Original God: Ningguang is still a little pitiful, I invested in her

Teyvat Continent, Liyue Harbor.

Grandfather Amber was very anxious at this time.

Because the Moon-Chasing Festival was such an important day, he almost searched Liyue Harbor but couldn't find Fang Xun.

According to Farga, Fang Xun went to the dock with him to pick up someone this morning, and then disappeared.

This made Grandpa An very anxious, because tonight's dinner was a face-to-face conversation between him and the families of those old friends. If Fang Xun didn't mediate, I'm afraid it wouldn't be done.

But things have come to this point, so he can only bite the bullet.

Soon, it was night, and Amber's grandfather had prepared a reunion dinner, and the families of the mercenaries also came to the agreed place one after another.

Seeing this, Grandpa An greeted them enthusiastically: "Everyone is here, sit down quickly."

But the families of the mercenaries turned a deaf ear to his words and were indifferent.

They just looked around, hoping to see the figures of their old friends. They came here today for only one purpose, that is, to see their deceased relatives.

Grandpa An's words fell coldly in the crowd, in sharp contrast to the hot food on the table.

Sure enough, it would not work without Fang Xun's mediation.

He had no way to communicate with these family members.

They didn't take him seriously at all.

Grandpa Amber smiled bitterly, his eyes full of loneliness.

"Am I not late?" At this moment, Fang Xun's voice suddenly sounded.

The moment he appeared, Grandpa Amber and other family members' eyes lit up.

"Mr. Fang Xun, you said before that we can meet our deceased family members tonight, as long as we come to this dinner. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

One of the family members pleaded.

Grandpa Amber was confused by this. What about meeting deceased family members? ?

Fang Xun on the opposite side nodded, took out the soul-guiding lamp from his backpack and placed it on the table.

Then, the figures of seven undead gradually appeared.

They each looked at their wives and children. Before they died, their wives were still young and beautiful, and their children were still crying. Now, when they saw their wives again, their hair had turned gray, and their children had grown from children to adults.

For a moment, all the longing, guilt, and joy of meeting each other turned into tears in their eyes and the urge to hug.

Similarly, when the family members saw their deceased relatives appear, they were shocked at first and then ecstatic, and they also opened their arms to hug their relatives.

But when the two sides hugged each other, the family members' hands passed through each other's bodies and stayed in the air.

"Why is this happening?" The man looked down at his hands and froze in place.

"What are you thinking about? I am very satisfied to see you again." The undead comforted him with sadness.

The deputy commander turned his head to look at Grandpa Amber and said with a smile: "Boss, long time no see."

More than 20 years have passed, and Grandpa An has become a grandfather, but the brothers who fought with him in life and death back then have always remained in their twenties.

Old Master An looked at the faces he had been thinking about day and night, and whispered with red eyes: "If I hadn't taken that order, the brothers wouldn't have..."

"We know you haven't had a good time these years, and the brothers don't blame you." One of the undead said.

"Back then, the mercenary group had a lot of expenses every day. If we didn't take the orders, everyone would starve to death. You did nothing wrong." The deputy commander comforted.

"Yes, no one expected the Warcraft tide."

"Until now, I still remember you rushing to the front and leading the brothers to resist tenaciously, but the situation at that time was already hopeless and powerless."

"Compared to the entire mercenary group being wiped out, we hope you can inherit everyone's will and survive." Another undead also comforted.

After the words fell, the scene fell into silence.

This is a heavy topic that no one wants to face.

"I know that you have a lot of complaints about Commander An after we left, and he has felt guilty for half his life because of this."

After a short silence, the deputy commander said to his wife, children and other undead family members.

"But what I want to say is that we brothers were taken care of by the boss when we were alive. We were not treated unfairly even when we followed him. We always shared hardships together. Even at the last moment of his life, the boss did not give up on us."

"Today is the reunion night. In addition to wanting to see our families, we also hope that you can write off this matter and stop living in resentment and guilt from now on."

The other dead souls also followed to smooth things over: "Don't be so sad, let's eat together and have a good time on this Moon Festival."

The family members cooperated and started eating. Everyone ate and drank together like before, talking about the fun things in the past, talking and laughing.

"Hey, do you still remember that this kid once owedI provoked the monster, was chased by the monster, and finally ran back in shame, hahahahahahahahahaha…” One of the undead pointed at another undead and recalled.

“How dare you say that to me? Every time there is a fight, I only hide at the back and pick up rags.”

“Am I picking up rags? I am covering for everyone and providing timely support. Do you know what covering is?”

“Damn it, I just can’t stand your annoying look. Come on! Drink! I must drink you down today!”

“It’s not known who will drink who down yet, I want to beat ten people!”

…

Having a noisy meal with the brothers, Mr. An felt a lot younger, as if he had returned to the time when everyone lived together more than 20 years ago.

Mr. An looked at the smiling faces of the brothers and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes calmly.

“Boss, drink quickly, you were not like this before, are you a man!” The brothers urged.

“Okay, okay, okay. "

Mr. An responded with a smile, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Instantly, the surrounding noise stopped, followed by the wailing of the family members.

Mr. An looked around with the empty wine glass, and the figures of the seven brothers had disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

They were dead, and now their wishes have been fulfilled, it is time to go.

Listening to the crying of the family members, Mr. An's eyes were red, holding back tears, and tremblingly raised the wine glass: "Good journey, old friend!"