Chapter 855 Being a Guest

Bai Youwei was stunned when she heard this and asked, "They haven't come back yet?"

Calculate the time, has it been three days or four days?

Staying in a maze for so long is not good news.

"Do you want to ask?" Shen Mo said, "Leonid didn't go. He was injured in Maze No. 4. He is now in the medical area. We can ask him about his situation."

Bai Youwei frowned and thought for a while, "Forget it... Even if I ask clearly, it's useless. People are in the maze, and people outside can't help. I wish them good luck."

"Perhaps they will be out soon." Shen Mo reassured, "Fu Miaoxue has life-saving tools in her hands. They should be fine."

Bai Youwei nodded lightly, no longer thinking about it, and prepared to pack up and go to Shen's house.

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Teacher Cheng marinated the chicken and put it in the oven, and stewed the other chicken in the casserole. Then he put on winter clothes, went out with Tanxiao and Pan Xiaoxin, and followed Shen Mo and Bai Youwei to visit Shen's house.

His whole body was covered tightly, and a thick scarf was wrapped around his neck. The fish scales on his body were not visible at all.

After chatting and laughing for a long time, I felt a little energetic when I went out and saw the lights and decorations outside.

I didn't feel it when I stayed in the house before, but when I came out, I realized that it was so lively outside.

The staff of the headquarters building were busy carrying various decorations in and out. The entire lobby on the first floor was decorated redly. There was also a large Christmas tree, which was transported from the warehouse of an unknown shopping mall. Hanging hangings were hung on the tree. Full of colorful gift boxes.

In fact, Christmas has passed long ago, and now we have just entered the New Year, but it is not yet the time of the Lunar New Year. The hall is decorated in a combination of Chinese and Western styles. There is no clear festival. In short, it is as festive and lively as possible.

Bai Youwei guessed that Chu Huaijin arranged these arrangements probably because of the time for the next battle game.

——If some people are destined to leave and never come back, at least they have reunited with their relatives and friends before leaving.

The snow is still falling, and the snowflakes are sparsely falling, and there is a thick layer on the road.

They drove along the white streets and saw lanterns hung in many places with blessing characters posted on them. Although it is not as bustling and noisy as the previous cities, it still makes people feel auspicious and auspicious.

Tanxiao looked out the window for a while and couldn't help but sigh: "It looks like it's the New Year."

He turned to Cheng Weicai and asked, "Lao Cheng, when will the Chinese New Year be celebrated?"

"According to the lunar calendar...the 25th of this month is the Spring Festival." Chengweicai said.

"It happens to be a few days before the next battle game." Pan Xiaoxin looked at Bai Youwei in the passenger seat, "If Sister Weiwei goes to participate in the war, she may have to celebrate the New Year in the game."

Bai Youwei turned back and smiled at them, "Then we will celebrate the New Year early today."

Cheng Weicai sighed: "I miss my hometown tonight, and it will be another year tomorrow..."

Everyone chatted for a while in the car and soon arrived at the place.

Shen Mo parked the car on the side of the road. The door of the Shen family's courtyard was open. Compared to other homes that were covered in red and green, it seemed much quieter here. The snow in the yard had been swept to both sides, and there was a clump of thin bamboo growing in the corner. There was silence all around, as if the owner was not at home.

Several people got out of the car one after another.

Shen Fei in the room heard the sound and came out to greet them, with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect you to come so early. Come in quickly. My third uncle and my dad are inside. Several other uncles and uncles will be here soon..."

A group of people entered the house. As soon as they walked into the living room, they saw the uncle of the Shen family splashing ink at the table. He seemed to want to write a Spring Festival couplet. His breathing was restrained and his expression was particularly focused.

There are many scraps of red paper piled under the table.

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