Sister, you miss me

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, Nie Kangtian made an appointment with him.

Yang Feng originally wanted to bring two girls, but Nie Kangtian, like an unknown prophet, vaguely reminded him that there are things to talk about.

Therefore, Yang Feng had to go to the meeting alone.

As soon as he walked in, Yang Feng felt that the atmosphere was different. Nie Qing, who was serving food in an apron, was so shy and said, "Wash your hands and eat."

It seems that Yang Feng is just as natural as his family.

Yang Feng was stunned, and was pushed by Nie Kangtian, "What are you dazing about, wash your hands, waiting for you to drink!"

Yang Feng went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came out, Lan Wei gave him a meaningful smile.

Yang Feng felt abruptly in his heart, secretly thinking that the Nie family was a bit weird tonight. I was afraid that this meal was not good for digestion, so I must pay attention to everything and always pay attention.

"Xiao Feng, what do you think!" Nie Kangtian handed two bottles of Feitian Moutai specially provided by the military area to Yang Feng, "Open it, drink less tonight, one for each person."

"Yes."

Ordinary people must slap their tongues when they hear this, but the amount of alcohol they drink, one bottle per person, is really considered to be less.

In front of Nie Kangtian, everything can be lazy, but there is nothing to hide from drinking, there is no way, everyone knows who has a few catties.

Yang Feng has opened the two bottles of wine and is going to pour it to Nie Kangtian.

Nie Kangtian snatched a bottle and said with a smile: "Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, regardless of others. Come by yourself."

Yang Feng had no choice but to take care of himself.

After two cups were filled, Lan Wei mother and daughter also served the last dishes, a plate of hairy crabs and a pot of turtle soup.

The table was full of home-cooked dishes such as chicken, fish, meat, and eggs, and these last two dishes had to stand in midair.

The mother and daughter sat down, and Yang Feng asked, "Auntie, what can I drink?"

"Our mothers drink rice wine, Lao Nie, you guys also drink less." When speaking, Lan Wei kept blinking at her husband.

Nie Kangtian made a clear expression, patted his chest again, and said, "I told Xiao Feng that I won’t drink more tonight, one bottle per person. You don’t know how much I drink, one bottle is simply drizzle……"

Before he finished speaking, Nie Kangtian was stunned, because his daughter was holding Yang Feng's wine bottle and pouring herself wine.

"My dear girl, what are you..." Nie Kangtian widened his eyes in confusion.

"I want to drink something white." Before Nie Qing had a drink, two red spots appeared on his face.

"We've said that, everyone cleans up the snow, regardless of others' frost. It's unfair. Dad will give you some."

"I am enough." Nie Qing lowered his eyes and said softly.

Nie Kangtian looked up at the sky forty-five degrees, and said: "Who said that the daughter is the little padded jacket of the father? I just want to say that the female college is not staying!"

Seeing that his daughter's head was almost buried under the table, Lan Wei kicked Nie Kangtian.

"Oh, come, on this Mid-Autumn Festival, we are fortunate enough to get together, and everyone will go." Nie Kangtian suggested.

The wine glasses cried together, but Nie Qing's eyes always avoided Yang Feng.

After drinking, Nie Kangtian and Lan Wei kept picking up vegetables for Yang Feng. Soon, the empty plates in front of him were full, and Lan Wei even peeled crabs for Yang Feng himself.

Yang Feng was flattered, like sitting on pins and needles.

The enthusiasm of Nie Kangtian and the couple is excusable. Today, Nie Qing is uncharacteristically, completely becoming a feminine lady.

Nothing is courteous, whoever commits rape is steals.This old saying lingered in Yang Feng's mind.

Ever since, the delicious crabmeat and crab roe were chewed in the mouth, and the taste was much worse because of absent-mindedness.

Nie Kangtian was a professional soldier and a veteran. He was very refreshing when he drank. After a few shots with Yang Feng, both bottles of wine were down two-thirds.

Nie Kangtian hiccuped and said to Yang Feng: "Drink, eat, drink more, eat more, drink slowly, eat slowly."

"Okay." Yang Feng smiled and nodded.

Alcohol can still be courageous, not courageous. For example, at this moment, Yang Feng's courage is obviously strengthened, and his guard is gradually loosening.

Lan Wei stared at Nie Kang's angel, Nie Kangtian smiled and said, "Xiao Feng, how long have you been to the base?"

"Oh, it's been almost a year without knowing it, and I haven't felt it." Yang Feng said in surprise, and couldn't help feeling that time always passed by you inadvertently.

Nie Kangtian nodded: "My old chief Zhou Weiguo absorbed you into the organization. This is definitely the most correct thing he has done in his life, and it is also a destiny for both of us. Otherwise, I would have become a martyr. I can’t drink with you now."

"It's all over." Yang Feng said.

Alcohol makes people more sensitive than usual. Yang Feng thinks of Chen Fugui who died in Colin and many comrades in arms. He feels sad for a while. In these days of reunion, how should their families spend?

They are all about 30 years old. They are the sons of their parents, the fathers of their children, and the husbands of their wives. They are gone. In this special day, how should their parents, wives and children dispose of this grief?

Thinking of this, Yang Feng's eyes were red, and there was soreness in his nose.

"Xiaofeng, you and Xiaoqing have known each other for almost a year."

"Yeah." Yang Feng's nasal voice was heavy at this time.

"In martial arts, she has never admired anyone, except you."

"Oh." The heavy mood made Yang Feng bother to lift the bar. If it was normal, he would definitely say that it was because she had never met a master.

"In addition to admiring your kung fu, she also admires your personality, stabs at her friends, and is incumbent on justice."

Yang Feng smiled and shook his head, and took a sip of Maotai.

"Xiaofeng, what do you think of Xiaoqing?" Lan Wei asked excitedly.

"Very good. Kung fu is good, better than many boys, women do not let the eyebrows; a strong sense of justice, can not tolerate a grain of sand in their eyes."

Nie Qing bit his lip and raised his eyes slightly.

Lan Wei's eyes smiled like crescents: "In fact, we Xiaoqing can also be very ladies. We can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. There is no problem with sewing and mending. And today's dishes are basically made by Xiaoqing. What do you think? !"

Yang Feng looked at Nie Qing in surprise. She lowered her head again when she had just plucked up the courage, and muttered: "Mom, you are really a princess selling melons and boasting, how can I be as good as you said?"

Lan Wei winked at Yang Feng, Yang Feng understood, and said, "It's good, it's really good."

Nie Qing combed her short shoulder-length hair with her hands, beautiful and elegant movements.

Nie Kangtian said: "Xiaofeng, my uncle and your father are comrades-in-arms, and even good brothers. He turned the tide on more than one occasion and rescued many comrades, just like you."

Nie Kangtian said more and more emotionally: "I hope you promise me to understand, support and tolerate Xiaoqing."

"I will." Yang Feng faintly felt that the couple were trying to sell their daughter.

"Xiaoqing, go, get something." Nie Kangtian was a little unclear, thinking it was because the wine was not intoxicating and everyone was drunk.

The confused Yang Feng turned his head and found that Nie Qing was holding a delicate sword box in his hand, walking along.

The carved hollow sword case is engraved with three seal characters-Yitian sword.

Yang Feng's eyes widened, without turning his eyes, murmured, "Is this another sword in the artifact of the great man protecting the country?"

"Exactly." Nie Kangtian got up, took the sword case with a solemn expression, and his voice became vigorous, "This is the heirloom of our old Nie family. The so-called gift of a sword to the hero will not be insulted in your hands. it."

"It's too expensive, I can't ask for it."

Seeing Nie Kangtian send the sword case forward, Yang Feng woke up most of the wine and waved his hand again and again.

Just kidding, it's not just a heirloom, it's probably one of the daughter's dowries.

Nie Kangtian's next words confirmed Yang Feng's judgment. He smiled and said, "Although the Yitian Sword is a family heirloom, there are things that are more valuable than heirlooms."

"I'm going to serve the soup." Nie Qing walked to the kitchen with the turtle soup that hadn't moved at all.

"Xiaoqing will still be shy, haha." Nie Kangtian smiled and shook his head, and pushed the sword case forward again, "Xiao Feng, don't refuse."

"Uncle Nie, I appreciate your kindness, but this is not the era of cold weapons. No matter how sharp the sword is, I can only play it at home. This thing can't be boarded on trains or airplanes." Yang Feng tried to use it so clumsy. Excuses to refuse.

"You can check in!"

Nie Kangtian forcibly stuffed Yang Feng into Yang Feng's hands. Yang Feng turned his head and saw the expectation in Nie Qing's eyes. When he looked back, he found the dedication on Lao Nie's face. He knew that if he didn't accept it, he was afraid this Mid-autumn dinner I can't eat it.

"Thank you, then I would be disrespectful."

The matter is finished, and the wine is finished.

Nie Kangtian said with a hot face, "Xiao Feng, two more bottles?"

"Go, such an adult, don't words count? Drink less wine and eat more vegetables." Lan Wei objected first.

"That's right, eat vegetables." Nie Kangtian poured rice wine for the two of them himself, then lifted the bastard's back and placed it on the plate in front of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng reluctantly made it unpalatable. Nie Kangtian looked at Yang Feng eagerly: "Xiao Feng, do you know how to use swordsmanship?"

Yang Feng shook his head pragmatically. He really hadn't dabbled in swordsmanship, but the martial arts were all connected. Give him a sword, and he would be able to kill the enemy in the most effective way.

Nie Kangtian took Yang Feng's hand and said, "Go, uncle teaches you swordsmanship."

The two came to the backyard.

Between the vines and bamboos and a few golden osmanthus, there is an open space with a radius of five or six meters. The ground is surrounded by golden autumn chrysanthemums.

Nie Kangtian opened the sword case and took out the Heavenly Sword. The scabbard was also engraved with beautiful patterns and wrapped with copper wire, giving a sense of simplicity.

Screaming——Nie Kangtian already holds the sword in his hand, and the mirror-like sword body reflects everything around him.

Nie Kangtian put up a fairy-guided starter style, swinging his sword to draw a circle, a large circle and a small circle, a whole circle and a semicircle, or a fan.

Yang Feng probably saw it. It was a Tai Chi sword, but it was different from the old man in the park.

What's the difference?

It is the sword power of opening and closing, the sword aura of vertical and horizontal direction, and the killing intent that can be retracted freely.

But seeing the Yitian sword circle around, and the golden chrysanthemums flying in the air, and then falling like rain, there is also a feeling of colorful falling.

"Old Nie, did you say that these flowers provoke you or provoke you?"

Nie Kangtian received his sword and stood proudly in the rain of flowers. He was about to indulge himself, but was met with fierce complaints from his wife.

Nie Kangtian hurriedly inserted the Heavenly Sword back into the scabbard in Yang Feng's hand, and apologized to the angry hostess.

Yang Feng secretly felt a little funny, that the all-powerful general was so terrified.

At this time, the phone vibrated and took it out to see that it was Hao Li calling.

A wave of tenderness surged in Yang Feng's heart and switched on the phone.