Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 936 Sincerely, I'm Cold

The old wine in the village, illuminated by the flickering fire, shimmered slightly.

Xiao Xuesheng raised his eyes and looked at him.

Su Mengchen didn't speak, just put the bowl of wine in front of him, then picked up the bowl of wine in front of her, and drank it down.

Xiao Xue paused, then stretched out her hand, picked up the wine and poured it into her mouth.

However, after swallowing hard, he coughed in an instant.

The corner of Su Mengchen's mouth curled up into a smile: "Haven't you ever had a drink?"

Xiao Xuesheng's face turned red instantly, then she picked up the wine jar in front of Su Mengchen, raised her neck and drank it down.

He threw the wine jar in his hand, then raised his eyes panting, looked at Su Mengchen, and said coldly: "You still dare to keep me? Don't you know that Song Wanzhi is my target?"

Su Mengchen glanced at the bunch of red plums next to him, then stood up, looking at the sea of ​​ice spreading in front of him.

"No need."

Not necessarily.

Xiao Xuesheng's heart trembled.

When the strong wind blows, the man's clothes flutter in the wind, but the word "no need" is left alone.

The reason why heaven and earth are wide and wide is because everything is wide and wide.

Everything a person can tolerate often determines his height.

Su Mengchen, the good and evil, sin, life and death that he can tolerate, isn't it his good and evil, sin, life and death?
This bowl of wine has already passed through everything, and bid farewell to the life and death that will never exist in the future.

There is no one on the beach, the cold wind hits, and the world is open.

Song Wanzhi's footsteps sounded.

Su Mengchen turned around and greeted her.

There is always a time for a feast.

Song Wanzhi walked up to Xiao Xuesheng, wanted to speak, but was slightly taken aback.

Snow Wolf squatted beside Xiao Xuesheng and licked the boy's hand vigorously, but the boy remained motionless.

Song Wanzhi couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

Although the young man in front of him was sitting upright, his face was flushed, and he was already drunk at some point.

Song Wanzhi looked at the wine bowls and jars in front of him, then turned to Su Mengchen.

Su Mengchen also smiled: "It's just a blink of an eye."

But in the blink of an eye, the boy was drunk.

Song Wanzhi laughed: "He is also a person who can't drink."

Su Mengchen said: "I'll send him back, let's go back."

Song Wanzhi nodded.

Su Mengchen supported Xiao Xuesheng, and went back with Song Wanzhi, Xuelang followed closely behind, watching Su Mengchen cautiously, while Xiaobai was also drunk, and followed Azhu with a small bowl, the little mouse Lying in the small bowl, he kept licking the remaining wine.

For a while, only the empty seaside was left, and there were still a few sparks, trembling.

The fine snow slowly sprinkled down.

Knowing what life is like everywhere is like Feihong stepping on slush.Red claws are occasionally left on the mud, which is what Hongfei counted.

A person's life is a feast of songs and feasts, and after the breakup, the cups and plates are messed up, but what is left?
After Su Mengchen sent Xiao Xuesheng back, he returned to Song Wanzhi's house.

The house is still empty.

Song Wanzhi was squatting under the tree, using a small hoe to dig out the last jar of peach blossom wine.

She looked at Su Mengchen, sitting there, and smiled slightly: "At that time, I thought, I'll drink for you when you come. I didn't expect to wait until now."

Except for the night when they came, both of them were on the run.

Su Mengchen looked at her looking up, his eyes seemed to be bright, he reached out, took the small jar, then removed the cork, then raised his head, and poured it into his mouth.

Song Wanzhi was slightly taken aback.

Although she doesn't drink much, but...

However, before this thought was finished, the man lowered his head and kissed her.

Mouth full of peach blossoms.

She swallowed subconsciously, the faint fragrance of peach blossom mixed with the strong smell of alcohol left before, like a fire.

It seems a little out of control.

All the unspeakable words that were crushed between his lips and teeth melted into that tricky and domineering kiss. He locked her, then hugged her, and strangled her around his body.

Su Mengchen put her on the bed, gasped slightly, then restrained herself, and said, "I'll go and prepare hot water for you."

Song Wanzhi knelt up on the bed, hugged his waist, and pressed against his body, murmuring: "Meng Chen, I miss you."

The girl's voice was so soft that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Su Mengchen paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at her with a half-smile: "Wan Zhi, what did you say?"

However, after drinking a little wine, the girl's cheeks had already started to blush. She was stared at by his scorching eyes, and then lowered her head, but the moment she lowered her head, she raised her eyes again, and looked at him.

The man stood there, still with a half-smile, his hands on the bed, trapping her between him, with a smile or coaxing; "Wanzhi, what did you say?"

It was probably because of the smell of alcohol, but in fact, it was not a big deal. Her hands trembled slightly, but she grabbed his belt and pulled it.

The man took advantage of the situation and fell on the bed, and then waited casually for the girl to make a move. He cooperated very well, but the girl who was bold with alcohol didn't know that while she was concentrating on untying the clothes, the man's fingers were nimble. With a slap in the face, the clothes folded and fell down.

His fingers landed on the girl's smooth back, and he whispered, "Wanzhi, I'm cold."

The girl posted it.

Full of fragrance.

He tilted his head, bit the girl's exquisite ear, and smiled softly.

Late, late, late.

And suppress the invisible parting, to enjoy the joy of this moment.

The thin snow is like a little bit of fine sand, gently falling on the paper.

Ten miles of plum blossoms, one autumn, what do you care about tomorrow?
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When Song Wanzhi woke up again, Su Mengchen was no longer there, there was a faint light outside, and it had already begun to dawn.

Song Wanzhi sat hugging the quilt for a while, the memory of last night was a bit fuzzy, but what should be clear was still clear, she held her forehead, and then looked at all the clothes neatly placed beside her, not sure if it was embarrassment or something with a sigh.

She put on her clothes, put on her shoes, and went out.

Su Mengchen is not here.

She pushed open the door and walked out.

There was a little snow last night, not too big, and it hasn't accumulated yet. There is a light layer of white, which seems to melt when the wind blows.

Song Wanzhi stood at the door, just in time to see the sea.

A man is sitting by the sea.

Song Wanzhi walked over.

Xiao Xuesheng sat by the sea.

Song Wanzhi also sat beside him.

Xiao Xuesheng didn't speak, neither did Song Wanzhi.

Gradually, the sky became brighter, and the sun rose from the end of the frozen sea. Although the morning glow was not strong, the colors were laid out on the ice, and the entire ice seemed to become the sky like splashed ink, as beautiful as Dreamy.

Song Wanzhi didn't speak until the sun had fully risen: "When I was young, Aunt Suyin told me that it took a lot of effort to name me the people in the temple and the palace, but every time I read it in front of me with my name, I Then I cried. Later, I simply put the characters in front of me and let me choose, and I held the word 'Wanzhi' and didn't let go. So, I called Song Wanzhi."

Xiao Xuesheng did not speak.

Song Wanzhi said: "After we go out, if you want, we can still be friends. Sometimes I think that it is enough to have enough strength, but if you pursue too much, you will lose your heart. Of course, if that is your pursuit, Wanzhi will also be friends." I understand. There is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome. Looking forward, you see, isn't it good to be like this now."

Song Wan Song Wanzhi stretched out his hand, holding a branch, and scratched the three characters "Song Wanzhi" in the sand by the sea.

"Xiao Xuesheng is Xiao Xuesheng, and you are you. Your life is naturally up to you. My name is my own choice. Why don't you choose one yourself? It's easy to say hello when we meet in the future."

She spoke casually, like a conversation between friends.

Xiao Xuesheng still didn't speak, but just looked at the sea of ​​ice in front of him covered with thousands of golden lights.

Song Wanzhi looked at the sunshine, then handed it to him, and said with a smile, "Do you want to try it? Hmm?"

Xiao Xuesheng finally turned around and looked at her with cold eyes: "I don't need you to take care of my business!"

Song Wanzhi looked at him, then put the branch on the ground, and said, "Sorry."

She stood up while talking, then turned around, and said: "Leave at noon, if you want to clean up, then do it."

As the sun shone, the girl's shadow fell in front of her. Stepping on her own shadow, Song Wanzhi saw Su Mengchen standing there, so she walked over quickly.

Su Mengchen held her hand and said, "I went to fetch some well water."

Song Wanzhi let out an "um", two dimples formed at the corners of her mouth.

Xiao Xuesheng was still sitting there, with Xuelang beside him.

After breakfast, I didn't have anything to bring, so I had to say goodbye to the people in the village.

Everyone stood there, and every family carried a bundle, and then stuffed it into the arms of the three people.

"Maybe you don't need anything, but it's all from my family. You can eat it on the way."

"This is persimmon cake. It can be stored for a long time after drying. It's very sweet."

"This is the cake my mother made in the morning. There is chicken in it. Brothers and sisters, you can eat it on the way."

……

In fact, they don't know that their way back is just a blink of an eye.

Song Wanzhi had no choice but to continue to thank him.

At the end, Ah Jin walked to Song Wanzhi and Xiao Xuesheng with two pieces of paper in her arms, blinking her eyes and trying not to cry: "Sister, brother, brother. Here."

Black and white, extremely simple.

Safe journey.

Peace is good.

Both took it.

Song Wanzhi patted his head: "Thank you."

The three of them were stuffed with a bag of things, and then sat on the horse. The villagers sent them one way after another, and finally it was time to separate.

Ah Ying followed him and ran for a while, then waved her hand and said vigorously: "Wan Zhi! Mr. Xiao! Good job!"

Song Wanzhi turned her head and waved her hand.

Xiao Xuesheng never looked back.

Finally, when they reached a place they couldn't see, the three got off their horses.

Su Mengchen held Song Wanzhi's hand, and Song Wanzhi held Xiao Xuesheng's arm.

"Close your eyes."

Closing his eyes, the man waved his hand, cutting open the world, and then stepped out.

As time goes by, what goes out is far easier than what comes in.

　High energy warning tomorrow~haha~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)