Protagonist Aura

Heavy rain.

Pouring down.

The old, mottled tombstone, washed by the rain, seemed to be more polished than before.

Zhang Qian stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

Head down.

He didn't dare to raise his head and looked at Ning Xuanyuan again.

The cold wind blows.

After autumn, Suzhou and Hangzhou have never been as cold as it is today.

"I respect you."

Ning Xuanyuan picked up the old wine he had brought before, opened the mud seal, and gently poured it along Zhou Ziyang's tombstone. The fragrance of the wine was overflowing, but it was still floating.

When he was a teenager, he was ambitious and energetic.

When returning.

He is still full of spirits, Xuan Gai is like a cloud.

The boy is still the same boy.

It's just that I lack the company of the person I want to see most.

Two former close friends.

One is dead.

A young man is prematurely aging and his face is full of vicissitudes.

life.

He didn't give any preferential treatment to these two friends.

"Brother Ning, when did you come back?"

After a long time, Zhang Qian, whose emotions finally stabilized, took the old wine that Ning Xuanyuan handed over, took a sip, and then asked in confusion.

"A few days ago." Ning Xuanyuan said.

Zhang Qian didn't say a word, he secretly looked at Ning Xuanyuan a few times, his back was lofty and his temperament was sharp.

In his middle school age, the wise and brave elder brother in his mind finally lived out what he had imagined.

I'm so happy!

However, looking at the cold tomb of the third child, I felt uneasy.

If Zhou Ziyang is not dead.

Seeing what Ning Xuanyuan looks like today, he will definitely cite the scriptures, chew words, and exaggerate.

This kid was witty when he was in school.

He didn't read well, and every time he heard Zhou Ziyang talk about it, he didn't know much about it. However, despite the fact, he liked the brag a lot.

Because, it sounds, comfortable.

Ning Xuanyuan held the hip flask in one hand, clenched in one hand, and stared into the distance with very few words.

It was pouring rain.

It rolled down from the top of his head, even though the eyelashes were covered with raindrops, he never blinked.

That kind of eyes stained with water stains was Zhang Qian's first experience.

He is the same him.

However, in the dark, Zhang Qian felt very different again.

Because he didn't read much, Zhang Qian didn't know what words to use to describe it.

In short, unforgettable!

"That woman Qi Xiang, **** it."

Taking a sip of spirits, Zhang Qian clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

The woman I loved the most.

Not only had he betrayed that, he had given her infinite happiness to the kind man.

In the end, he was killed.

As a result, when the bones are not yet cold, they have to bear the infamy, sloppy, uselessness, lack of ambition, indulge in love and fall, and so on.

Ning Xuanyuan stood in the wind and rain.

Still not saying a word.

Zhang Qiankao raised the tombstone to Zhou Zi, was silent for a long time, and continued, "I heard the rumors that it was not only Qi Xiang that really killed Ziyang, but also Jiang Chen Hanyang, the leader of the four great families."

The kind of standing on top of mortals.

Bit high weight.

Top-notch family with profound family background.

Zhang Qian knew that he was not qualified in his life, and he would avenge them.

Every day, in addition to the grievances and indignation, I just scold the sky without eyes and no justice.

but.

He heard not long ago that a major event had happened in Suzhou and Hangzhou. Jiang Qin, the son of Jiang Jinnan, the president of the Hongmeng Chamber of Commerce, died at the age of Fenghua.

Haha.

God finally opened his eyes.

"For bad things like the Jiang family, I hope they will die as soon as possible, not just the Jiang family, but also the Han family, Shen family, and Yang family." Zhang Qian cursed, happy.

Ning Xuanyuan finally glanced at him, and muttered, "It's more than just the end..."

The wind is too strong.

The rain is also urgent.

Zhang Qian did not hear Ning Xuanyuan's words clearly.

He shook the empty wine jar and found that after a while, he had really drunk too much wine.

After standing up, he staggered.

Today, he has lost the recklessness and aggressiveness of his youth, and the pressure of life, invisibly, is slowly eroding his spirit.

Ning Xuanyuan held Zhang Qian with his arm, "Let's go, come and see your house?"

Zhang Qian was slightly startled, his expression appeared, hesitating and struggling for an instant.

However, he finally gave up his refusal.

Zhang Qian's life experience is not much better than that of Ning Xuanyuan who was adopted since childhood.

Parents died young.

Helpless.

After graduating from high school, after several lobbying by Zhou Ziyang, he still gave up on studying.

Life flies tight for a while, loose for a while.

Just a few years ago, I just completed the major events of my life, and now there is such a small restaurant in Suzhou and Hangzhou with a small business area.

Deal with firewood, rice, oil and salt all day long.

Because it is not far from Jiuzhi Mountain.

Ning Xuanyuan simply walked down the mountain with Zhang Qian.

Yuan Shu is holding an umbrella, trying to keep out the wind and rain.

However, Ning Xuanyuan refused.

Regardless of their size, temperament, and makeup, two men with great contrast, just like this, they support each other with one deep foot and one shallow foot, struggling to move.

The small restaurant at the foot of the mountain does not have a good business.

The woman holding a handful of melon seeds, wrapped in an apron, just sat on the bench under the eaves, eating melon seeds while passing the boring time.

In his early thirties.

Flowery.

When Zhang Qian introduced that this enchanting woman was his wife, even Ning Xuanyuan was startled, not that Zhang Qian was unworthy of it.

Rather, the relationship between the two gave him a very strange feeling.

as predicted.

This woman, whose real name is Qiuya, first glanced at Zhang Qian lightly and said nothing.

Then, he looked at Ning Xuanyuan twice with playful eyes.

After that, he cocked his thighs, put it on the bench, and said with a sneer, "You still have friends because of your **** virtue? It's a big laugh."

Zhang Qiannu made a mouthful and wanted to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed again.

He shook his head, quickly took out a bench, wiped it clean with his sleeves, and motioned to Ning Xuanyuan, "Brother, the family is poor, you will just sit there."

"I'm fine."

Ning Xuanyuan smiled, no disgust in his eyes.

"Well, then I will fry some small dishes, and we will have a few more glasses later."

Zhang Qian raised his hand, and decisively wiped off the rain, and then hurriedly walked towards the kitchen. It seemed that he was going to prepare a few snacks.

"What is fried? No money for firewood, rice, oil and salt? No money for vegetables?"

"Zhang Qian, I said you have grown up? You have all started to be the masters of the house. What do you want to do?"

Unexpectedly.

The woman pushed aside the chair, stuck her waist, and scolded, "What kind of messy people are brought home. Fortunately, the wine and food are served. Really this is a place for free food?"

Neighbors around, all poked their heads, pointed and gloated.

Zhang Qian rubbed his hands and nodded and smiled to the woman all the way. He didn't know whether it was rain or tears. In the blink of an eye, his pupils were flooded.

Ning Xuanyuan looked at this scene and sighed deeply.

Every family has its cupboard.

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