At night, Yang Ruoqing prepared a table of wine and food and invited Mu Zichuan to come over for a few drinks.
Mu Zichuan originally thought about declining, but when he heard that Zuo Junmo was coming, he readily agreed.
Luo Fengtang is not at home. Although he and Qing'er are nominally sworn brothers and sisters, they still have to avoid suspicion.
After sunset, Muzichuan finished his schoolwork for the day and came as scheduled.
The elders such as Luo Tiejiang, Wang Cuilian, and Mrs. Zuo wisely left the table after eating, so that Zuo Junmo and Mu Zichuan could have a good time together.
Yang Ruoqing also took Baby Luo back to the backyard, helped Baby Luo bathe, wash and wipe her hair, and then told her a few bedtime stories before coaxing the little girl to sleep.
By the time she got up to look at the hourglass, it was estimated that a shift hour had passed, that is, three hours. The two people in the front yard should have finished eating long ago, right? Even if I haven't finished eating, the food is all cold.
Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing went to the front yard to clear away the dishes, but found that the two of them were still drinking and the food in front of them was still steaming.
"What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing was confused.
Zuo Junmo said: "Just now your aunt came over to help us reheat the food and wine. We said no, but aunt was too enthusiastic..."
Yang Ruoqing was suddenly enlightened and said with a smile: "When you guys get together, it's natural to have wine with food and side dishes. Otherwise, drinking too much wine will harm your health. Come on, I'll join in the fun and have a few more drinks with you."
Drinking is a process in which you come and go. I offer you a drink, and you offer me a drink in return. This repeats for several rounds.
The final result was that Yang Ruoqing's expression remained unchanged, Zuo Junmo's eyes were blurred with drunkenness, and Mu Zichuan had already laid down on the table regardless of his demeanor, with the cuffs of his white robe stained with alcohol.
"Qing'er... a well-deserved female middle school, a hero, a hero, a heroine... a hero, I admire you!"
His speech was a little slurred, he was really drunk.
Yang Ruoqing said: "It's you who let me go. I'm not great, not at all."
Not to mention, when it comes to drinking, she has never been drunk before and has no idea where her limits are.
This drinking capacity may be inherited from Yang Huazhong. Yang Huazhong has a very good drinking capacity and a good taste in wine. After drinking too much, he will find a place to doze silently, unlike some men who like to act drunkenly after drinking too much.
However, judging from the drunken behavior of Zuo Junmo and Mu Zichuan, it is obvious that their drinks are also very good.
If you have a good character, the wine may be good or bad. This varies from person to person. Maybe you will vent your emotions after drinking too much, but you can control it when you are sober.
But if the character is poor, the wine must be poor.
Because you can't control your words and actions when you're sober, let alone when you're drunk? Wouldn't that make it even more unscrupulous?
"Brother Zuo, I'm afraid Zichuan won't be able to go back tonight if he's like this. Why don't I arrange him in your guest room? Do you have to take care of each other?"
Yang Ruoqing asked Zuo Junmo for his opinion again.
Zuo Junmo nodded, "Okay, I'll help him back."
He stood up and staggered over to help Mu Zichuan, which made Yang Ruoqing tremble with fear.
"Let me help." She quickly got up and came over, helping to lift Muzichuan up together.
Mu Zichuan was really drunk and unconscious at this moment. No matter how much the two of them helped him up, Zuo Junmo grabbed one of Mu Zichuan's arms and put it around his neck and put it on his shoulders, almost carrying him on his own shoulders. It took half of Muzichuan's weight.
"Zichuan, let's go back to the house!" he said, and then the two of them walked crookedly toward the door.
Yang Ruoqing followed step by step, with her hands slightly stretched out, ready to help at any time. Fortunately, Zuo Junmo was relatively safe. Even though he was drifting when he walked, he still successfully brought Mu Zichuan back to the guest room.
The moment she closed the door for them, Yang Ruoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The next morning, Zuo Junmo and Mu Zichuan had passed away from their drunkenness. When they got up, Mu Zichuan found that the white robe he had worn when he came here yesterday was missing, but there was a piece of paper on the stool next to the bed. A neatly folded blue robe.
That is also his robe.
"What... is going on?" He rubbed his slightly sore forehead and asked Zuo Junmo, who was fully dressed in the room.
Zuo Junmo said with a smile: "You drank too much last night and the original robe was stained, so Qing'er took off your robe and washed it. Then he stopped by your house and got a new one. Bring me a clean coat."
"What? I was drunk and soiled my clothes? Did I vomit?" Mu Zichuan asked with a shocked look on his face, with a bit of panic and embarrassment in his eyes.
He has been trying to face Yang Ruoqing with his best side, but he didn't expect that last night she would see such an indecent side of him. It was really...
Mu Zichuan's face suddenly became ugly and ugly. Sitting there, he didn't even have the courage to get out of bed and open the door to face her.
Zuo Junmo saw that Mu Zichuan had been silent for a long time after asking what he just said. His face looked so ugly again, and he held his forehead with a fist, as if he was extremely frustrated.
After thinking for a moment, Zuo Junmo guessed why Mu Zichuan was depressed.
"Brother Zichuan, don't worry. You didn't do any indecent behavior after being drunk last night. It was just your robe that was stained with alcohol. Qing'er knows that you have always been the neatest and cleanest person, and you will definitely not tolerate any flaws on your sleeves. So I made my own decision and took your clothes to wash. You...won't be unhappy, right?"
The first words were a euphemistic statement about what happened last night, so that Mu Zichuan would not be embarrassed or depressed, but the next two sentences were ridiculing.
How smart is Mu Zichuan? After heaving a sigh of relief, he could naturally hear the ridicule in Zuo Junmo's words.
A clear and handsome face was slightly dyed red. He picked up the robe beside the bed and put it on his body. He said to Zuo Junmo: "Qing'er doesn't dislike me as a drunkard and sloppy, and she is willing to do my laundry." , I should be grateful, so how can I be angry for no reason? Brother Zuo was joking. "
"It's true that I was drunk last night and disturbed Brother Zuo from resting. Brother Zuo is really ashamed."
Zuo Junmo nodded and smiled, "There is no need to say polite words between you and me, hurry up and freshen up, I guess Qing'er will come to call you and me for breakfast soon."
Mu Zichuan nodded, and then went into the bathroom to freshen up.
Zuo Junmo was like a prophet, and after a while, Yang Ruoqing really came over.
"Brother Zuo, Zichuan, how was your rest last night? How is your head now? Are you feeling dizzy and sore?"
Wearing an apron around her waist, she leaned at the door of the house, looking at the two equally handsome men in the house with a smile, and asked in a crisp voice.
Zuo Junmo smiled and said: "I'm okay, but my mouth was a little dry last night, and it returned to normal after a good sleep. Zichuan, how about you?"
