Divorce 365 times

Chapter 1533 Five Years (2)

Ling Yichuan was going upstairs when he looked back at his father.Ling Mufeng frowned, and said again in a deep voice, "Come here."

Ye Zhiqiu was still a little nervous, fearing that her son would be punished by her husband, she immediately persuaded her: "Mu Feng, Yichuan, after all..."

"Come here!" Ling Mufeng didn't bother to talk to her anymore, and stared directly at Ling Yichuan: "Don't be silly, you don't look like a man!"

This sentence was a bit heavy, Ling Yichuan nodded silently, and walked down the stairs.

Ling Mufeng glanced at him, and said: "Bring the pear flower white and two Guteng cups that were saved at home, and come with me."

If you tell him to go out, go out, why are you still drinking?Although Ye Zhiqiu was a little confused, he didn't say much, watching her husband and son go out together.

Ling Mufeng was in front, Ling Yichuan was behind, and the two of them were walking along the winding mountain road. It was already early morning, and the shadows of the trees were mottled.Although it is summer, the top of the mountain is breezy and it is still a bit cold.

Ling Mufeng kept silent all the way, and Ling Yichuan didn't say much, the two of them walked forward slowly, all the way up the mountain.

The mountain road was difficult, but Ling Yichuan had also climbed this mountain with Ji Liunian before.Especially after knowing that the two had a baby, they went up the mountain countless times, and prayed to the mountain god countless times to bless the child's safety.

It's a pity that all of this is like a mirror image, and it has become empty.

At the top of the mountain, Ling Mufeng walked to the mountain temple and opened the wine bottle.He poured some wine as a toast to the gods. Afterwards, he glanced at his son standing behind him. Ling Yichuan also walked over silently, following his father's example, and poured some wine in front of the temple.

After that, Ling Mufeng still didn't say a word, but just handed his son a wine glass.He filled a glass for himself, and filled the glass for his son.The white and clear wine smell of pear blossoms, together with the mellow taste that has been stored for several years, form a strange taste.Reflected in the moonlight, the wine glistened like a glass of ice sculpture.

But when this kind of wine is swallowed in one gulp, there is only a mellow and clear aroma on the tip of the tongue at first, but after it slides into the stomach, a burst of anger burns from the stomach to the internal organs and heart.

After being anesthetized by alcohol, his whole body and eyes were a little red, but he was deeply fascinated by the hot feeling that seemed to burn his whole soul to the boil.

After one, he poured himself another, and another.Every time, it's all in one gulp.

Ling Yichuan usually drinks more foreign wine and less white wine.However, his alcohol capacity is still good.

Pear Blossom White is no better than those high-purity wines. This is home-brewed. Ling Mufeng specially found a good wine maker. Many years ago, a batch was made. Although the taste is mellow and clear, the degree is not scary.Served with a side dish, it moistens the lungs, clears the fire, improves eyesight, it is most suitable for Ling Yichuan now.

However, drinking one cup after another in such a hurry and fast, although he was still conscious, the light in his eyes was already a bit blurred.

One more glass, and there is only one bottom left in a jug of wine.Ling Yichuan went to grab the wine bottle, but Ling Mufeng took it away. After a long time, he looked at his son: "Have you figured it out?"

(End of this chapter)