Suddenly, the busy half month passed.
The Spring Festival is almost here, and the streets are filled with the smell of meat stew, chicken killing, and general cleaning. Every family is buying new year's goods in preparation for the festival. At the end of the month, there was a heavy snowfall, which covered the whole city with pure white, and intensified the New Year atmosphere even more.
When Tang Zhao was working in his house, he could hear the sound of firecrackers from time to time. Accompanied by firecrackers, there are also the sounds of children laughing and playing.
A very familiar...yet unfamiliar voice.
I probably haven’t heard of it in a few years, right?
otherwise……
Let’s celebrate the New Year in my hometown, Twilight City.
Since his relatives have passed away one after another, Tang Zhao has no intention of celebrating the New Year. Without reunion, what is the New Year?
Later, I stabilized in Jiugao Mountain and spent three New Years peacefully.
It's just that Jiugao Mountain is a place far away from the world, far away from the hustle and bustle, and far away from human relationships.
White Jade Valley and other outer valleys are a bit more lively during the New Year and festivals, but Zhenyu disciples here don't have much of a New Year atmosphere. Xue Xianyun is obsessed with research and doesn't care about the customs of the year. If he has work to do, he won't take a break during the New Year. Whoever he wants to come over to work will follow him and work overtime all night long. Because Tang Zhao was his favorite disciple, he suffered greatly and often had no time to relax during the New Year.
Shi Chunqing, on the other hand... was still a qualified senior brother at that time. He and senior sister Xue Yeyu would gather everyone to have a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, stay vigil, and set off fireworks, which was quite lively. It’s just that it was a one-day event, and there was no process like Xiaonian, Powu, or Lantern Festival.
Now, he has forgotten how to celebrate the New Year.
Pushing away a half-written sword-making plan, Tang Zhao stretched out, took out his pen and ink again, and planned to write a letter home to Zhuoyu Villa.
This half month was an extremely busy half month, and he did not enjoy the planned vacation at all. Instead, we took three big orders at the same time. Although no one forced him, he still wanted to do better.
So he stayed in his room every day, thinking only about making swords. The plans for three swords were twisted in his mind like twists and turns, Wei Se's sword, Qin Yongcheng's sword, Fan Huanyu's sword...
To this day, Tang Zhao feels that he is overloaded and wants to rest, or even lie down.
A thought really came up and I couldn't bear it anymore. There is no dead line ahead, so why are you so competitive?
Just finish writing the letter home and start fishing until after the Chinese New Year.
Whatever happened to him, let’s talk about it after the New Year.
It is not suitable to work during the Chinese New Year.
As long as Black Spider Villa doesn't bother you, it'll be fine. I hope the Five Poisons will not...
"Sir, the people from the Five Poison Society are here."
Don't know how to promote.
Tang Zhao had a headache. Although he had guessed that they would come, couldn't they come before he made up his mind to destroy them?
Seeing his reluctance, Wei Se said, "Should I tell them to get out?"
Tang Zhao shook his head and said: "That means I broke my promise. There is no reason to go back on what I promised. Ah - it's so annoying. Is the Black Widow here?"
Wei Se said: "They are a few young people."
Tang Zhao nodded and said: "Then I won't pick them up. Just open the door and let them in."
Wei Se nodded and opened the door, saying, "Come in."
Four young people came in together outside. When Tang Zhao came to the door, he expected to see Zhang Xu, who came to deliver gifts last time. Unexpectedly, he didn't. Instead, he saw another familiar person.
"Ah, Jiao Feng, right?"
Tang Zhao saw the leading young man and immediately awakened the memory of four years ago. This was Jiao Feng, a young man who had been friends with him for a month in the Grape Courtyard.
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
Jiao Feng is now in his early twenties, taller than four years ago and taller than Tang Zhao now. He still has a gloomy temperament and an unsmiling look. But when Tang Zhao called out his name, his brows obviously relaxed and he looked happy.
There is a natural difference between genuine happiness and a perfunctory smile. Obviously Jiao Feng also remembers the friendship between the two of them back then.
"Long time no see, Tang Zhao."
He hesitated for a moment, but decided to use the title he used back then. After all, calling him Mr. Tang was quite awkward.
When he called him this, someone behind him said "Huh?" Jiao Feng was a little surprised. He brought with him all the outstanding new members of the gang, so they should all have a look. Who came here so suddenly?
But he ignored it and came to Tang Zhao.
Tang Zhao felt relieved and lost his previous impatience. He said, "It's you who are here. Come in and sit down."
Since they are old friends, it is naturally different. Even if Black Widow specially sent them, the old friends from back then are not fake. Tang Zhao let Jiao Feng into the study. As for the other young Five Poison Society members, Tang Zhao did not entertain them politely, and even He was unwilling to let them enter the old house where his parents lived.
Although it was a bit rude, he really didn't like the Five Poisons Club, so he didn't bother to socialize.
Wei Se stayed outside, pointed to the bench in the corner and said to a few people: "You go and sit for a while. If you want to drink water, there is fresh cold water in the water tank, and there is also a ladle."
Several young people looked unhappy, but they had strict orders not to offend the people here when they came, so they had no choice but to go and sit down. Someone was still looking at the water tank with hidden malice, wondering whether to add a dose of poison to make these two dogs look good. Just because of the power of the village owner, I didn't dare to take action.
Only one young man stayed. He had just stood at the end, and he was very young. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was obviously the least qualified. He kept his head down and couldn't even see his appearance clearly. When he raised his head, he saw that his face was slightly dark, his head was too big, and there was a scar on his face hanging from his ears to the corner of his mouth. At first glance, he looked like a brave and ruthless street gangster.
He took a step forward, showed a somewhat coquettish smile, but looked ferocious because of the scar, and said: "Brother, let me ask you something..." As he spoke, he held Wei Se's hand affectionately.
Wei Se pushed with his backhand, grabbed his wrist, and bent it down from the back joint, making a soft sound.
The young man opened his mouth to scream, but the other hand pressed his mouth, and there was silence.
Several young people at the door stood up together, as if to attack, and said coldly: "Be honest."
A murderous aura swept over, and the others immediately fell silent. They were all gangsters in the underworld. They were young and experienced in fighting. They understood at once - this person was not to be messed with.
Wei Se quickly gave up his murderous aura, let go of the young man, and said, "Be more honest. You can speak, but don't move too much."
The young man held his wrist. He didn't feel much pain, but it was numb from being pinched and his movements were not smooth. It seemed as if the joint had been removed and reinstalled. He felt resentful in his heart. He lowered his head and endured it for a while before continuing to laugh: "Brother , I was confused. Actually, I want to ask, is Mr. Tang just now really called Tang Zhao?"
Wei Se was instinctively disgusted when he heard him calling him by his first name, but his words seemed to have a reason, and said: "Why do you ask this?"
The young man asked: "Is it Tang Zhao, whose hometown is in Wucheng and who originally lived in this old house? His father, Tang Guangyi, the shopkeeper of Tang Guangyi Tang?"
Wei looked at him, and suddenly remembered the old man Tang Zhao met when he visited the grave. That man seemed to be an old man in Tang Zhao's neighborhood, and he was very close to Tang Zhao. Could it be that he was also Tang Zhao's neighbor and childhood friend? So he said: "You are..."
The young man murmured: "It's really him. He has changed a lot. He wasn't like this before... Why is he so cold and indifferent now?"
He raised his eyebrows dangerously. He always felt that this "change" was not a good intention. It seemed to mean that Tang Zhao had become arrogant, and said: "To whom? To you?"
The young man just shook his head and said: "It's the same for everyone. He didn't treat anyone like this before. Even the little beggar on the roadside and the low-life people in the world, he was so nice and angry, treating others as individuals and never looked at others Put down the dishes. As expected, he has also changed and looks down on people anymore... Then what I am like now is nothing..."
After talking about it, his look of disappointment gradually disappeared. He rubbed the scar on his face with his big hand that had been smoothed by his fist bones, and laughed, as if he felt relieved.
He stared at the young man in silence, and finally said: "If you want to reminisce with Mr., you can tell us your name when he comes out. If we have old friendships, we can recognize each other."
The young man chuckled and said: "I understand your words, reminiscing about old times. He and I are not reminiscing about old times. What kind of friendship do we have? Reminiscing about old times is superfluous. You will know when I call him when he comes out later."
He opened his mouth, as if he was going to call Tang Zhao's name in the yard, but when he thought of Jiao Feng inside, he closed his mouth and just stared at the door.
Wei Se only looked at him coldly, showing no expression from beginning to end.
In fact, he was a little curious in his heart. This boy was so brazen, as if the two were life and death friends, but just now Tang Zhao didn't recognize him like he recognized Jiao Feng? How embarrassing would it be if you couldn't recognize it for a while?
Although he started to complain in his heart, Wei Se remained calm.
Following Tang Zhao this year, his expressions became less and less. I used to be able to socialize and socialize in front of normal people, and even express my emotions in real life, but now I can no longer do that.
Because he himself has no expression. In the past, his expressions were all put on and performed by flexing his muscles, which consumed extra energy and was very tiring. Now, he is very comfortable without making any expression at all.
"Brother Jiao, are you still at Black Spider Villa now?" Tang Zhao asked in the room.
Jiao Feng sat relaxedly on the table and chair, almost no longer gloomy, and said: "Well, how else could I come here today? After graduating from that class, I was directly appointed as a guard by the owner of the village and followed her around. What are the benefits? , I just learned a lot, but the disadvantage is that I don’t have much chance to take action, there are fewer battles, and I don’t make much progress in martial arts.”
Tang Zhao said: "That's actually good. I'm not saying that - it's not a good thing to take too many actions in Black Spider Villa."
Jiao Feng said: "That's true. In fact, the Villa has not fought any wars in these years. The year you left, the Villa picked up Iron Scorpion Castle, Jin Chan Island, Heyang and the gangsters in several surrounding counties. It’s all taken. The owner of the village has no intention of expanding any more. If it’s a foreign assignment, it’s basically just looking at places, collecting protection fees, running business and establishing relationships, and maybe even bullying the weak, that’s really boring.”
Tang Zhao shook his head. He really didn't like this kind of underworld. His friendship with the Black Widow was the same thing. The Black Spider Villa had been prosperous in recent years, but he really hadn't done anything good.
Jiao Feng didn't want to talk anymore. The two reminisced about old times for a while and then said: "The time when the owner of the village asks you to take action should be on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month."
