The divine doctor has been looking ahead for a long time, but he is not as far away as the boss and Nakamura, only impatient and depressed. I didn't even glance at the people around me. The miracle doctor felt that his sleeves were light, so he immediately turned around and went back and forth.

Canghai pinched the placket of his left hand, his right hand was still in his arms, and he was already busy shouting: "Hey, why are you leaving again?" I ...... when he caught up, he still pulled his sleeve and said, "I'm just taking something." ”

The divine doctor was stopped by him, and as soon as his hand was withdrawn, he immediately walked away, and Canghai only felt a great headache. I had no choice but to hold the left arm of the divine doctor in his arms, took out a mint candy from the small lacquer box with both hands, and held it in front of the divine doctor, and said lightly: "Do you want to eat?"

Seeing that he didn't even look at it, he leaned into his mouth, and tried to stuff it directly between his teeth, but the doctor tilted his head, and the sugar fell into the dead leaves before he could hold it steadily.

"Tsk!" Canghai frowned and stomped his feet, but he only said in a low voice: "It's a waste." Put away the small lacquer box, pull the doctor's sleeve and look up and say, "Give it back to me." After a while, he dragged the doctor and still walked slowly.

"That grass I gave you......" Canghai said softly again.

He didn't know how many beautiful moments he had missed with his head down, just like when he continued the preface, the divine doctor was half-smiling and half-disgusted, and he was helpless to look at the sky and roll his eyes, as if he missed it. If he knew the truth, he would have regretted it.

"That grass...... Although all three of you guessed correctly...... Of course, you didn't even say a word to know what I meant......" Suddenly stopped his mouth, lowered his head as if blushing, and continued: "But what I give you is different from what I send them...... Not...... There is still a difference. ”

His eyes rolled secretly for a long time, he raised his eyes to observe the divine doctor's expression, and said, "Gong San has looked for you?"

He stopped. The miracle doctor naturally stood still.

Canghai sighed, and walked again. said lightly: "The grass I gave you...... It's really different from theirs. There are two trees for you, one for each of them. ”

The divine doctor's face suddenly turned red. The laughter could hardly help but erupt. Then stop.

Canghai had pinched his sleeve and stood under the pear blossom tree. Look up. Canghai suddenly remembered the Qingming Linxue in the demonless courtyard of Fangwailou that day. I remembered that I was wearing a gray-blue robe that day, with ice silk and bamboo embroidered on it, and what was covered outside, but I don't remember it. In a trance, he looked behind his shoulder, and he couldn't see any bugs on his collar.

Canghai didn't know that this little deception hit his soul so hard. In the future, as long as there is a standing flower tree, there will always be insects in the back.

"Ahem......" Canghai raised his head and cleared his throat, pulled the edge of the divine doctor's sleeve, and looked at the pear blossom and whispered:

"The fragrance of the snow is there, and the god of Qingming is immortal.

Under the Demon Flower Tree. I don't see anyone side by side. ”

"Alas......" Canghai couldn't help but sigh after reading, and said softly: "The grass I gave you......" raised his head and saw that the divine doctor was staring at him with an iron face, and was stunned for a moment, and remembered what kind of crooked poem he read next to the divine doctor standing side by side.

Canghai grabbed the wrist of the divine doctor, looked at the divine doctor's phoenix eyes earnestly, and said in a low voice: "I was wrong again......"

Indeed, the banquet was prepared.

Before noon, it was already staggered.

Boss Qian looked at the situation in front of him, and still couldn't come back to his senses until this time, still thinking that he was a bystander, just to chase a strange rabbit and accidentally fell into a tree hole. After sleepwalking, I browsed the untrue conquests of other countries, and I seemed to be an important foreign aid warrior in other countries, but in fact, I had to wake up from my dreams sooner or later, and there was nothing about myself in the affairs of other countries.

The Chinese are the same as the Dongying people. More than 100 people are sitting intimately in one place, pushing cups and changing lamps. Calling brothers and sisters. Although the other party can't understand what he is saying at all.

The old closet was sticking to the ear of the boss and said, "Big brother, drink less." Outsiders are here today, and it's too late to change this decoration or something......"

The conversation is not over yet. Nakamura has put his arm on the shoulders of the dry boss. The boss turned around, so intimate that his face almost stuck with Nakamura. Boss Qian suddenly thought that in fact, this middle village can also be called a personal child, but it is just a "poor personal child".

Nakamura smiled while holding the wine bowl: "Qianjun, aren't you happy? It's rare for everyone to gather together today, and your mysterious boss has also praised you for our alliance, why are you sad?"

After a pause, he patted Boss Qian's back and smiled: "Ha Lu! I know what I said! Qianjun don't blame him for being straightforward and quick-talking, for the sake of our long-term cooperation, we should spread out and talk about something! Is Qianjun resentful of waking you up last night? But you also let you wait for you for a few hours this morning! Can't we even settle it?" The last sentence was like a coquettish grunt, and the slap on the back of the dry boss did not stop, almost making the dry boss vomit all the food at noon yesterday.

The dry boss raised the bowl and touched it with Nakamura, but he didn't drink it when he brought it to his mouth. Boss Qian suddenly thought that he could actually ask Nakamura to help him collect Zhao San's grandson's taxes, and if he didn't pay it, he would pat you on the back; if he didn't pay it, then you would just wait to spit out the lunch the next day.

Boss Qian, this is a trick that I don't know if the prince of the road doesn't move his blade and doesn't use his hands, otherwise he has to find a way to let Nakamura, a real villain, taste it. Even if there is no hot fight between the prince and the divine doctor, there is no trouble, and the two knives can be inserted into each other's brotherhood. Even when I wrote this, I couldn't help but shudder.

Nakamura suddenly raised the wine bowl high, raised it straight above his head, and shouted in broken Chinese: "Cheers!" Who knew that the others also raised the bowl, and the edge of the bowl touched the "drunken wind" person, and the Chinese shouted: "Cheers!"

The dry boss was looked at by everyone after the toast, and had to get up and fill the house for Nakamura with his own hands. When everyone saw it, they were busy filling it with alcohol, waiting for the boss to speak.

Boss Qian slowly raised the wine bowl to his chest, first looked at Nakamura and said a word, and then said aloud: "For the sake of the incomprehensible providence!" Nakamura was stunned, and immediately laughed in agreement, and everyone drank bitterly, and they were happy for a while.

Only the old closet was in a hurry. Suddenly, I heard the boss ask casually: "Is the left waiter back?"

The old man was stunned, and Fang Mao's waist replied, "Not yet." ”

Boss Qian nodded, and Nakamura pestered again.

Ma Yan sat in a position not too far and not too close in front of the dry boss. Silently drank the wine, a small sip, a small sip. Ma Yan's alcohol consumption is not very good, but it is not too bad. It's just that on such an important day today, it's always troublesome to get drunk.

Boss Qian was dizzy when he got drunk, in addition to liking to smash things, Ma Yan also knew that the boss of the Dao Dao was powerless.

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