Chapter 737

Zi'er... Old man Xue drank the wine in the cup happily. Suddenly, a burning feeling began to spread from his mouth and spread all over his body in the blink of an eye!

This one mouthful of wine is like how to drink a burning knife!

Yes, this is the smell of the general's tears. Without saying anything else, it must be liquor by this name.

How can the general drink those soft wine? Even the general's tears are hard tears!

This is too sudden. Old man Xue has been waiting for this mouthful of wine for a long time. Rao is so. He has long been used to the soft taste, mild and clear wine of jiuxianju. This mouthful also makes him a little slow.

Hurry to press the hot feeling. After all, he claims to be a veteran of the battlefield. If he can't even carry a mouthful of liquor, he can still drink in the future. He will be ridiculed by these friends.

Barely even the wine in his mouth, old Xue still had time to see others, but he was stunned. Those old friends sat there with their eyes closed, and there was a kind of... Intoxication on their faces?

How is that possible?

He is such a drinker as Lao Xue. He can't stand such a fierce breath. What's the situation with these old guys? Didn't Lao song say that he poured three cups on weekdays?

Old man Xue was thinking about this problem. Suddenly, he felt a shock, and the fire was still hot, but there came an inexplicable feeling, as if... As if he had just finished a fierce battle when he was young

Old man Xue didn't find it. Unconsciously, his eyes closed slowly and began to experience that feeling carefully.

When you are drunk, heaven and earth are big, and the sun and moon are long in the gourd. You can experience your original mood with the taste of wine. This is the most attractive place for general tears!

After all... Purely in terms of taste, there is nothing strange about it. It may even be as refreshing as pear blossom white. At least the fierce taste should not be liked by many people

Old Xue closed his eyes and felt that everything at the beginning echoed in his consciousness. His comrades in arms and fresh lives constituted the most tragic scene on the whole battlefield

What's the matter with some old men? The other relatives and friends sitting at the table are a little strange.

Although it has been said that you can eat and drink at will before, this kind of banquet is certainly not like you eating a bowl of mutton noodles at home. The "protagonists" haven't finished their first glass of wine yet. Naturally, you can't move chopsticks at will.

Xue Lingyun's little aunt was the most sharp eyed and suddenly said, "what's going on, Dad, why are you crying?"

Yes, old Xue's eyes were closed, but a tear slowly came out of his eyes. In fact, it was not just him, but several other old friends.

Seeing that several old men were like this, some people couldn't help looking at Qin Feng. He brought the wine. Naturally, if he had a problem drinking it, he would find him. I don't know what kind of wine he got. It would have such an effect!

"You should be honest and tell the leaders what to drink and what the consequences will be!" But a guard couldn't help it. He directly came forward and shouted to Qin Feng.

I don't know whether it was brought by old man song or by boss Xiao's father. Anyway, I'm not familiar with Qin Feng. Look at the guards of old man Xue, who just stood there with a leisurely face.

People are also loyal to their duties. Qin Feng just wanted to explain, but an old voice sounded at the table: "Xiao Chen, stop, we're okay!"

Xiao Chen, the guard, looked back at the speech, but found that several old men had opened their eyes, but the expression on their face was a little unnatural.

The chief is fine, and has already spoken. Xiao Chen quickly whispered an apology and dodged.

Several old men looked at each other and saw each other's ideas. Old man Xue sighed, looked at Qin Feng and said, "Xiao Qin, tell me your new wine, what's its name..."

The melon eaters around felt interesting. They looked at several old men and Qin Feng. It seemed that the wine was good, but why didn't some old men shout good wine as before?

Qin Feng, just as he had expected this situation for a long time, said with a light smile on his face: "Grandpa, this new wine, called general tears, was brewed by me after drinking with a veteran and listening to him tell the story of that year."

"General tears, general tears, general also has tears, but he must make himself cold. Why doesn't the general want to bring everyone back... Good name, good name..." old Xue closed his eyes and said, as if he was muttering to himself and explaining to others.

After saying that, old man Xue woke up, looked at the relatives and friends around him and said with a smile: "don't care, we... Also have feelings. Don't be stunned. Eat vegetables and eat vegetables quickly!"

The banquet finally began. Although the wine on other tables was not general's tears, it was also a good wine from wine Xianju. It tasted mellow and made a group of relatives happy.

Boss Qin, because of the general's tears, was directly pulled by old man Xue and sat beside him. Of course, he was only allowed to eat, not drink.

After all, in the words of old man Zhao, your boss Qin still needs this wine. Let's have a good drink

So Qin Feng had to sit and serve. Fortunately, after the catalysis of the general's tears, several old men opened their chatterboxes and collectively began to think about that year.

Mr. Qin is very pleased to think of the "several people back from the ancient campaign" on the task panel, but he also feels pity. It would be better if there were more old men today.

Unfortunately... Things won't be so peaceful forever. After drinking a few glasses of wine, several old men suddenly changed their painting style. They just hugged their necks and thought about what they had in those years. In the twinkling of an eye, they began to argue because of the last general's tears and began to scold by pointing to their nose

And old man Xue was almost sprayed into a sieve because he was suspected of hiding general's tears

"Lao Xue, you think we are fools. Xiao Qin must have given you a lot of general tears. It's absolutely impossible to have a pot. Take it out quickly!" The elegant smell of old man song disappeared and his eyes widened instead.

It seems that this is the true face of the soldiers who led the war in those years, but it's also normal. How can a good gentleman control the field.

Several old men quarreled there, and no one dared to persuade them. After all, if anyone dared to persuade them, several old men would scold you and regret you

The most important thing is that I have quarreled many times before. In the end, it will end in peace, and then continue to quarrel next time

Boss Qin coquettishly played soy sauce and appreciated the combat effectiveness of several old men. He didn't look like he was the mastermind, and then

"Xiao Qin, tell me, did you just give him a pot?" Old man song looked at Qin Feng and asked.

Boss Qin was making soy sauce. He didn't expect that the pot would be thrown on him. He said, "of course, it's two pots. How ugly one is... It's definitely one pot, one pot. Grandpa, listen to me..."

The black pot came too fast, like a tornado. Boss Qin couldn't explain. Looking at old Xue's face, he began to wonder how he died today

Miss Xue next to her covered her face. Xiao Qinzi, it's not that my sister doesn't save you. There's really no way to save you. Don't worry. I'll find a good family when you go. I'm sure you can rest assured... Hee hee.