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Chapter 272 Beauty and Good Wine

The yard was surprisingly quiet.

Lin Mi's black and shiny hair fell down on her shoulders at some point, like a smooth silk.

She didn't care about the shape of her hair, she concentrated on striking the matches, and struck several in a row before she got a cluster of flames.

She cupped her hands on a red lantern that had just been lit, feeling its warmth and light.

Mr. Lin walked to the corner of the courtyard alone, and quickly chopped firewood with an axe. After chopping one pile, he brought another pile.

Qilan and Chen Xing bickered with each other, but made up again, and took the broom together to clean the messy kitchen.

If it hadn't been for witnessing the half-collapsed roof and the desperate struggle on the snow, it would have given everyone present an illusion of tranquility.

Several dishes by the stove were covered with snow and tile scum, but the pot of rice was still fragrant and the lid was intact.

Lin Mi smelled the smell of rice, and couldn't help but look up at the pot that had been preserved with great difficulty.

She was already hungry.

Mr. Lin couldn't hold back the gurgling in his stomach. He was afraid that the juniors would hear it, so he had to chop the firewood loudly to cover it up.

Qilan and Chen Xing, who had been fighting continuously in the early morning and at night, consumed too much physical energy, and they swept the ground in a strange and funny posture, as if they were not holding a broom in their hands, but the Dragon King of the East China Sea. .

It's just that Chris hasn't come back yet, and no one cares about personal food and clothing.

In the end, it was Mr. Lin who said "people are iron, rice is steel", and persuaded the two boys to eat several bowls of rice each.

Just like that, Qilan and Chen Xing took Lin Mi and his daughter out of the house.

According to the previously agreed plan, the two young men escorted them all the way to the yard bought by Qilan.

In order to save time, Qilan went to the gate of the courtyard, turned out the key from under a hidden stone slab and handed it to Lin Mi, and was about to leave with Chen Xing.

He took another pistol to Mr. Lin, so that he could deal with an emergency.

In front of his father, Lin Mi knew that it was inconvenient for him to speak.

With tears in her eyes, she just smiled quietly at Qilan and told him that she likes this place very much.

Seeing this, Chen Xing was very envious, and was even more anxious to find Chris.

So the two bid farewell to Lin Mi's father and daughter in a hurry, and drove towards the alley of their destination.

Chen Xing ran away, as if Qilan next to him had suddenly turned into a scourge and was about to bite him.

Running and urging: "Can't you hurry up?"

Qilan accelerated her speed, and her shoes were about to fly off.

There were two guns hidden in his chest, and he had to be careful that they would go off when they collided with each other while running, so he had to stop his feet and temporarily took out the bullets.

Chen Xing was in a hurry to find Chris, but when he saw that he was not moving forward, he urged:
"Saving people is like putting out a fire!"

Qi Lan made another effort, but Chen Xing was still dissatisfied:
"We won't be able to reach this speed until dawn."

Qilan had a flash of inspiration after hearing this, and remembered an important matter.

"Don't worry too much, no matter how fast people are, they are not as fast as cars."

When Chen Xing heard Qilan talk about the car, he immediately slowed down and listened to him in detail:
"When retreating in the early morning, I drove sister Yuexian's car to the back alley behind the cathedral in the east."

"Now it's just time to drop in there."

So the two carried forward the spirit of not being afraid of hardship in the snow, braved the pain of shaving their faces in the north wind, and rushed to the distant destination in the dark.

Chen Xing fell several times along the way, and every time he fell, Qilan pulled him up in time.

"Did you fall and hurt? Do you want me to carry you?"

What Chen Xing was worried about was not the pain in his body, he was afraid that the car would be gone.

"I'm fine. That car is parked all day long. What if someone steals it?"

Qilan looked at the worried Chen Xing, and couldn't help laughing:
"The key is with me, how can the car be stolen?"

"Besides, there are so few people who can drive."

"That's not necessarily true," Chen Xing shook his head, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and threw it forward forcefully:
"Shouldn't someone take it away?"

Qilan said angrily and amusedly: "You treat a car like a cow, but if you kill it, you can still cook soup and eat meat?"

"Why not?"

"I'll cook a bowl of auto parts soup for you some other day."

The two pinched each other while rushing on the road, and the road seemed not so difficult to walk.

In the snow, near the cathedral in the east is a particularly solemn scene.

As the night deepened, Qilan's eyes gradually became black and white.

The black ones are the church and the secluded alleys around it, and the white ones are the ground covered and the snow floating in the sky.

And Tang Yuexian's car was quietly hidden in an abandoned alley by him.

When the Eight-Nation Allied Forces entered the city, more than half of this alley was destroyed by the flames of war.

Later, few people built houses and shops on the ruins, and weeds have been overgrown.

Chen Xing followed Qilan to walk forward in the dark alley, and the more he walked, the more he felt nervous.

"As far back as I can remember, I've heard elders say that many people died in wars here," he couldn't help venting his inner emotions:
"Why did you choose this shitty place?"

Qilan stopped her footsteps, turned her head and looked at the shivering Chen Xing:

"I'm scared too."

"But it's only in places like this that no one dares to come during the day."

Complaints are nothing but complaints, and the two finally found the car buried under the thick white snow.

It stood quietly in the snow, and more than half of the roof was covered by snow.

It looks like a stone sculpture, but it is full of spirit.

Like an ancient mythical beast, ready to go out at any time.

Qilan took out the keys from his pocket, opened the car door and jumped on, holding the steering wheel tightly.

Chen Xing also got in immediately, and threw the white snow that had drifted in into the car in large handfuls out of the car.

The car starts.Can't wait to spit out a burst of black smoke, and ran along the road.

Chen Xing accidentally found a case of beer in the car. He wanted to drink it, so he quickly dug out one bottle after another.

The wine was firmly attached to the bottle—unfortunately, it was frozen.

Qilan heard rustling noises behind him, and guessed that he was rummaging through things, so he threw an eye knife to warn:
"Brother Chen was thinking about beautiful women all the way, but now he is thinking about good wine?"

"If it's not your own, don't think about it, unless someone is willing to share it with you—"

After Chen Xing heard this, he put the wine bottle back as if a thief had been caught.

His distress was magnified by Qilan's words.

Yes, neither Chris nor beer belonged to him.

It's okay to say beer, if you have money, you can buy it yourself; but beauty, if you have money, they may not be willing to go with you.

Chrissy is a heart-wrenching encounter.

If you don't save that civil servant brother, you won't know her.

But after saving this little brother, she ran to find him again.

Chen Xing was suddenly able to empathize with Jia Baoyu: after all, the daughter and the man were destined by fate?
Thinking of this, he simply replied with a broken jar:
"I'm a hypocrite, I want sex as well as wine."

"You, you pure boy, stay away from me, and be careful not to imitate me."

Qilan was choked speechless by him, so he could only drive harder.

(End of this chapter)