Chapter 349 Lunch by the Sea
Soon, Han Shuo walked up to Feng.
He glanced at the bandage on Feng's shoulder and noticed that Li Shurou had changed his dressing again today. Moreover, Feng's complexion was indeed somewhat better than yesterday.
At this moment, Feng slowly opened his eyes and said calmly.
"You're here?"
Han Shuo nodded and sat down next to him.
"Feng, how was it? Did you stay well last night? I hope my friends didn't disturb you?"
Feng shook his head and spoke.
"fine."
Sure enough, his way of speaking remained as brief as ever.
If it can be expressed in a few words, I will never say a word more than necessary.
However, Feng's attitude towards Han Shuo was noticeably better; at least he no longer had a stern face and would make some normal facial expressions.
However, since Han Shuo met Feng, he has never seen him smile, not even when the corners of his mouth are slightly turned up.
He was very curious about this.
"Is there really nothing that can make the wind happier?"
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At this moment, Han Shuo saw two short blades stuck in the ground to Feng's left.
This was the first time he had observed this weapon of the wind at such close range.
He found that the two short blades looked extremely exquisite, and in terms of craftsmanship, they were the most refined weapons he had ever seen.
However, the material did not look like steel, nor did it look like any composite material.
Looking at the irregular patterns on it, it actually has a stone-like feel to it.
He recalled that a few days ago, when Feng killed a giant zombie, he inadvertently observed a detail.
That is, Feng's two short blades were not stained with blood.
He saw that the giant zombie's filthy blood slid directly down the tips of the two short blades without leaving any filth on the blades.
This stone-like material is extremely smooth...
At this moment, when Han Shuo recalled this matter again, he couldn't help but ask a question.
"Feng, these two short blades of yours look really good. They're both hard and sharp. What are they made of?"
"Um?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qing let out a soft "Eh," his gaze unconsciously drifting to the weapon he had stuck in the ground.
Then, he reached out and pulled one of the short blades from the ground. The blade seemed to become one with his fingers, spinning wildly on his fingertips.
As Feng played with his weapon, Han Shuo couldn't help but feel envious and muttered to himself.
"Wow, it's amazing. Not even a speck of dirt got on it, and the short blade still has a spotless shine."
At that moment, the sound of the wind reached Han Shuo's ears.
"This weapon is called Ai."
After Feng finished speaking, he casually stuck the short blade in his hand back into the ground, and then pulled out another short blade from the ground.
He seemed to really like his two weapons, and this usually quiet man began to explain them to Han Shuo in detail.
"This one is chirping."
"These are their names, as for the materials..."
At this point, Feng paused, thought for a moment, and continued.
"The material should be considered stone."
...
"They really are made of stone, but these two short blades even have names?"
Han Shuo was surprised and thought to himself, continuing to stare at the wind as he played with the short blade in his hand.
"One cries out in sorrow? The other roars in wailing?"
"Hmm... when combined, it sounds like a wail."
"A mournful cry, a mournful cry... What a strange name, and it even evokes a sense of sadness..."
Just as he was thinking this, Feng stopped playing with the short blade in his hand.
He raised his head, glanced at the Tang sword at Han Shuo's waist with interest, and took the initiative to ask.
"What's the name of your Tang sword?"
"Huh? You mean it?"
Han Shuo instinctively drew his Tang sword from its sheath, even though his sword was well-maintained and made of excellent material.
However, compared to the two short blades that Qi Feng was carrying, they were several levels inferior in both material and luster...
He gave an awkward laugh and began to speak.
"I don't have the habit of naming weapons; I just treat them like my old buddies."
"Oh, old buddy, that's pretty good too."
The wind responded with a sound and nodded thoughtfully.
He could tell that Han Shuo, like himself, also loved the weapon in his hand.
Then, seeing that Feng was interested in this kind of topic, Han Shuo continued the conversation.
And so, without realizing it, the two chatted for about ten minutes.
During this time, to Han Shuo's surprise, Feng stared at the two short blades and unconsciously smiled.
This was the first time he had seen Feng Xiao, and he hoped that Feng would smile more often in the future.
"A mournful cry, the mournful cry of the wind..."
He silently memorized the names of the two short blades from the bottom of his heart.
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Before long, the fat man's voice came from afar, interrupting their conversation.
"Hey, you two, hurry up and come over here! The seafood feast is all ready, or there won't be any left!"
Hearing the fat man's shout, Han Shuo stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his buttocks, and said to Feng with a smile.
"Alright, Feng, let's chat again when we have time. Let's go grab something to eat first."
"good."
Although Feng was rather aloof, he did not refuse Han Shuo's invitation. He retrieved the two short blades stuck in the ground, then got up and followed Han Shuo over.
He hadn't eaten for several days, and at this moment, he really needed to replenish his body's functions.
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Just as the two reached the vicinity of the campfire, the fat man hurriedly came to greet them.
He was holding two wooden sticks with grilled fish stuck on them.
"Here you go, boss, this is what I prepared for you."
He handed one grilled fish to Feng with a smile, and then gave the other one to Han Shuo.
"Hmph! This is yours."
After finishing his sentence, the fat man turned around and went back to have fun with Cheng Shenghong and the others without looking back.
He was still sulking about Han Shuo not helping him grill the fish...
Han Shuo looked at the grilled fish the fat man had given him, then at the grilled fish stuck on the wooden stick in Feng's hand, and shook his head with a wry smile.
He could clearly see that the grilled fish the fat man gave Feng was much bigger than the one he gave himself.
This is such discrimination...
With everyone present, a sumptuous lunch began, and everyone ate heartily while chatting happily with others.
Aside from the wind, everyone had a bright smile on their face. This heartwarming moment was truly wonderful...
Although Feng ate alone most of the time, he didn't speak or laugh.
However, Han Shuo could still tell that Feng's mood was much more relaxed than before.
Because, without realizing it, the way he looked at the fat man and the others had become much more peaceful, no longer as serious as before.
This was the first time in several years that he had participated in such a lively gathering.
Although the noisy laughter still made him uncomfortable, it also gave him a vague sense of something different.
He couldn't accurately describe the feeling; he only knew that although he was not used to it, he did not feel disgust or rejection.
Because he could sense that the people in front of him were indeed getting along very well...
And so, the group partied around the fire for over two hours before the lunch party finally came to an end.
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