"Ah Mo, I thought it was your uncle Jiu. You are not feeling well. Don't get off the bed."
The man raised his hand and pressed the car door, refusing him to get out.
A smile appeared on Zhai Yumo's pale face. "Uncle Wu, Uncle Nine has already gone in."
"Okay, I'll go in too. It's cold, you should go back early."
Watching the man walk into the courtyard, Zhai Yumo said to the driver calmly: "Drive, go home..."
In the main hall of the courtyard, there were several bottles of Erguotou and a few plates of peanuts on the table.
There was no food, and even if it was served, no one would eat it.
Their gatherings are usually for drinking, and some peanuts are enough to go with the wine.
There were two stoves burning next to them, the fire was burning very brightly, and the water was boiling above.
Make a gurgling sound.
Zhai Jiu walked over slowly, poured the water into the thermos, and filled the two teapots with water.
He poured himself a cup of tea.
With his left hand, he stroked the Buddhist beads on his right wrist and said softly, "Sit down first. They won't come together. Some will have to wait."
Lu Zuoxian, who was waiting at the door, came over and sat down next to him.
Wu Chengfeng stepped into the yard, stood in the middle of the yard and looked around, then walked into the house. Looking at the two people sitting at the wine table, he smiled with emotion, "This place is still the same, not much has changed."
Zhai Jiu sneered and glanced at him, "Are you blind?"
How could it not have changed? After all, it has been so many years.
The trees at the corners had become much thicker, and the wooden stakes they used as standing posts had all dried up and turned into rotten wood.
Even so....
Wu Chengfeng grinned, "I see it is still the same."
No change.
In some people’s minds, this is still the same place.
The old place between them brothers...
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