The ruined Jintian Mansion burns quietly in the setting sun.

Everyone walking in this city is like a soulless walking zombie.

They looked at the devastated Jintian Mansion, with indescribable confusion in their eyes.

The joy and enthusiasm of victory will eventually fade.

People will eventually have to face reality...

What is reality?

Reality is a dead city.

A ruined city...

A hometown that is so close to you.

A hometown that I can't go back to.

...

Zhang Chu and Liu walked into a wreckage once called the cattle and sheep market.

On both sides of the street, like a small road, are ruins formed after the collapse of houses.

There are already some scattered figures in the ruins.

There are old and young.

There are men and women.

They were working hard to clean up the scorched earth and wreckage that they once known as their home.

Zhang Chu walked past them.

They threw down their work, walked quickly to both sides of the street, and silently bowed to him.

Zhang Chu didn't stop.

Didn't look back either.

Walking through the long street step by step without looking squint.

Their gifts.

Zhang Chu can bear it.

It must also be accepted.

He is back.

But there are many people.

Never come back again...

This area where Zhang Chu once knew everything.

Nowadays, no familiar landmark buildings or objects are found.

But the increasingly rich and familiar smell, like a road guide, guided him towards the center of the cattle and sheep market.

Zhang Chu could even tell that the smell was missing some spicy and spices.

"The second child is going to smash my signature!"

He turned his head and smiled at Liu.

Liu smiled, but his eyes noticed that the elder brother's eyes were a little red.

After a few more steps forward.

A section of flat ground suddenly appeared in the dense wreckage like a pile of graves.

On that ground.

A wooden bungalow that looked like it could not stop the rain stood suddenly among the wreckage.

Outside the bungalow was pulled with oil cloth to hide the rain.

There are several simple tables and chairs nailed with broken wooden boards on the side of the tarpaulin.

There was a large iron pot on the other side, and the heat was still gusping.

Zhang Chu just glanced at it and his eyes were frozen on the wooden sign hanging on the tarpaulin.

It was a very simple signboard, which was written in red paint on a thick wooden board, and the words were written in large and small, just like a graffiti work by a young man who had just entered school.

The simple signboard has gone through too many storms and rains, and the handwriting written in red paint has fallen off.

I could only barely identify the handwriting: Zhang Ji Zaozao Tang.

But Zhang Chu recognized this sign at a glance. It was the sign he wrote by himself when the first miscellaneous soup stall in the cattle and sheep market opened.

When Jintian Prefecture retreated, Yu Er took nothing and went to Beiyin County with this sign.

Later, when I opened a miscellaneous soup stall in Taibai Mansion, I hung this sign.

Unexpectedly, he finally came back with this sign.

Somehow, when Zhang Chu saw this sign, tears suddenly burst out.

Can't stop...

...

Yu Er stood behind the big iron pot and saw Zhang Chu from a distance.

But he didn't come out, just like a restaurant shopkeeper who was used to big scenes, waiting for the diners to come.

Just a vicissitudes of life, all of whom smiled and pleated...

"Master Chu."

He called softly.

Zhang Chu rubbed his cheeks hard, changed into a smile, and walked into the mixed soup stall: "Waiter, come on a bowl of authentic mixed soup, dare to fool me with inferior goods, be careful, I ordered your stall!

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"Hahaha!"

Yu Er laughed: "The left and right are your own stall. If you don't feel sorry for it, just click!"

He opened the lid of the pot and the fresh and spicy taste came to his nose.

Zhang Chu glanced at it and saw a large pot of mixed soup with thick red oil floating on the noodles in a large pot.

He smiled again.

This old guy, say he is stupid.

He is so smart that he can inquire about his itinerary in advance and prepare food for him to come.

It's said that he's smart.

He was so stupid that he risked the city's destruction at any time that his family could be destroyed, and took his family back to Jintian Mansion to defend their home.

Zhang Chu did not expect it.

So many brothers back then turned out to be the most realistic and mature Yu Er, the most idealistic one...

Zhang Chu smiled and found a table to sit down.

Yu Er was busy.

"My family, warm the half jar of old wine I have hidden and send it out!"

"Here's here!"

"Boss, second brother, come out and kowtow to uncle."

"Here's here!"

...

"Have you done something about Wu Da Jun?"

Yu Er asked softly while pouring wine for Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu tapped the table gently, signaling that he had enough wine. He said "um" lightly, and asked, "How is your body?"

When Yu Er heard this, he knew that the elder brother was unwilling to talk about this topic. He immediately raised his arm and smiled: "Apart from being a little bit unscrupulous, it's all good!"

Zhang Chu punched him gently in the chest.

Yu Eryi bent his waist, coughed repeatedly, and his cheeks were swollen and red.

Time is forbidden.

He is already in his early forties.

I haven't had an arm, and I've been hurt.

How could it be fine?
To be continued...