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Shizuo stopped, his eyes stared back and forth on the table a few times, his expression was subtle.

Zhong Cuo passed by: "How? Salivating?"

Song Guimu came back to his senses in an instant, and coughed twice: "Generally, it's not like I haven't seen a more luxurious lineup than this."

He glanced at Zhong Wrong: "It's you... If you guessed right, you've grown up so big, you haven't even been drinking?"

Zhong Cuo made him choke, and stared at him not to be outdone: "So what? Wine and sex mess with one's mind, it's better not to touch it."

"When you hear this, it's said by someone you can't drink or touch," Song Guimu found a chair and sat down, crossing his legs and continued to taunt, "If you really want to prove yourself, you should be messed with." Only when you are in chaos can you see the weight—how, tonight...?"

"Who is afraid of whom..." Zhang Fei interrupted Zhong Cuo in the middle of his words: "I said you two, a couple of minors discussing drinking in front of a people's teacher, isn't it a bit too much?"

His attitude was unmistakable, but it was a pity that the two bottles in his hands exposed him—Song Guimu looked at his left hand and then at his right: "Mr. People, can you put down the wine bottle in your hand before you say this? "

As night fell, Zhang Fei's family's hot pot New Year's Eve dinner was finally ready.

The fire in the pot was extremely hot, and the pure white bone broth was bubbling. The mutton changed color soon after it was put in the pot. One bite, the aroma was tangy.

"Look, this is the family heirloom of our Zhang family - pure gold hot pot!" Zhang Fei was talking nonsense, and no one had the time to refute him at this moment anyway.

A plate of mutton disappeared almost as soon as it went down and rolled around. Song Guimu and Zhong Cuo immediately started a battle for mutton. The two chopsticks came and went, and the battle was extremely fierce.Zhan Gui sat in a corner, hardly touching his flesh, but there was already a plate beside him to dry.The monk squatted next to him, staring at the meat for a while, then sighed helplessly, staring at the hot pot and waiting for the moment when the hot dishes came out.

At this moment the doorbell rang, and Zhang Fei mumbled "Here we are" and went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, his face froze.

Changsheng was standing outside the door, wearing a thick winter coat and a red hat on his head. He looked cute—it’s nothing, the problem is that this kid’s feet are not touching the ground, and his face is slightly transparent, which is clearly——

Zhang Fei picked him up immediately: "You don't want your life? Are you here to play your soul out of your body during the New Year's Eve?"

"War Ghost, help—" Chang Sheng hurriedly shouted, and the War Ghost inside the door immediately came to save him, so he finally rescued Chang Sheng.

"Don't worry, I'm fine..." Sneaking into the house quickly, Chang Sheng said, "I'm in good health now, I'm sleeping at home, I also remembered to eat before, and I'm fine."

Zhang Fei didn't speak, just glanced at him sideways, Changsheng is also a good boy, he lowered his head, and scratched on the ground with his toes: "My grandpa seems to have something to do recently, I'm alone at home recently, even the dumplings can only be let the nanny Bag me..."

"...Come on, if you can eat, sit down and eat." Zhang Fei sighed, pointing to the hot pot—the battle for mutton is in full swing, and even a living person (ghost?) from Changsheng can only let those two come in. Take a glance.

Chang Sheng immediately ran to his seat and looked at the little stars on the plate.Seeing that he really wanted to eat, Zhang Fei couldn't help wondering: "Can ghosts eat meat?"

"Yes." Chang Sheng didn't know what to do with the plate of meat, "But you can only eat 'taste', not meat... Teacher, do you want to try it?"

Zhang Feizhen went over to take a bite, only to realize that he had made a mistake when he ate it—the meat that had just been fished out had completely changed its taste, it was cold and bland, without a trace of meat flavor, and the soft taste was even a bit disgusting.He spit out the meat in his mouth: "You are so cruel, you can ruin the whole banquet by yourself."

"I can't eat all of it..." Changsheng stopped talking, and he was happily dealing with the meat that Zhan Ghost helped him fish out-- Zhan Gui is worthy of the word "war", even in such a tragic food grab. The battlefield was also unmoved, as cold as a statue, and his strikes were quick and ruthless, and he snatched some mutton and beef from the mouths of the two hungry ghosts over there, which Zhang Fei admired.

So he...

"Put down that piece of meat! Have you two considered that the master here is still hungry?"

"No!" The two said in unison.

"...Why is your tacit understanding so good at this time?"

After three rounds of meat, the half-satisfied two began the main part of the New Year's Eve dinner - drinking.

There was a small wine cup on one side, and Zhang Fei poured the wine himself. The translucent wine reflected the light, illuminating the eager faces of the two.

Zhong Cuo is actually a bit uncertain-he is indeed drinking wine for the first time, and he can't be stronger than the experienced Song Guimu over there...

He subconsciously glanced behind him, facing a non-smiling face.

For some reason, at that moment, he felt his heart calm down.

"Come on, do it!"

With a ding, Zhong Cuo took a deep breath and looked up.

The wine enters the throat, but it is not as spicy as imagined, but very light...Is it?

Zhang Fei was still smiling, but no matter how you looked at that smile... he was cunning.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

After drinking for three rounds, Song Guimu's face was flushed, but Zhong Cuo remained calm.

After all, the ghost exorcist had been fighting for a long time. He looked suspiciously at Zhong Cuo, then at Zhang Fei who was standing aside, took the wine bottle, picked two glasses one size larger, and filled them up.

"Aren't you afraid of drinking?" Zhang Fei raised his eyebrows, trying to stop it.

"I did it, you can do whatever you want." Song Guimu smiled and drank it down.

"Accompany me." Zhong Cuo looked calm and picked up the wine glass without hesitation.

Zhang Fei was sweating in his heart, but saw Zhong Cuo put down his wine glass calmly, his expression as usual.

"... Powerful." Song Guimu clasped the wine glass with his backhand, and gave him a thumbs-up.

"each other."

After drinking, the two energetic people once again threw themselves into the great cause of robbing meat—both of them were a little drunk, and they lost their restraint after fighting again. Zhong Cuo even took out the broken knife, and Song Guimu stretched out his hand He went into his pocket to touch the talisman paper, but he didn't want to bring out two small wooden statues, which fell to the ground.

There were two bang bangs, and there were two more figures in the room.

"..." Zhang Fei swallowed a piece of meat, "Who are you two?"

The bull-headed and horse-faced people who were called out were also at a loss. They were prepared to fight, but when they came out, they found that it was... hot pot?

"Ah..." Song Guimu also realized something was wrong, "I'm sorry, I..."

He didn't continue to speak, because the bull head and horse face was now silently watching the steaming hot pot, with an obvious attempt flashing in his eyes.

"Since we're here, let's eat together." Zhang Fei said.

"Are you sure?" Zhong Cuo glanced at the table, the few plates of meat were almost empty.Although there are still a lot of vegetables and tofu left, but...

Zhang Fei hummed and laughed twice, stood up, and Shi Shiran walked into the kitchen.When he came out, he had already carried two large plastic bags in his hands.

"boom!"

Two pieces of beef and mutton, which were as big as a hot pot, fell on the table, causing the table to tremble.

"War Ghost!" Zhang Fei yelled, "Cut!"

The light of the knife flew, and the pieces of meat were like snow.

The monk was slowly biting the vegetable leaves. Although the unscrupulous person had been busy grabbing meat from Zhong wrongly since just now, but fortunately, he had the help of a kind war ghost, so the tragedy of cat's paws picking up vegetables would not be staged.

It was eating comfortably when its neck suddenly tightened.

"Meow~" the monk complained.

"Let's go, let's go, don't be so rude when eating rice." Song Guimu's face was red, but he was very energetic.

The monk silently looked at the hot pot dumplings packed by someone—who is being rude?

It's a pity that it couldn't speak, and was forcibly dragged away by the evil forces.As soon as Song Guimu left, he also took the bull's head and horse noodles. After a while, Changsheng said goodbye.

"Thank you, teacher, Happy New Year~" I don't know if it was Zhang Fei's illusion, but even in the soul body, two blushes of happiness floated on Chang Sheng's face.

"Happy!" Zhang Fei waved at him.

"I'll see you off." Zhan Gui also stood up and said seriously, "It's not safe for a child to walk alone at night."

"...Don't talk about the child's problem, are you sure he is the one who is unsafe to walk at night?" Zhang Fei objected.

Zhan Gui smiled and said nothing.The two quickly went out and walked into the street.

The night road in Linshan was so quiet that there seemed to be only two people.

"Eating is so refreshing~" Changsheng did a chest-expanding exercise vigorously, "If I were in the flesh, I would never dare to eat like this, and I would fall down after eating."

"Pay attention to your body." War Ghost said seriously.

"I know," Chang Sheng smiled, "But no matter how careful you are, that's it~"

Zhan Gui was about to say something, but was interrupted by Chang Sheng. He suddenly stretched out his hand and made a "pull" motion towards Zhan Gui.

The soul body cannot be in direct contact with people, but Zhan Ghost tilted his body cooperatively.If you don't look at Changsheng's translucent body illuminated by street lights, they look like two ordinary people cuddling together.

"New Year's Eve..." He heard Chang Sheng muttering to himself, "...that's great."

The heat of the year has warmed up the whole city, but it can't reach the hospital. Even on this day when thousands of houses are lit, it is still quiet here, so quiet that it is a little helpless.

The window of the ward was quietly opened, and a vigorous figure climbed over the wall and landed on the ground swiftly.

He stood up, shook his hair, put on a pose that he thought was handsome, and showed a big smile to the person lying on the bed.

He put the dumplings in his hands aside—these were originally quick-frozen dumplings, but at the end of the hot pot, he also threw them away, not to mention, after soaking in the hot pot soup, these originally not-so-good dumplings were also shredded unique flavor.

The plastic bag was opened, and the fragrance wafted out, mixing with the original fragrance in the room, it became an inexplicable but pleasant smell.

The person who was sleeping soundly was still asleep, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was no movement.

"It's delicious, brother. This is the first time I know that dumplings can be eaten like this." He swallowed a dumpling forcefully, "Unfortunately, you can't eat it."

"Get up, or I'll eat them all..."

The monk walked up to him quietly, flicking his tail lightly.

There is no moon in the sky, only a faint starlight shoots in, covering the brothers with a layer of silver frost.

"Recently I met another guy, like you, people don't know what to say about him."

"There are all kinds of wonders in the world. I originally thought that you are the most stupid, brother, but recently I found out that you are really only stupider, not the stupidest...Are you right, monk?"

"Meow~"

The guests left, and Zhang Fei felt a splitting headache when he saw the messy cups and plates on the table.

He turned around in self-delusion, trying to imply that none of the tables existed, and saw the clock was wrong.

The effect of the last glass of real wine came out now, the little ghost was blushing, leaning on the sofa, holding the broken knife in his arms.

Zhang Fei laughed, and went over to pat his head: "How does it feel to drink?"

"……not too good."

"Did I say it's bad to drink?" Zhang Fei said righteously, as if he wasn't the one who happily helped the two of them when they fought for wine just now.

Zhong Cuo snorted, glanced at him dissatisfied, jumped off the sofa unsteadily, and walked towards the bedroom.

Zhang Fei shook his head and smiled. At this moment, his cell phone rang.

"Have you reached this point already..." Looking at the many blessing text messages on the phone, Zhang Fei picked out a few replies, and threw the rest aside—he was also really tired.

I don't know when the hands of the watch have passed zero, and now it is a new year.

new year...

Finding the paper package he had prepared earlier from his pocket, Zhang Fei slipped into the bedroom and found Zhong Cuo was leaning seriously by the window, looking out of the window, his face full of concern for the country and the people, which made him burst into laughter.

So he took the opportunity to hand over the paper bag: "Here, here it is for you."

"...What is this?" Staring at the red paper bag in his hand, his head, which was disturbed by alcohol, obviously hadn't turned the corner yet.

"New Year's money." Zhang Fei said, "I'm a generous dad, right?"

"..." Zhong Cuo looked at the paper bag in silence. After a long while, he waved to Zhang Fei and motioned him to extend his hand.

The paper bag was photographed in his hand, and Zhang Fei looked at it in a daze: "What does this mean?"

"...a reward." After a moment of thought, the ghost king said seriously.

For a moment, Zhang Fei felt that his laughing nerves had been challenged like never before—he desperately suppressed his smile to keep himself from laughing, and put away the paper bag with all his strength—he could still use this to tease the kid tomorrow , must be put away.

At this time, Zhong Cuo had wobbled to the side of the bed, threw off the quilt and jumped on it. He wrapped himself in the quilt, looked at Zhang Fei, and patted the remaining half of the bed with dignity.

"This is... what does it mean?"

"Warm the bed."

"..." He has to pay attention to Zhong Wai's tendency to watch TV!

The alcohol quickly took effect, Zhong Cuo squinted his eyes, slowly fell on the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Fei poked his face and found that he was indeed asleep, so he couldn't help smiling.

I don't know who lit the firecrackers outside the window. It was a bit noisy, but it didn't seem to be very noisy.

Year... ah.

"Happy New Year~" Humming a tune in Zhong Cuo's ear, Zhang Fei lifted the quilt and lay down.

Zhong Cuo was so close to him that he slept peacefully.

This year, it seems to be going well.

Zhang Fei slowly closed his eyes. He felt that he would firmly remember this year for a long time.

Their first year together.

Their last... last year together.