New Year's Eve

Good days always come to an end. Xuan Ling and the others stayed in this time and space for a full week, and it was time to go back. Before leaving, Su Jie cried and hugged Su Leng without letting go.

Su Leng rubbed his head, "We are people who shouldn't exist in this era, this time I can come to your world to take a look, this life is enough, don't cry, if there is reincarnation, it may be many years Later, we will meet again."

Su Jie whimpered and twitched, "I even want to go with you... I can't bear it..."

Su Jun shook his head and came over to pour the wine, "Okay, you can't adapt to that era, so take a break and toast them a few glasses."

Yes, in fact, both parties are reluctant, but there is no banquet that lasts forever.

Each world has unfinished life.

In the end, several sets of their ancient costumes were kept as a commemoration for them, just like the costumes of Lu and Chen were also left in that era.

That night, except for the twins, Lu and Chen, everyone else got drunk.

When the strong light appeared, the few people who were awake also fainted.

When Lu Ze woke up from the table the next day, Su Jun hugged Su Jie and fell on the sofa. Su Jie's eyes were red and swollen.

Chen Aize lay on the ground, still not awake.

I didn't go through it together, or I would go crazy. Although I also have some reluctance, but life has to go on.

Several people woke up one after another, looking at the empty hall, they were not used to it, Su Jie looked at the sets of clothes, lost in thought for a long time.

A certain dynasty 1000 years ago.

Xuan Ling and his group woke up, but luckily they were in Shen's mansion, or at the wine table, time seemed to have stopped, and when they looked at their suits, they realized that it was not a dream.

Sad, but glad to be back.

I am very grateful to fate for giving them such a strange arrangement, and I have seen the scenery that many people cannot see in this life.

Whether they were 1000 years ago or 1000 years later, they have all returned to their own lives and lived their own lives.

It's just that both parties would occasionally dig out those ancient costumes and the two modern costumes to have a look, and put them away carefully.

It's sunny outside.

The author has something to say: This is the end of the Lunar New Year chapter.

I'm sick and I don't know how to write it. The whole article is accompanied by the smell of medicine and my coughing sound. I hope it won't affect the mood of the judges...

Tomorrow is the first day of the new year, happy first day, happy second day, happy third day, happy every day, little masters.