Xue Xiangzheng comforted Xiaowan, Kang Tong, Lei Xiaotian and Zhu Shijun, all of whom were ashen with blue faces and red eyes, and Lei Xiaotian rushed in with the most anxious nature. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he shouted with a sad face: "Third brother, he...he's gone!"

Xue Xiang hurriedly supported Xiaowan and leaned on the sofa, stood up to welcome the three of them. Although he didn't have much pain, he could fully understand the mentality of these stubborn masters who were still GM players. The death of the superstar was like a collapse of the sky and the earth for the Republic. It was the collapse of a god in the spiritual world, far exceeding the shock brought to them by the Qin and Tang earthquake. Xue Xiang didn't know how to persuade the three of them. He was in a daze, and Xiaowan was still crying at home, and the two little guys were also depressed by the sudden sadness of the people. They sat there stupidly, staring at the TV, as if they wanted to see what happened in this electric box.

Xue Xiangzheng tried to comfort everyone, but another noise broke out in his ears, and then the door was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in. He looked up and saw that they were all acquaintances in the military sub-court compound, both young and old, men and women, about thirty or forty people, all of whom were sad and tear-stained. He knew that everyone was watching TV, and although most of them had radios at home, everyone was still willing to watch the screen and listen to the broadcast.

Seeing everyone coming, Xue Xiang hurriedly called Kang Tong and the other two to move the TV out. He knew that more people would come later. Although the main hall was large, it was not a place for mourning. Kang Tong and the other two didn't care about crying and got up and turned the TV onto the playground of the courtyard where they were screened on weekdays. Xue Xiang hugged the little guy, held Xiaoyi and Xiaowan and followed behind, and went out.

As soon as Xue Xiang left the gate, his ears were filled with various sounds, crying, shouting, and radio... The sound seemed to be close to far, clear and ethereal. It was because the sad figures, crying shouts everywhere in the courtyard, and the radios of each family were turned on; it was because the entire capital and even the entire Republic were not like this? The sounds formed by the gathering fill the world. Isn’t this the feeling of hearing it?

When Xue Xiang walked to the playground, the TV was set up and started playing again. The family members in the courtyard seemed to have come out. No one brought a chair, and the three hundred people were black. They stood in front of the TV for more than a dozen rows, listening to the sorrow, international songs and obituaries on the TV over and over again. Xue Xiang took Sanxiao and stood in the last row. Suddenly, he called Xiaowan and Xiaoyi and took Xiaoshi home. After a while, when he returned, he had a roll of black veil and a pair of scissors in his hand. The black veil was exactly what he bought at noon. He put down Xiaoshi, cut the black veil into ribbons, tied it to each of Xiaowan and the other two, and tied it to himself, and turned around and walked towards the front row of the queue.

Xue Xiang was tall and everyone saw the black veil raised in his hand. Without waiting for everyone to ask for it, he had already cut the black veil cut into strips. In addition to grief, everyone secretly praised him for his carefulness. After he put on the black veil, he returned to the back row, still hugged Xiaoshi, and stood aside to mourn.

This mourning was set in the setting sun and the setting sun shone in the evening. The little guy was extremely depressed by the resentment all over the sky, and was always being held in Xue Xiang's arms with a frown. At this moment, she couldn't hold it anymore. Her little body kept twisting in Xue Xiang's arms, and she was about to cry. Xue Xiangzi also knew that it was not good to let Xiaoyi and Xiaoshi stay in this bleak environment. He hugged Xiaoshi and greeted Kang Tong and the other two, and turned around to lead the third little boy home. Because of his black veil just now, no one thought that he was making arrows, so no one stopped him. (The courtyard is full of military families, so it is necessary to pay tribute to the grand ceremony.)

Xue Xiang started the motorcycle when he got home, hugged the little guy in front, greeted Xiaowan and Xiaoyi to get on the car, took the three of them and left the house. As soon as he left the entrance of the alley, the car speed rose. As soon as he crossed the Hufang Bridge, he heard the sound of sorrow and cried. He took the three little guy out to relieve his sorrow, so he would not have the depression suddenly become damaging and his body. He would not be willing to continue to be surrounded by this sad mood. He greeted Xiaowan and Xiaoyi to grab their clothes, stomp on the accelerator, and the speed of the car suddenly soared. Not long after, the little guy leaned against Xue Xiang's chest.

He shouted in the wind, and there was no joy in his voice, but his voice was clear, which seemed to have completely disappeared. Xiaowan stopped sobbing, and the strong wind caused by the highway seemed to blow through every pore of her, washing her body clean from inside to outside. Xiaoyi was stuck between Xiaowan and Xue Xiang, his lips were tightly pursed, and the wind could not blow him, but the tension brought by the highway made the little slutty man have no time to think and his mind was full of "slow, slow down", but the other person just refused to say it, and his sister shouted in front of him, "I'm timid, don't you want to save face?"

Xue Xiang headed northward, aiming directly at the Qidaling Great Wall. The Qidaling Great Wall is northwest of the capital and is in Yanqing County. It is more than 70 kilometers away from Xue Xiang's family. Even if he galloped all the way, the sky was getting darker when he arrived at Qidaling. He didn't care how late it was. Visiting here was like Wang Ziyou's visit to Dai on a snowy night. Others were for the sake of enjoyment, but he was to relieve the sorrows of the three little girls, and he returned home as soon as he was separated.

Xue Xiang got off the Qidaling Great Wall. It was no longer the time to climb. He led the third little girl to look at the Great Wall for a while, got on the bus and returned. When he came, he was like a lightning, and when he returned, he was like a snail. Since the third little girl was much more energetic, it was no longer necessary to gallop again. At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, shining thousands of miles, the cool breeze hit, and the flowers and plants were dancing. At this beautiful time, how could Xue Xiang let it go? It is precisely: flowers bloom and brightly under the moon, and it is better to return slowly.

Xue Xiang carried the three little girls slowly along the way. The breeze and the moon were bright, and the forests were surrounded by bamboos, reflecting the left and right. When he returned home, the little guy was already full of spring breeze and smiled like the past; his little intention was gone, his eyes were shining, and he seemed to be still unfulfilled; even Xiaowan, who was the saddest before, was wiped out.

Xue Xiang raised his hand and looked at the time. It was past nine o'clock and the TV was still on the playground to play. I don't know how Kang Tong and the other two are in a mood now. Everyone gathered to mourn. It is not too painful for the three of them to come.

"Brother, I'm hungry." The little guy touched his stomach and started to scream. It seemed that she was really hungry. The "big guy" who called Xue Xiang with a smile on his usual hipster and smiles was also replaced by "big brother", and the "swer" was also replaced by "me".

As soon as the little guy called hunger, Xue Xiang also started to croak in his stomach. It was past nine o'clock, how could he not be hungry? The Western food at noon was full, and he had not eaten for more than nine hours. He stood for so long. As soon as the word hunger was raised, the feeling of hunger surged up like a thunderbolt. Xiaowan got up and wanted to go to the kitchen to pick up dinner, but Xue Xiang stopped him: "Little baby, take out your snacks for your second sister first, third brother to make your stomach, and elder brother to make dinner for you."

The little guy's snacks were all collected by her and Xiaoyi after they were divided up. Xiaoyi was a reckless person and always liked to bring snacks to school to give them to Zhang Meili, the angel in his mind. He was so good at showing off, giving some of this and that one. After getting a generous reputation, he became a sunshine tribe. It was not that he had thought of the idea of ​​hitting the little guy, but the little guy was so vigilant about him that he was amazingly aware of him, and he often called "not stealing" in his dreams. In this way, this idea was to have a baby. The little guy was a calculating "little bourgeoisie", and all the good snacks were

She would put it away, taste it a little every day, and live a long and comfortable life. At this moment, the little guy heard Xue Xiang's call and was not petty, and he didn't mention any conditions. He responded clearly, then went back to the room, took out a small pink bag, which contained his treasured chocolates, sandwich biscuits and other high-end snacks. The little guy knew that his sister was very sad today, so he felt a little distressed. He took out his own treasure just to make his sister happy. As for the third brother, he would make him generous.

Xue Xiang opened the refrigerator, took out a large piece of beef, some tomatoes, celery, and returned to the kitchen. It was getting late and everyone was very hungry. He had no time to cook and planned to put a bowl of noodles to satisfy his hunger. In his previous life, he was alone, and cooking was the only one who cooked in the fire was the only skill of the family. He was very bored, and his cooking skills were quite good.

The coal stove was warm and the coal was newly replaced in the afternoon. At this time, the flame was low and it was not suitable for cooking. Xue Xiang opened the stove, grabbed a handful of hay, lit it, stuffed it into the stove, and added two more firewood, which immediately started to burn. The stove was built long, and two iron pots were set up one in front and one behind. He cleaned the two pots, filled the first pot with water, waited for heating, and turned to pick up the vegetables.

Xue Xiang washed the beef, tomatoes and celery, put them on the chopping board, tied the apron, rolled up his sleeves, and started cutting vegetables. He saw him pulling a knife flower, and the kitchen knife rotated rapidly over the beef piece, so fast that he couldn't see the blade clearly, but the slices of beef thin as cicada wings were produced quickly. He didn't cut it, and in order to get the speed, he picked the slices off directly. After packing the beef, the tomatoes were neatly dismembered into eight petals with one knife flower. After he removed the celery leaves, he cut them into chopped in a storm, and the celery segments with equal thickness and uniform length were announced. The cooking skills of the previous life and the skills of the present life made him feel indescribable: I am not an official, and I must be a first-class chef. Another thought, no one would have any poems in the future sighed me: Being a chef is so peerless, I have no life to be a jw!

When the water in the front pot was slightly boiling, Xue Xiang poured the vegetable oil into the back pot. After pouring the oil, he turned around and returned to the closet to take out the thick noodles of one or two kilograms, and put them all into the boiling front pot. The lid of the pot was covered. The vegetable oil in the back pot was already burning with smoke. He took the dish serving beef, carefully slipped the beef into the oil pot, and a thorn slipped, and the open flame appeared in the oil pot. He hurriedly waved the spatula and stir-fryed for a few times, put in salt, scallions, garlic, dried chili and other seasonings, then stir-fry a few times, add celery, stir-fry after a meal, pour two scoops of water, take out the lid of the front pot and cover it, take a porcelain basin to pick up the noodles that were still stiff. Wait until the water in the back pot boils, the noodles and cut tomatoes are put into the back pot, and wait for two minutes. Xue Xiang started to lower the heat.

After serving a bowl of bright and fragrant beef noodles, the little guy who was eating the biscuits stuffed the biscuits to Xiaoyi who was talking bitterly. He surrounded the basin and shook his little nose, "It smells so good, it smells so good. The eldest brother makes it more fragrant than the second sister." The little guy praised people, but didn't know how to avoid it.

"Little baby, go wash your hands and get the dishes." Xue Xiang smiled, took a towel and wiped his hands.

"Okay, get four?" the little guy asked knowingly, pointing out something.

Xiaoyi gave him a blank look, put down the cream biscuit he had just been asked for, but before he could eat a piece of it, he walked towards her with a bitter face. The little guy smiled proudly, shook his fleshy little body, and led the unlucky third brother to go.

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Chapter completed!