He shook his head and tried to sober himself up, but when he saw those words, he was dizzy, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead, and used his life to complain about the white words.

I don't know if I regret it now and want to stay in his place for a month, it's really uncomfortable to spend an article in one night.

Then his eyes glanced at the two jars of wine on the table, and his heart couldn't help but feel Xiao Jiujiu.

Originally, this Bao Lie sent it, but he was grateful but didn't plan to drink it, just because he was afraid that it would delay the business, so he never opened the seal. But now, if you don't drink in vain, you are always sleepy, and it is better to drink a little wine to indicate that you may really have some inspiration.

So he stepped forward and lifted the lid of the wine, and a rich aroma slowly wafted from it, and it smelled pleasant.

This seems to be different from the wine I drank with Baolie and Emai last time, it is much more fragrant, and the taste must be pure. The last time it was just to drink, this time it is a good wine, and you must taste it slowly.

He was alone in the house, and he seemed to be alone, and it was not interesting to taste the wine, so he looked around, and when he saw the roof, he laughed, and his heart was already paying attention.

At night, Concubine Min didn't need others to serve her, so she rushed Da Huan'er back, and it was only then that she remembered that she had said that she would clean up the dishes and chopsticks for Zhao Yiyang, but somehow she forgot everything.

She knocked a few times but no one deserved it, so she pushed the door open, and it turned out to be unlocked.

The bowl and chopsticks had been cleaned up for him, and the food box was placed alone in the corner of the wooden table, on which his unfinished articles were placed, and only a porcelain cup was pressed.

The windows and doors were not closed, and as soon as the cold wind blew, the corners of a few pages of white paper were blown one after another.

She looked around but didn't see Zhao Yiyang, and after looking all over the bedroom, she couldn't help but shout strangely: "Zhao Yiyang? Zhao Yiyang? ”

It turned out that no one deserved it, and she was afraid that she was not in the house, and she didn't know where she ran away in the middle of the night without writing articles, so she only put away the food box.

When he was about to go out, there was a sound of green tiles breaking on the roof, and Da Huan'er was stunned and looked at the roof, and there were many doubts in her heart for a while.

When she got out of the door, she stood farther away, and then she saw clearly that there was a man sitting on the roof of the house with a wine jar in his hand, and he saw that Zhao Yiyang was good. It really scared her, thinking why the thing was on the roof, and this guy was too, and he didn't write an article and went to drink.

She shook her head helplessly, did not alarm him, and went to the kitchen with the food box.

When it was time to rest later, Da Huan'er came back and saw that Zhao Yiyang was still on the roof, just sitting and lying down.

With just one glance, she turned around again, and went into the house by herself, still not planning to call him.

It was the sound of the door opening and closing, which made him noisy, and turned his head to look at Da Huan'er's house, and then he saw that the candle was lit in her room after a while. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and he poured the wine into his mouth in his hand, forming an arc.

I couldn't hear the chirping of insects like summer in the cold night of winter, and I thought that I could sleep well after drinking wine, but I didn't know that I was blushing and my eyes were closed, but I was getting more and more energetic.

Or because of the anesthesia of alcohol, he felt that his brain was confused and he knew where he was and what he was doing, and he was too awake to be sober. When the cool breeze blows, I feel that the wine is very hot in the heart, but I think that the wind is an aid to cool down.

He was a little reluctant, and shook the wine jar up and down, eager to get smaller and drill into it again.

After making sure that he couldn't squeeze out a drop, he put down the wine jar, his mind was very drowsy but very clear, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart for a while.

I don't know how long I lay with my hands behind my back, and it seemed to be dark in front of my closed eyes, and he didn't fall asleep before he opened his eyes, only to find that the lights had been turned off in Da Huan'er's room, and he must have fallen asleep.

He suddenly thought that he was going to leave tomorrow, but what he thought about was not an unfinished article, but a drunken paragraph with Da Huan'er that he couldn't remember.

This has always bothered him, and it has made him laugh at himself all the time, and sometimes he wants to run away; Sometimes I want to take responsibility; Obviously, leaving is leaving, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with him, but sometimes he can't let go; Sometimes I want to put it down.

I don't know when he was so entangled, he has always been a decisive person, but he was stumped by the love of his children. It can be regarded as understanding why some soldiers always force themselves to forget the girl behind them when they go to the battlefield, thinking that it is to find themselves unhappy, but it turns out that they know what the love of children is.

For a while, my heart was very unhappy.

He put down the jar and jumped straight down from the roof, and when his toes touched the ground, his body shook and he almost fell to the side, his neck and face were red, his eyes were very confused, and his steps were unsteady The image of a drunkard is like a drunk.

Only he knows how clear his consciousness is.

He stumbled towards Da Huan'er's door, and his steps were a little urgent. I finally got to the door, but when I pushed it, I found that the door was locked.

He didn't take out his knife and quietly open the door like he did last time, but directly stretched out his palm and slapped it vigorously.

Da Huan'er in the house had just fallen asleep, and was about to see Zhou Gong, and was directly awakened by the loud knock on the door, but his brain was not confused.

She looked out the door in shock, and slowly recovered, but her temper became irritable and shouted, "Who! I don't know if someone else is going to sleep in the middle of the night! Knock on the door and knock so loudly, you are a hypnotic! ”

Zhao Yiyang, who was outside the door, was scolded and calmed down a little, and he didn't know why he was a little instigated by her scolding, so he had to whisper: "It's me." ”

Da Huan'er didn't react for a while who was outside the door, and when she turned around, she thought that it was Zhao Yiyang's guy. It's just amazing, it's a habit to come to her every night, or what?

But I couldn't shut him out, and I didn't know if there was something wrong or what, so I got up and opened the door impatiently.

The young man outside the door hung his head, and with the cold wind poured in was a burst of alcohol, which was very unpleasant, and he couldn't help but panic when he looked at her like that.

Isn't this the same as last time when you get drunk and come to the dove to occupy the magpie's nest?

She had a big head, and when she saw him look up, her eyes were bloodshot and she couldn't help but shudder and asked, "What are you doing at this late hour?" Disturbing dreams? ”

He knew that she had a bad attitude, but he hesitated for a while and said, "Can you let me in?" ”