"Humph!" Sister Hong twisted her waist arrogantly and walked into the banquet living room.
Mike also looked at the two of them with a half-smile, and then walked in.
The people invited had almost arrived. Jiang Zhixian was about to go in, but was quietly pulled back by Shen.
She gently stretched out her hand and helped Jiang Zhixian straighten his collar, her eyes serious and grateful, "Thank you, Jiang Zhixian."
"Do we still need to be so polite between us?" Jiang Zhixian touched her long hair, held Shen Qingqi's wrist with his backhand, and the two of them walked in one after the other.
As soon as they entered the door, everyone looked at the two of them.
Jiang Zhixian walked to the main seat, helped Shen quietly pull out the chair, smiled, picked up a glass from the table, and lifted it up.
"Thank you everyone for being willing to show me some respect. I'll do it first as a token of respect!" After saying that, Jiang Zhixian brought the full glass of wine directly to his mouth and drank it down.
Everyone fell silent and began to applaud.
Over the years, they have been silent for too long. Whether they are old crabs or "revivalists", they have been waiting for this day for too long.
"Boy Jiang, we all believe in you." Chen Zhong raised his cup and drank too.
Zhou Dachui stood up loudly, groaning and panting. Because the movement was too big, the table shook, and everyone couldn't help laughing.
"Jiang Zhixian, I, Old Zhou, have worked hard all my life for "Beidou". It's you who make me feel that my life has not been in vain!" After saying that, Zhou Dachui picked up a glass of wine from the table and drank it down.
A thick man who is 1.9 meters tall, he didn't expect that he is not good at drinking.
As soon as he drank this glass of wine, Zhou Dachui couldn't help coughing, and his rough face turned black and red.
His eyes were shining and his voice was choked with sobs: "To me, Beidou is my biological son. Now he is about to succeed. I believe it will be able to support the third galaxy, restore the magnetic field, and benefit people all over the world."
"Okay!" Blind Yang took the fan, slapped it on the table, and groped for the wine glass on the table.
Guifen, who was sitting aside, quickly helped to pass the cup. Bai Xiazi raised his lips happily and stood up with the wine glass. "Everyone said that I was blind, that I was dead, that I would never be able to drink again." If I can't draw a blueprint, I, Yang Yanzhang, have become a useless person! I just don't believe in this evil."
After saying that, he picked up the cup and drank it all.
"I, Blind Yang, can't do anything else, but I dare say that no one in the eight major galaxies can be better than me in drawing blueprints. Mr. Jiang, if it weren't for you, all of us might have ended our lives in confusion. Even if we died, we wouldn't be able to do anything else." I’m not willing to give in.”
"Well said." Lao Huang stood up with a groan, sadness gradually appearing on his serious face, "We have lost so many old friends over the years, and now we are the only ones left. We don't love this country. Don't we want the third galaxy to get better and better? We love this land more than anyone else."
"Whose life is not life? When Wen Cai knelt down to beg me, I didn't let go." Lao Huang wiped his tears, and his face covered with grooves was squeezed into a ball due to emotion. "Tianshu's plan is to drink poison to quench thirst. To exchange the lives of a group of people for the peace of a galaxy is a big lie!"
"That's right, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain." Zhou Dachui took over the words, "Fight for the third galaxy!"
"Fight!"
Several elderly revivalists were in high spirits, completely stirring up the atmosphere of the banquet.
"Let me say a few words." The old crab sighed, stood up slowly, and glanced at everyone in front of the round table, his eyes gradually becoming moist. "Old guys, I haven't seen you for ten years."
"Pang Xieyi, you used to be the genius I admired the most." Blind Yang followed the voice, looked in the direction of the old crab, and sighed: "We knew you had difficulties back then. At that time,
Beidou is indeed immature, and we understand that you don’t want to stand on our side.”
"It's my fault." The old crab shook his head, "I'm too conceited."
At that time, he couldn't even hold love in his mind, and all he knew was running around chasing a drawing. For the sake of "Qiongqi", he really missed too much.
"Pang Xieyi." Grandma Guifen stood up and moved gently. She held the cup and raised it to him, "The person you were most sorry for back then was your junior sister."
"It's my fault." Pang Xieyi lowered his head.
I thought Guifen would scold him bloody, but she didn't expect that she just drank the wine in one gulp, and then said: "You can't force things like feelings. In the past, we were filled with righteous indignation and always felt that you were responsible for the death of our little junior sister.
Made by one hand. Now that I am older, I am much more enlightened and cannot force many things."
Why did Pang Xieyi leave?
Ultimately, it's just because I don't like it enough.
People must be responsible for their own actions.
The junior sister decided to marry Dong Yuexing. Although there was an element of anger, it was her own choice.
Times have changed now, and it is time for all grudges and grudges to end.
"Guifen, I..." The old crab hesitated to speak.
Grandma Guifen just shook her head gently and said in a relieved tone: "I won't say anything anymore. My life has been worth it."
In this life, there is not only love between men and women, but also the love of family and country.
During this period of time, these old bones are working hard, for fear of wasting a second. Time waits for no one, and the time left to them is wrong. Being able to see Beidou supporting the third galaxy in their lifetime has become everyone's dream.
wish.
"Thank you for your love, I will not let you down!" Jiang Zhixian raised the cup again and said loudly.
This is not only his promise to Shen Qingqiu, but also his promise to everyone present.
"Brother Jiang." Mike stood up and simply had a drink, "Thank you!"
His eyes were complicated and seemed to contain a thousand words, but in the end he only uttered two words.
Sister Hong next to her shook her head slightly and said seriously: "You are still young and you will do great things in the future."
She already knows Mike's identity, and she also knows that Jiang Zhixian will fully support him in ascending to the throne. Today he is still Mike, but after tomorrow, he will be Qin Chengyue, the most noble little prince in the empire!
"Sister Hong, I will remember your kindness in my heart." Mike raised the cup with gratitude in his eyes.
Sister Hong took out her handkerchief and covered her eyes, "Over the years, I have really treated you as my son."
"I know." Mike's voice trembled slightly.
He could no longer remember his mother's appearance. He only remembered the blood on the ground, like a meandering river.
"Good boy, Sister Hong wishes you great success and a promising future!"