212 is drunk or awake

He said again, "Look, this is something to play, so I forgot the master. Cold-hearted girl, hum!"

Hu Lun pointed to Luo Wener, who was surrounded in the middle. She was riding on a strange thing... There were two copper-sized circles in the front and back, and her feet were on both sides of a small circle in the middle. With the step up and down, this strange thing actually staggered. And eight flowers shouted around the strange thing as if they had never seen the world.

But then again, what the hell is that?

Qian Yumo turned a deaf ear, his eyes focused on only one person, and the smile became deeper and deeper.

At this time, Wanying found the movement in the forest and shouted excitedly, "The prince is coming..."

Luo Wener raised her head and saw Qian Yumo standing by the forest. She suddenly smiled, just like the sunshine coming out of the clouds in winter, and suddenly brightened Qian Yumo's eyes.

"Son, come on, come on..." Wanying jumped with her feet: "Miss Luo got a very interesting baby. If you let it stand, it will fall down, but if you ride on it and keep stepping on it with your feet, it will not only not fall down, but also move. But none of us will do it, Miss Danluo will..."

Hu Lun couldn't wait to follow Qian Yumo, stared at the monster, rubbed his fists and was eager to try.

"Miss Luo said that this baby is called a 'bike'. Although it is not as fast as a horse, you don't have to feed it. You can ride it anywhere..."

Can I go anywhere?

Qian Yumo's long eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Miss Luo, can you let the little old man... hey hey, hey..."

Looking at Hu Lun's flattering appearance, Luo Wener smiled and pushed the bicycle to him.

Hu Lun didn't care how righteous he was. He couldn't wait to grab the car and hold the handlebars, but he didn't know how to operate it.

"Mr. Wu, we will help you..."

Eight flowers taught Hu Lun how to put the foot on the pedal, and worked together to hold the bicycle that was difficult to stand up, and shouted together, "Mr. Wu, we're going to let go!"

"Let it go!" Hu Lun stared and squeezed his lips, ready to go.

The eight hands were let go, and Hu Lun had already exerted his strength. His legs alternated and kicked fiercely. However, he didn't go far. His body was crooked, and he fell into the snowdrift with his car.

Everyone laughed, and eight flowers ran over, pressed him to prevent him from getting up, and scrambled to hold the snow and bury him in the ground.

Luo Wen'er also laughed so much that she didn't forget to shout, "Don't break the car..."

Qian Yumo also looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were full of warmth.

Luo Wener looked back, looked at him, and smiled, "It's only the third year of junior high school today. Why did you come here? Isn't the house busy?"

Qian Yumo did not answer, but smiled and brushed off the snow between her hair: "It's the cold time. Why do you wear so little?"

Naturally, she took her hand and found that it was amazingly cold. Suddenly, she tightened her eyebrows and pulled her around and left.

As Luo Wener was dragged away, she turned around and shouted, "Remember to push the car back for me..."

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It snowed again, but it was not big, but the traces of the wheels that had been run over were gradually flooded.

The sound of stepping on the snow came from far and near, and a snow-white and light green figure came slowly.

It is the time when the sun sets, but because of the clouds, the sunset only dyed the sky red, as if a beauty swept a touch of rouge on her cheeks at will.

Luo Wener was very happy to tell Qian Yumo about the tension on New Year's Eve, what rewards the king gave, and how Ding Zijun sent people to three... No, two things were sent to other courtyards on the first day of the Chinese New Year.

She didn't pay attention to the smile on her lips when she heard her change of quantity. She only kept praising Ding Zijun's craftsmanship and said that with a bicycle, she could deliver "takeaway" in the future, so that those who could not squeeze into Tianxiang Building could eat delicious dumplings at home.

She also said that she wanted to open a branch, and even formulated a grand blueprint for surrounding the vassal states and even the whole dynasty with Shengjing.

The more she talked, the happier she became, and more excited she became. She also stretched out her fingers and drew a virtual circle in the vast snow, then opened her five fingers, then closed it, and made everything... Specifically, the posture of money, firmly in her palm, so she didn't notice that Qian Yumo was getting closer and closer to her...

Suddenly, he seemed to step on something and tilted his body...

Luo Wener was shocked and was about to help him, but she was directly hugged by him.

"Mo Xi..."

"Cloud, I drank too much..."

Qian Yumo hugged her and lowered her head slightly. The faint smell of wine and the faint smell of water fell gently on her neck.

Luo Wener frowned and tried to hold him steady, but he almost put the weight of her whole body on her. She moved twice, but was held tighter by him, and his body shook again, almost taking her to the ground.

"Clouds, don't move..."

Don't move, let me hold you for a while...

On New Year's Eve, he avoided the noise of the Liquan Hall and wandered alone in the palace.

Firecrackers sounded from time to time, and fireworks covered the sky one after another.

He looked at the excitement in his eyes, but felt empty around him.

The palace is very big. It can be said that the grass and tree, brick and tile, one person and one hall here are all his, but they are not his, because he shuttled through it and can't find a trace of warmth. Some are just loneliness, empty and hypocrisy.

Sneer and drink.

Only when the wine slowly slips in the mouth and flows between the lungs, and he finds a real existence.

That's the blue-tailed wine she prepared for him, which has been aged for a hundred years.

Wine needs to be precipitated before it can last for a long time.

And there is a kind of thing that also needs to precipitate, think, repeatedly entangled, and then experience parting to clean up the mud and sand on it layer by layer, show the real appearance, and let people see themselves more thoroughly.

Yes, he is thinking about her and keeps thinking about it.

Think of her smile, her annoyance, her joy, her anger... every trace of her.

Once upon a time, every time he saw her, he couldn't help thinking of purple smoke...

Once upon a time, every time he saw her, he would think of purple smoke and look for their similarities intentionally or unintentionally... different...

Once upon a time, every time he saw her, he remembered Ziyan and told himself that they were not alone...

Once upon a time, every time he saw her, he wanted to coincide with the face in his memory. However, for some reason, the shadow of the person who used to be was gradually fading, like a fleeting smoke, but this floating cloud became more and more clear, fresh and bright. Her every move and a smile, I don't know when it has been so easy to pull his mood.

And once upon a time, he also doubted her origin and suspected that the person used her to confuse himself. He "saved" her out of prison and kept her by his side. How could he not use her to contain the man?

He said to himself, since I'm here, I'll continue to see what you plan to do.

I was not sure about her origin, so I made an open and secret visit. However, she really seemed to parachute into Yucheng like a sedan chair that parachuted to him. About her past, it was always been blank.

Gradually, he didn't know whether he was tired or his doubts dissipated, or he began to figure out his mind. However, perhaps he was selfish when he blocked the man's men's search for her eyes.

It's just that I didn't realize it at the beginning. Maybe I didn't want to admit it, so I let this selfish heart take root, germinate, and turn into a towering tree.

Now, whenever she closes her eyes, it is her soft smile; when she opens her eyes, it is her light sadness and annoy.

Since when has every trace of her been so deep that it has been deeply imprinted into his heart to grind off the original traces and cover it with new marks?

"Brother Wang is now in a dilemma... I can't bear to give up; take, I dare not; let go, unwilling; and if I withdraw and retreat, I can't."

"Brother Wang once thought that it was because of that person that you met her, and now..."

Qian Yuhong didn't go on, but... Since you said that Brother Wang is your confidant, don't I know what you are thinking? You want to say... But now, I think it was because I met her that I met Ziyan first...

It's just that I don't want to admit it.

Laugh, shake the wine pot in your hand...

"Wine can make people intoxicated and sober. Brother Wang, do you want to get drunk or wake up..."

Laughter.

How can't be admitted? Now I drink the wine she gave me and let the dumplings in Tianxianglou enter the palace. I really want to help her do big business. However, why don't I want to have something that is similar to her on such a day and come to this festival together?

In the mouth of wine, my heart warmed up little by little, full of her shadow, her smile...

Clouds......

He muttered her name, a name that only belonged to him... Her name hugged her more tightly.

Only at this moment do I really feel empty and cold.

No matter how heavy the snow is, what?

What if the wind is cold?

No matter how difficult the world is and how dangerous the people are, so what?

His arms, his heart, are all full, full...

"How much wine have you drunk recently? When I just came here, it was the atmosphere of alcohol all over my body. I just ate and drank a lot. No one forced you to live with yourself? I'm drunk now. I said, can you still walk? If you fall here, I can't move you. Why don't you let me go first? I'll lean you under the tree and ask them to lift you. How about that?

She made two earns, but how could he let her escape?

He watched her gradually dye her little ears with a blush, and suddenly his mind trembled... Clouds, why are you so eager to leave me?

A great surprise came to my mind, but the person in his arms was already angry: "Mo, Xi!"

The corners of his lips hooked, and I don't know whether it was intentional or impossible to resist the shy **... He leaned to the little ear, and his lips just stroked a layer of soft hair on it: "Your ears are like small dumplings in Tianxianglou..."