"Does the name mean anything?" Mo Zhiyu carefully looked at the wine jar in his arms, and Meow Ball also ran over curiously, jumped on Mo Zhiyu's shoulder and sniffed it.

Mu Ying laughed heartily again and said, "Because I made it!" ”

"......" Mo Zhiyu raised his eyebrows helplessly for the third time.

Then Mu Yingfeng waved his hand at Mo Zhiyu and said, "Let's go, I'm going to go to my senior sister to share the wine." ”

Mo Zhiyu nodded, he actually wanted to leave a long time ago, today's Mu Yingfeng was too abnormal. So he saluted, and then walked back happily, even with a brisk step.

As soon as Mo Zhiyu walked with his front foot, a person jumped down from the tree with his back foot, and the pair of waves on his chest shook violently, and it was a sound at a glance.

He Yin looked at Mo Zhiyu, who was walking away, and said, "Do you want to raise your little nephew crookedly?" She said this to Mu Yingfeng.

Mu Yingfeng was holding the wine jar happily, and said disapprehantly: "Is it right or crooked, what is your standard?" ”

He Yin looked at him with a smile and said of course: "Of course it is different from my 'Dao', it is all crooked." ”

Mu Yingfeng smiled faintly, shook his head, and did not answer.

He Yin didn't care, and asked casually: "You love wine so much, why are you willing to give away wine?" ”

Mu Yingfeng walked in the direction of the forbidden land with the wine jar in his arms, and said very naturally: "With fine wine, you will naturally meet beautiful people, and I am a good master." ”

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When Mo Zhiyu returned to the house, it was already evening, and the condition of the injured had stabilized, and many people were preparing to rest after a busy day.

Mo Zhiyu hugged the wine jar, smelling the wine and feeling quite good, he was thinking about taking something to drink, the meow ball on his shoulder suddenly meowed in one direction, he looked over and saw Luo Bingqian standing by the lake.

It seems that it was because of the reason for helping to heal Luo Changyou, Luo Bingqian looked very tired, but looking at her expression, presumably Luo Changyou should be fine.

"Little junior sister!" Mo Zhi called out in vain and walked over with the wine in his arms.

Luo Bingqian also saw Mo Zhiyu, and waved her hand with a smile: "Senior brother! ”

Mo Zhiyu walked up to Luo Bingqian and asked, "Uncle Luo should be fine, right?" ”

"Hmm!" Luo Bingqian nodded happily, "Grandpa's poisoning is not deep, and the injuries on his body are not fundamentally injured, so he should be able to wake up after a few days of recuperation!" ”

"That's good." Mo Zhiyu smiled and nodded.

Then Luo Bingqian saw the wine jar in Mo Zhiyu's arms, and asked curiously, "...... is this?" ”

"This ......" Mo Zhiyu suddenly remembered the promise he had made to Luo Bingqian, so he handed over the wine jar with a smile and said, "Legend has it that the mountain chief treasures the wine, give it!" ”

Luo Bingqian took the wine jar in a daze, a little puzzled, looked at Mo Zhiyu with big eyes, and asked, "Why give it to me?" ”

"You forgot?" Mo Zhiyu was slightly disappointed by Luo Bingqian's reaction, and then he said, "When I returned to Tianjian Mountain from the desert last year, didn't we plan a gamble together? At that time, I said, I can give you 'Yamanaga's Reserve Fine Wine'. ”

Hearing Mo Zhiyu say this, Luo Bingqian tilted her head and thought for a while, and then came out with a clear "oh", jumping happily: "I really forgot!" A lot of things happened after that, and I forgot that there was such an interesting thing. Now that I think about it, that was just what happened in June of last year, and it's been less than a year now! ”

Mo Zhiyu also sighed: "Yes, in less than a year, I feel that I have experienced a lot of things, and I feel that time flies so fast." ”

He looked at the great lake beside him, the sun was setting, the breeze was splashing, and the sparkling surface of the lake was red and moist, and this last light shone on their faces.

Mo Zhiyu couldn't help but think of a sentence: "The sunset is infinitely good......"

"Senior brother!" Luo Bingqian, who was beside him, suddenly called him. When he turned his head to look back, he saw Luo Bingqian's slightly flushed face, she held the wine jar and said, "I'll invite you!" ”

"Okay!" Mo Zhiyu happily responded.

After that, Mo Zhiyu took Luo Bingqian to Tingyue Xiaozhu's kitchen to scavenge for some ingredients. Because in this special period, everyone has no intention of cooking, and only uses Da Huandan to make do, and the kitchen has not been passive much.

Mo Zhiyu fried a few good dishes for Luo Bingqian, brought them to the yard to eat together, and specially prepared a charcoal-grilled squid for Meow Ball.

Luo Bingqian brought a cup and bowl and unsealed the wine, and the faint aroma of wine before suddenly became rich. But this fragrance is not choking, but looks very elegant, it really doesn't look like something brewed by Mu Yingfeng himself.

"It's peach blossoms, isn't it?" Luo Bingqian poured a cup first, handed it to Mo Zhiyu, and then she poured herself another cup, took a small sip, and said with some surprise, "Sweet?" But it's not as sweet as rice wine. ”

Mo Zhiyu also took a sip, tasted it, nodded and said, "Very good, the ratio of wine and sweetness is just right." I really didn't expect that an old drunkard like Master liked this kind of tune. ”

"You can't say that, why is Uncle Mountain Chief a drunkard?" Luo Bingqian shook her head and said, "I heard my grandfather say that at first, Uncle Mountain Chief was indeed drunk every day, so drunk that he couldn't help him like mud. But then it gradually got better, and although I drank every day, I wasn't drunk in front of people. ”

Mo Zhiyu remembered Mu Yingfeng and his "heart-to-heart talk" before, and his expression became flat. Perhaps, when that drunkard old man was young, he really had to go through some heart-rending epiphany, right? He said lightly: "Then I guess I woke up drunk and drunk." ”

"Huh?" Luo Bingqian tilted her head to look at him, not very understanding.

At this time, Meow Qiu also meowed at the smell of wine, and Luo Bingqian asked it happily, "Do you want to have a drink too?" Meowball immediately meowed happily and nodded his head a few times.

Luo Bingqian just wanted to pour a glass of wine for Meow Ball, but she wasn't sure if Meow Ball could drink, so she glanced at Mo Zhiyu, Mo Zhiyu smiled and nodded, and Luo Bingqian poured half a cup for Meow Ball and pushed it to it. Meow Ball immediately put his two front paws on the cup and stuck out his tongue to lick the wine, which made Luo Bingqian giggle.

Mo Zhiyu looked at the happy Luo Bingqian and the cute meow ball, drank the wine in his cup with a smile, and then looked at the starry sky.

"It's a good day like this." He said in his heart. There is no thrilling, no need to worry about the future, this kind of leisurely day feels like it has not been a long time. Even when he was recuperating in the Shikang Mansion, he was **** worried about the Hongtian Sect and the Divine Descent.

But now, the wounded are being treated by the medical department, and the rebels are chasing after them, and the feeling of letting go of everything and having no heart and lungs like this is really good, very good, very unreal.

Luo Bingqing once again stretched out a hand to caress his face, his eyes were drunk, but there was a kind of charm. She said, "Senior brother, do you like me? —The next chapter, "The Death of the Peach"

(End of chapter)