case!

Originally, he thought that he came and went in a free and easy way, he only loved to take advantage of his youth, he didn't know anything about love affairs, and he was too lazy to reason with him, so naturally he didn't have any idea about skin compatibility.

But now, it seems to be different.

His old bones, who have been tossing life and death for many years, may have just begun to fall in love with someone who made jokes with him and made a big fuss, brother bamboo horse?

Therefore, since there is a man with a sharp heart, and he is a man, although it can't be called "to please oneself", it is better not to lose his appearance after all.

Well, let alone such a shell that was not as good-looking as I was back then.

Thinking of this, Yun Zhuo sighed, and explained in a low voice: "Hey, second brother, the situation is different this time from the time four years ago."

"Cut it off, I don't have time for anything different."

Xu Shi was recalled by Yun Zhuo's joke, Yun Chen frowned, put away the bottles and jars on the table, and tapped his third younger brother on the forehead, saying seriously: "Mr. Situ's medicine hasn't been changed yet, and Daoist Duan has to be taken care of by someone. I'm leaving first. But, you can take it easy for me. The elder brother is coming back from traveling in the past few days. Be careful that he catches your family." legal treatment."

"Hey, it's all right, don't talk about it. Soldiers come to cover the water and soil, just take one step at a time."

As soon as Yun Zhuo heard that his elder brother was coming back, Yun Zhuo immediately felt a headache. He hurriedly handed the medicine box on the table to Yun Chen, and sent the young man in white who was about to say a few more words out of the door. He still waved his hand and said, "Second brother, hurry up and go, take your leave."

Even dragging and dragging away his second elder brother, Yun Zhuo had nothing to do with him, he pushed the window with his chin in his hands, took a close look at the golden plum blossoms that had just been twisted out of the bones in the courtyard wall, and looked at the clean peach blossom tree with bald branches and leaves beside the corridor, I began to calculate in my heart.

Three days ago, a group of them escaped from Wangquan Town and rushed back to Wuling Yun's house without stopping.

Duan Zhaoying was seriously injured, so she was taken back to Youhuang Hospital by Yunchen for treatment. Ning You, who came to ask for help first, lived in the side room early, and the remaining two little ancestors also clamored to be with him , The three of them went to one place just like that.

As for him and Situ Lin, since they are not young disciples, it is a little inappropriate to arrange a side room because of their identities, and the guest houses in the Yun family happened to be occupied recently.When Mr. Bai Ze made a calculation, he naturally put them in the Lingshuang Residence, which had been vacant for a long time because the owner had "died" for three years.

Therefore, Yun Zhuo, the original owner, just changed his identity, and returned to the place where he lived with him for more than ten years.

Fortunately, the furnishings in his small courtyard have not changed much, the flowers are still flowers, the trees are still trees, and even the furnishings on the shelves are still the original antiques.Except for the fact that no one lives there and there is a little dust, the other places are passable.

Thinking about it, in the past three years, someone in the family still spoke for him, and did not clean up the old house of this "remnant of the rivers and lakes" like the bones under the cliff in southern Xinjiang, which is quite nostalgic.

Time passed but the situation remained unchanged, Third Young Master Yun was really pleasantly surprised by this, and immediately moved in contentedly.With a big wave of his hand, Situ Lin was rewarded with the side room next to him, while he occupied the mountain in the main hall and became the king.

After three days of nostalgic nostalgia, I really have to say that after living in the shabby residences of Jiumiao and Damo, it is so pleasant to sleep back on my sandalwood carved bed!

However, no matter how comfortable you are, you can't just sit there every day!

Just come out and get some air.

Thinking of this, I stretched my waist and strode out of the main hall. When I passed by the guest room, Thief Xixi leaned over to the paper window and glanced at it quietly.

——But seeing the two people in the room sitting opposite each other at the table, Yun Chen carefully arranged the bottles and cans, while Situ Lin was spreading his left hand and five fingers, looking helpless, the blood stains in the center had been covered with dark brown ointment layer after layer , looks like something in a latrine.And Yunchen looked left and right, still dissatisfied, took out another bottle and continued to wipe it off, causing the "client" beside him to hold his forehead helplessly.

It seems that brother Lin was also tortured a lot by the second brother, the "medical fairy"!

Thinking of his own experience just now, Yun Zhuo touched the cut on his face, secretly sympathized with Situ Lin, shook his head without saying a word, and continued to walk towards the side room.

It turned out to be more lively there, and the three ancestors in the courtyard were blushing for some reason, but it seemed that the topic was still about the tricks he used in Wangquan Town...

Well, the excitement here, I'm afraid it will become more and more chaotic, and I still have to rub the soles of my feet.

Yun Zhuo sighed, and continued to circle around, and soon arrived at an empty stone platform named Mingxin, on which lay the corpse of Qing Luo, and the young disciples of the Yun family around them were all nervously casting spells to purify grievances , dare not neglect.

Glancing at the black and blue corpse bound by iron chains, the experience of narrow escapes in Wangquan Town came to mind again, he sighed and rubbed the center of his brows.

This doesn't work, there are people there, there is really no place in the house... But where can I go to relax?

Thinking left and right, finally entangled, Yunzhuo repeatedly bumped into a wall, decided to let it go, counted the intersections and turned randomly, and when he had no way to go, he looked up and saw a solemn ancestral hall.

This is the place where the memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Yun family in Wuling are enshrined - Junfeng Hall.

...Here, whether you want to take a breath or revisit the old place, why did you end up here?

Yun Zhuo scratched his head and sighed again and again.

However, since it came, it was safe, and after thinking about it for a while, it still stepped in.Looking up, on the wall directly opposite, there are dozens of spiritual seats densely packed in the niches, and it is so dark that it is very depressing.

He couldn't help shrinking his neck.

In this place, the three brothers were often escorted by their father when they were young, kneeling for a long time, offering incense and offering tribute one by one, offering sacrifices and praying.

At that time, his elder brother was doing all these red tapes very tightly and strictly.As for his second brother, although he can't say he likes him, he can be regarded as following the rules, barely making any mistakes.

Only Yun Zhuo couldn't bear these things the most. The words on the ebony sign really gave him a headache, and he couldn't bear it after he could barely bear it after an hour.

What Qingluan Jun Yunling, Chongming Jun Yuncheng, Chi kissing Jun Yunyi... It seems to be the same now, one after another from top to bottom, pouring into the eyes like a horse watching flowers, let alone remembering who Who is it.

Yun Zhuo couldn't help but folded his arms and let out a long sigh as the unpleasant memories of his youth came to his mind.

Alas, who invented this sacrificial ceremony you said?

He shook his head to himself, and his eyes followed the sign on the main alcove.

Unexpectedly, when his eyes touched the bottom sign, his expression froze.

On the pitch-black signboard, the eight characters engraved in gold ink made his eyes hurt.

—— Yingzhao Jun Yunyuan's spiritual position.

In late autumn, a gust of cold wind passed through the hall outside the house, and the neatly arranged coffins stood upright in rows, like dead people facing each other silently, which made the atmosphere in the house even more depressed by three points. Terrible.

Yun Zhuo suddenly felt that his feet were fixed on the brick floor as if they were filled with lead, unable to take another half step.

Sirius Jun Yunzhuo, who killed his father and betrayed his teacher, was a big rebel, so he should be dealt with according to the old rules and family law.

The harsh words were still in his ears, together with the bone-chilling snow in the winter four years ago, they hit him with messy memories.

The mood of teasing and playing just now disappeared in an instant, and Yun Zhuo clenched his hands in pain.

Above the pagan temple surrounded by ghost-masked men, dark red blood drops dripped down from the Wuqi sword in his hand like broken threads.

The person in front of him fell into a pool of blood, the white robe was dyed transparent, and the embroidery patterns on it were mottled and the color could not be seen clearly.

There was a sound of the blade falling to the ground, and the shrill cry lingered in my ears.

That was his nightmare.

"I'm back, Dad."

After pondering for a long time, Yun Zhuo shook his hands and lit three sticks of incense in front of the spirit tablet.

"sorry."

In front of the altar, the young man in white kneeled weakly, unable to kneel for a long time.

The green smoke coiled up slowly, and then gradually dissipated before reaching the beams of the roof, leaving no trace at all.

It's like the entangled past that can't be turned back, and it's like the soul of the dead who never returns.

After all, it is impossible to chase.

"Hey, Yunzhuo?"

After immersing himself in his emotions for an unknown amount of time, Yun Zhuo finally got up in a daze, but a low call came from behind him.

This cry made him suddenly recover from his grief, and when he turned his head hastily, it was Situ Lin leaning against the door with a half-smile.

The man was still wearing a purple robe on the inside, but on the outside, he probably wore a white robe of a disciple of the Yun Family because he had damaged his clothes during the fight in Wangquan Town.Although the gauze and light bloodstains were faintly visible on the exposing wrists and neck, his complexion was much more ruddy than the pale and painful one in Wangquan Town—I think he had recuperated for three days, and his injuries were in great condition, so he rushed to the hospital just now. After changing the wound medicine, I came out to ventilate.

"Brother Rin?"

The sadness has not yet dissipated, although Situ Lin's arrival made him feel a little clearer, Yun Zhuo's expression is still dull.

He said in a daze, "Why did you come here?"

Situ Lin spread his hands, and said helplessly: "Hey, let's go for a walk! Who knew that I lost my way, twisted and turned, and came here... I saw who you were worshiping there, and I thought about your ancestral hall. It's not easy for me to come in, so I can only wait at the door."

As he spoke, he tossed his half-draped hair casually, and looked Yun Zhuo up and down, but suddenly his eyes lit up when he saw a certain corner, and then he raised his chin and said with a smile: "Hey, Yun Zhuo Zhuo, you seem to have something delicious here, bring me two yuan and try it!"

"what?"

Hearing this, Yun Zhuo's eyes, which were still a little red around the edges, showed a bit of suspicion. Following Situ Lin's gaze, he looked down, and actually saw someone's sign in the most inconspicuous corner of the side niche. A plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was placed in front of it.

The light yellow glutinous cake served in a white porcelain plate is sprinkled with a fine layer of powdered sugar, which is as dense as the thin frost that falls on the flowers of winter jasmine in late winter and early spring. The four sides are neatly cut into rhombuses, revealing brown sugar or bean paste The stuffing is made, and a few golden osmanthus petals are dotted on it, as if you can smell the golden autumn fragrance from a long distance.

Yun Zhuo couldn't help swallowing.

When he was a child, he was most greedy for these glutinous and sweet things.But the house is very tight, except for the dishes made by the chef, other folk snacks sold in the market are not allowed to enter.Daddy took a serious look, saying that he was afraid that his younger brothers, Xiao Hu, would spoil his stomach, but he really made the golden pastry an obsession that had lingered in his little heart for many years.

Later, his elder brother turned into a young man who was able to roam the rivers and lakes, and followed his father to wander among the various factions all day long. Every time he left, he would plead with his elder brother to bring him back a few yuan from the town along the way. .

Then, when the two returned, they stood under the peach blossom tree at home and waited. Although they stood until their legs were sore and weak, they were happy for the sweet satisfaction when they took a bite.

Later, he also entered the arena of light swords, fast horses, swords, lights and swords, and caught up with the joyful grievances. He only admired his elder brother Lin's age, and ran to the middle of Shu all day long, making cold cakes, glutinous rice cakes, and dragon beard crisps. After eating it all over, the childhood obsession gradually faded away in my head.

But now, no matter how suddenly Yun Zhuo sees this thing, he suddenly feels that the delicious snacks that he ate everywhere in the past still lack some taste. Thinking about it, he can't compare to this glutton that has been hidden in his stomach since he was a child right?

However, greedy to greedy, he is still a young master who has been told a lot of admonishing family rules since he was a child. Did not stick out.

"Brother Lin, this is the ancestral hall, so you can't snatch the things of the dead?"

Yun Zhuo shook his head helplessly and sighed, folded his hands respectfully at the spirit card and said "Nevermind", and looked it up and down.

The niche is pitifully small and dilapidated, inconspicuous, it is incomparable with those tablets in the main niche.But on the ebony board, even though it was stained with fine dust, it didn't have any old stains, obviously someone came to wipe it every other month.

Some people clean it, some worship it, but they can't enter the main niche. Whose spiritual seat is this?

Yun Zhuo stretched out his hand to take the black lacquered sign and took a closer look, and saw eight characters engraved on it——

Sirius Yunzhuo's spiritual seat.

"..."

He shook his hand and almost knocked his "spiritual seat".

... Co-authoring and tossing for a long time, is this young man greedy for his own "sacrifice"?

Yun Zhuo twitched the corners of his mouth with a complex expression, and after confirming that his name was indeed written on the sign, the entanglement of etiquette, righteousness, and shame disappeared in an instant.

Who is so heartless and set up a sign for me?

He casually threw the spiritual tablet back, and took away the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake as if in revenge.

Hmph, you gave me the thing of making an offering. I think you know everything about my childhood, so you're very thoughtful.

Yun Zhuo picked up a piece of soft and glutinous osmanthus cake, and bit down angrily.

"Hey, Yun Zhuo, you said just now that this is someone else's sacrifice, so why did you start eating it yourself first?"

Situ Lin outside the door waved his hand teasingly, and when he saw that the person who turned around had a bad look on his face, he immediately changed his words: "No, what I mean is, you can eat as soon as you eat, why don't you leave me two yuan?" ?”

Yun Zhuo felt even worse when he heard the words, which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted. He lifted up his clothes and stepped out the door. He took out two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from the white plate, and threw them into the arms of the chattering man in purple. He gritted his teeth and said, "Stop screaming, this is a 'sacrifice' for me, you old man taste it well."

"Pfft, what what?"

When Situ Lin heard the words, he immediately understood, and then the osmanthus cake's hand shook, almost causing the two golden cakes to fall to the ground.

He managed to pinch a piece with two fingers and brought it to his mouth. While biting his mouth, he teased vaguely: "No way, so the sign was made for you? Then we don't offend the deceased." Come on!"

"Offend a ghost, I'm not dead."

Yun Zhuo snorted angrily, and the more he spoke, the more he felt more confident, he picked up another piece and took a big bite: "It's all for me anyway, it's better to fill my stomach than to rot there."

The face of the person in front of him became even more unkind, so Situ Lin quickly followed suit, put his hands together and said, "Yes, yes, yes, as long as Young Master Yun is happy! Let's find a place to eat this unlucky thing!"

So, the two found a stone bench by the side of the road, and the plate of cakes quickly disappeared.

"Tsk tsk, the pastries here are really good. They are so sweet that they melt in your mouth. They are quite different from the ones in Sichuan."

Seeing the bottom of the plate, Situ Lin rubbed the icing on his fingertips, squinted his eyes, shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, it's just a bit small, and it won't fill my stomach anyway."

Yun Zhuo rolled his eyes without thinking: "It's just a sacrifice, it's good to have it, what else do you want?"

"Well, I don't want to do anything."

Situ Lin half-raised his head and smiled at Yunzhuo, and said, "It's just that you have brought your 'sacrifice' to invite me. Then I have to reciprocate!"

This unintelligible remark made him shrink back in shock: "You, what do you want to do?"

Although I have accepted the fact that my feelings for Situ Lin have turned sour, it doesn't mean that he won't be nervous if he does strange things and says strange things when he doesn't understand each other's intentions.

He quietly moved his body half an inch to the side, afraid that the person in front of him would do something terrible like he did in the inn in Qingshi Town.

Fortunately, what Situ Lin said this time really had no bad purpose. Seeing the boy in front of him panicked, he just smiled lightly and pulled out the fan at his waist, waved his hand, and said to Yun Zhuo: "What else can you do?" , let's go, brother Lin, I will repay you for your kindness and invite you out for a good meal!"