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Chen Xiaolian gently touched his broken arm: "Does it still hurt?"

Liang Qiuju stood up, and the look of depression that had accumulated on his face for many years had been wiped away.

Today, he and Jiang Hu have forgotten each other.

From now on, there will be no more intrigues and no more hiding.

Liang Qiuju smiled happily, as cleanly as a child: "It doesn't hurt."

"From now on, except for you, I won't hurt you anywhere!"

Chen Xiaolian had never seen Liang Qiuju smile so freely, and she had never heard him talk to her like this.

Looking at him blankly, I couldn't help but be fascinated...

While they were laughing and joking, everyone outside formed a large circle around Canghaijun's table.

Everyone is looking forward to Chen Zican's big drama.

Liang Qiuju appeared in the scene holding several jars of wine in his left hand.

Putting the jar down, he laughed loudly and said: "Today's wine is considered to be my wedding wine, Liang. Let's all drink freely. Don't be polite to me."

Everyone booed again.

Monk Tong smiled and said, "Damn it, you call this a wedding wine?"

"This is water, right?"

"Or foot washing water, and did your wife forget to add water?"

Everyone laughed.

Liang Qiuju also chuckled a few times: "Well - it seems that it was all added."

"Next time, come again next time, I, Lao Liang, promise..."

"What do you promise?"

From behind, Chen Xiaolian's charming and refreshing voice came.

Liang Qiuju was stunned for a moment, and his smile became even brighter: "Promise - um, promise to add less water!"

Chen Xiaolian smiled, placed a wine jar on the table, and bowed down to everyone.

"Thank you all for interceding for Lao Liang just now, and thank you so much for this hero, who will no longer pursue Lao Liang's sins and let us live."

She raised her head, hesitated, and pursed her lips.

"The Nu family knows that Lao Liang was not a good person before."

"When the slave family picked him up by the river, he had stab wounds on his body and several broken bones. He was about to die before his eyes..."

"Generations of the Chen family have lived on this bowl of beef noodle soup."

"In my father's generation, because my mother died early, only one member of the slave family was born..."

Chen Xiaolian lowered her head, tears falling to the ground.

Liang Qiuju wanted to help her up, but she pushed her away gently: "In order to keep this sign and continue the Chen family's legacy, dad hired a husband for me."

"The army came across the border the year before last, and my father and husband were both captured and never came back!"

"Dad told me before he left that I must keep this sign and keep the store open..."

Chen Xiaolian took out a handkerchief from her waist and wiped her tears.

"But the slave family really can't support it any longer!"

"A person is busy working day and night."

"It's common for scoundrels everywhere to come and pester me all day long, throwing stools and bowls."

"It doesn't matter if you don't pay for meals. There are often those who use hands and feet and talk dirty..."

At this point, Chen Xiaolian was choked up and speechless.

She covered her face with her hands and fell to the ground crying.

"I know, you all think I am hard-hearted, hot-tempered, and very unlovable..."

"But, who has been willing to be soft-hearted to me all these years?"

"Sometimes, the slave himself hates himself."

"But the slave family has no choice, no choice!"

"If you are not aggressive enough, how can the slave family survive in this world where people eat people!"

Liang Qiuju grabbed her hand and covered it in his palm.

She looked at Liang Qiuju with tears in her eyes: "It wasn't until Lao Liang came that everything slowly got better."

"This is the first time that the slave family feels that they have support and the courage to live!"

"The slave family knows that he has many things on his mind and has suffered a lot."

"He may leave one day..."

"However, as long as he doesn't tell me, I won't ask."

"He is just a piece of iron, and the slave family will have to warm him up one day..."

"Actually, there is something he never knew."

"When I met him by the river that day, the slave family originally wanted to seek death..."

Liang Qiuju squatted down, stretched out his left arm, and held her in his arms, with tears in his eyes.

Chen Xiaolian also hugged his arm and murmured: "Fortunately, the Nu family is not dead, because I met him..."

Everyone sighed in their hearts, wondering whether it was Chen Xiaolian who saved Liang Qiuju, or Liang Qiuju who saved Chen Xiaolian.

Perhaps the most beautiful love is mutual redemption!

Kou'er's tears couldn't stop flowing. She lay in Chen Zican's arms and kept covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying.

Chen Zican felt hot and wet in his arms. This feeling penetrated his whole body and penetrated into his heart.

He gently patted Kou'er's slightly swaying back and bit his lips.

Even a rough man like Monk Tong, who kills without blinking an eye, has some light in his eyes, some light that can prevent him from falling even if he is in hell.

Wang Heming walked over and said softly: "My wife is pregnant, so don't be overjoyed or sad. Brother Liang, please send her back to rest first!"

"No, Lao Liang, please let me finish?"

Chen Xiaolian looked up at Liang Qiuju and reached out to caress his rough face.

He straightened up and bowed down again: "Thank you everyone. If it weren't for this critical moment of life and death, I might never know how much he cares about me."

"Maybe he will never know what I can do for him..."

"Every day I am with him, my heart is clenched. I don't know if he will still be around when I wake up tomorrow!"

Chen Xiaolian stood up and touched Liang Qiuju's broken right arm, her eyes sparkling.

"It wasn't until just now that my heart felt peaceful and happy."

"Because, I never saw his damn world from his eyes."

"I know he will never leave me or this small noodle shop again."

She looked at Cang Haijun and smiled: "I don't hate you, really."

"I want to - thank you!"

She picked up the jar of wine, opened the mud seal, and the mellow and fragrant wine smell came out, and poured a full bowl for Cang Haijun.

Then there are Chen Zican, Wang Heming, and Kouer...

She kept smiling, smiling like wild flowers blooming in the desert.

Every little pockmark on the tip of the nose is shining.

"There is really no water in this jar of wine. I secretly left it to Lao Liang..."

Starting from Mr. Canghai, everyone stood up with a smile, held the bowl in both hands, thanked Chen Xiaolian, and drank it all in one gulp.

This jar of wine only poured out five or six bowls before it reached the bottom.

Chen Xiaolian held the empty altar and looked at the people eagerly waiting for her to toast, and then looked at Liang Qiuju, with a blush on her face.

Liang Qiuju smiled and said, "I'm going to buy wine!"

Monk Tong grabbed him and said, "Lao Liang, today you have been promoted from waiter in the shop to the boss, and you still have a beautiful landlady for nothing. Don't run around on this big day."

As he spoke, he winked at him and motioned him to find Cang Haijun.

Cang Haijun wiped his unkempt beard, shook his head and sighed: "He was promoted from a waiter to the boss, but I was demoted from a guest to a waiter. What's the law?"

As he spoke, he grabbed two jars of wine from the table, activated the Zhenwu Xuan ice energy, and instantly condensed it into ice, and threw it to Monk Tong.

Chen Zican rolled his eyes, reached out to lift an altar, and said to Lord Canghai: "Monk Tong used two heads of Manchu generals in exchange for your True Martial Arts Ice Qi. The price is not low."

"However, even though I don't have your mysterious martial arts skills, I can still turn this wine into ice."

"Do you believe it or not?"