With Chen Xian's insistence, Yue Zheng's family finally decided to move into Chen Xian's home that night. In Chen Xian's opinion, there are many empty rooms in his three-entry house. If he lives in this family more, he will become more popular and feel more homely.

At this time, Chen Xian stood in front of the door and looked at Lu Xiaochai and his brother with a smile. His nephew Yiyi said goodbye, and felt a little sad. Xiaochai had found her family, and what about herself? I'm afraid she can never go back...

If I didn't save the girl who jumped off the subway and committed suicide... Maybe I was still working overtime alone in the office at this moment? Yes, whether it was six hundred years later or at this moment... my home seemed to be deserted and empty. Perhaps this is also the reason why I like to be quiet and not make fun of it even now? At that time, I had been struggling for half my life, and what was I pursuing?

Lu Xiaochai stood in front of the door and watched his brother and his family enter the yard under Liu Changgen's greeting. Then he turned his eyes to Chen Xian, but saw his lover standing aside in a depressed manner, with his eyes blank and unconscious.

She felt soft and walked over slowly, took the initiative to take Chen Xian's hand, and called softly: "Chen Lang?"

"Hmm?" Chen Xian was called back to his soul, and then he realized that Lu Xiaochai was holding his hands with his small hands, and his pupils were cutting water and silently looking at him.

"Chen Lang, what did you think of?" Lu Xiaochai pursed her cherry lips slightly, her eyes full of care and worry.

Chen Xian sighed lightly, then he hugged the girl in front of him and murmured: "I thought of a dream..."

This was the first time in her life that Lu Xiaochai was tightly held in her arms by the opposite sex. She subconsciously wanted to break free, but when she heard Chen Xian's words like a dream, she felt that the person in front of her showed unprecedented fragility. She pursed her lips and plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around the waist of the person in front of her.

"Nan Ke Yimeng's dream...the home in the dream..."

"Now...I understand...you are my home..."

The days when Yue Zheng and his family stayed at Chen Xian's family have indeed made Chen Xian feel much more lively, especially the well-behaved and clever little Yueyue, who can't even take Su Xinshen's face to him.

The shop in Taipingfang has also been rented. Sun Xiaosong is currently hiring several people to work overtime to produce the soap mentioned by Chen Xian, and plans to prepare enough goods before opening at the end of the month.

As for Chen Xian's daily life, in addition to practicing climbing the knife mountain in the laboratory every day, he still ran and climbed the mountain as usual, and meditated on the top of Ziyang Mountain to practice the "meditation of meditation". After visiting Xiaochai in the afternoon, he either led Xiaoli to pass the invitations, or forced Su Xinchen to practice close-up fighting.

At this time, Chen Xian felt the benefits of the White Lotus Sect demon beside him. Although this guy killed without blinking and liked to pretend to be deep, he was indeed proficient in martial arts. Several blockages in Chen Xian's breathing and luck were also suddenly understood by his casual guidance and palm slap. The only inconvenience was... After practicing with him in actual combat, he had to apply the purple all over his body with medicinal wine.

In a blink of an eye, it was the 22nd day of the first lunar month.

Two large red flowers were hung beside the painting wall in front of Huancai Building, and dozens of people were sitting in the main hall. If you look closely, you can see the big figures such as Hangzhou magistrate Gao An, Qiantang magistrate Huang Shao, and Fu Xue professor Fan Xing. Beside these people are Fan Dingbo, a talented man in the capital, Jin Wensheng, former Hangzhou's number one talent, as well as a group of famous talents such as Qian Muduan and Song Ziguan, and a group of scholars from Wansong Academy.

"Why haven't this guy Chen Xian come yet?" Song Jinfeng stood on the second floor, opened the window and looked out quickly, then retracted her head and turned to the woman in a simple white robe, "Can't it be because she dared not go up the oil pan at the bottom of the Knife Mountain? He really thought I was so cruel and would let him do such a thing?"

"Feng Niang, Chen Lang will definitely come!" Lu Xiaochai said with a smile.

The courtesan Xiangyun, who was standing aside, nodded and said softly: "He will definitely come..."

Song Jinfeng was very anxious - Chen Xian had posted so many famous posts, and even the prefect was invited by him. If this boy retreated in the last moment, wouldn't Xiaochai be laughed to death?

Huang Shao stood up, got up and leaned in front of Gao An, and said with a smile: "Master Gao, I don't know when Chen Xingzhi will arrive. Isn't it a neglect you so casually?"

Gao An wore a dark blue satin robe today. He stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "I am very curious about Xingzhi Daoshan Oil Pot Program. Now that I'm just waiting for a little, why bother to be anxious?"

"Come on—"

Suddenly, the waiter of the pauldo who had been protruding his head in front of the door turned around and shouted: "Young Master Chen is here!"

Mi Huang turned his head and looked at Su Xinchen who was holding his arms on the next table, and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Su, what is the performance that Xingzhi said? Could it be that the rumored oil pan at the top of the knife mountain is really not enough?"

He had already known that Su Xinchang was definitely not Chen Xian's cousin, so he changed his words to be called a gentleman.

Although it was winter, Fan Dingbo carried a folding fan with him. At this moment, he shook the folding fan and smiled: "I also want to know... Could it be that Chen Dacaizi is going to write another masterpiece today, with the title of "Dashan and oil pot"?"

"Xingzhi's literary talent is naturally adept at making such lyrics!" Jin Wensheng shook his head, but hesitated and pondered: "But I think Xingzhi will never do this simple move."

While several people were chatting, they saw a man in a civilian carrying a huge oil pan and stopping at the table of everyone. At this time, another person brought a burning charcoal basin and put it under the oil pan.

Su Xinchang knew that these two people were Gu Gong in Chen Xian's Laishi's laboratory. The one who carried the charcoal pot was clearly Sun Xiaosong, the "chief scientific consultant". But Chen Xian practiced climbing sword mountain all day long. How could he have seen him practice kung fu like picking chestnuts through fire?

Even when I use my true qi to protect my arms, I dare not stay in the hot hot oil for a long time. Does this guy really think that after practicing breathing for a few days, he became a top-notch master?

Before everyone could come to their senses, they saw a few people walking in from the door with heavy steps carrying a tall wooden frame.

After several people tried their best to erect the wooden frame, they saw that the wooden frame reached the corridor on the second floor, and there were circles of cold and shining pavilions inserted on the wooden frame!

"Isn't this guy really going to perform a grease pot on the mountain, right?" Song Jinfeng, standing on the corridor on the second floor, stared at the creepy steel knife closest to him in a panic.

Lu Xiaochai also covered her mouth nervously. She made a secret decision that she would not let Chen Lang do this crazy move no matter what.

At this moment, the house was already noisy, and many people even walked quickly to the wooden rack and oil pan. After carefully distinguishing the blade and the oil that was gradually boiling in the pot, they were stunned: "Chen Xingzhi hired that crazy son Sun Xiaosong, and he is afraid he is crazy now!"

"Oh?" After hearing the follower's reply, Gao An also smiled in surprise: "It seems that Xingzhi really wants to perform for us today to climb the knife mountain and put down the oil pan?"

"Chen Xingzhi is here!" Song Ziguan, who was sitting near the door, shouted.

As he finished speaking, everyone saw Chen Xian strode into the door.

This guy was barefoot today and wore a strange set of clothes, with a white cross-collar shirt on his upper body, a white trousers on his lower body, and a pure black belt around his waist, which looked quite like a warrior.

Chen Xian jumped while walking, and made some weird movements from time to time, such as crossing his hands and extending to the top of his head, or suddenly squatting down and stretching out one leg to press it with his palm. Finally, his strange footsteps stopped in front of the oil pan.

Sun Xiaosong ran over and took out an elegant jade bracelet from his arms. He looked down at the oil pan that was boiling and foaming, and hesitated and asked, "Do you really want to put it in?"

"Hurry up and put the token of love in!" Chen Xian waved his hand.
Chapter completed!