Chapter 83 A mother who loves drinking

"Mom, have you finished washing?" The violent fate was also swaying in the candle in front of Chengmei. Looking at the constant light, Yucheng's figure began to slowly appear in front of Chengmei's eyes. Before today, Chengmei's throbbing that would never have happened in her life appeared so naturally. It was an irresistible temptation, so much so that Chengmei kept happily painting on her chest, even her mother silently pushed away She didn't even notice when the bathroom door opened.

"Oh! Mom, you only washed your feet? Is it because there is no hot water that you didn't take a shower?"

The lattice sliding door that had just been surrounded by the faint fragrance suddenly became as dark as the devil's pupils.

"I passed it yesterday. Besides, how much can people who stay at home every day suffer!" Yin Qingshan deliberately yawned and responded slowly in a really boring voice.

"It's true what mom said. But you and Cheng Yan must take a shower tomorrow. It's the dog days of summer now. If you don't get dry, you'll get mosquitoes." Cheng Mei's nagging is always so long that Yin Qingshan casually touched the remote control without even listening.

"Mom, I don't mean to complain to you. Then, mother and daughter, let's have a glass of milk together and then go back to our respective rooms to sleep? I see that you looked very tired just now." Chengmei's voice gradually calmed down with her mother's. His eyes became very soft.

"I only drink sake. Only in this way can I dream about your father." As soon as they sat facing each other, Yin Qingshan's eyes were once again surrounded by colorless darkness.

"I drink sake too." Cheng Yan's lips were always like little balloons, bulging round.

"I won't give you a drink."

"Give! Give! Give!"

Chengmei listened in a dull mood and looked at the special mother and daughter. Especially the younger sister Cheng Yan, in terms of appearance, there is nothing objectionable about her. Her slender and neat eyelashes are trembling, her eyes are as charming as the green grass waking up in the clear dewdrops in the morning, her exquisite white nose and contour curves, It seems that the legendary literature that otakus have longed for all their lives but cannot realize seems to live there. But no matter how time passes, Cheng Yan always lives alone in her own world. Seeing the pulse on his sister's cheek beating quietly but powerfully, Chengmei's heart also jumped.

"Then between mom and me, as long as you call the right person's name, I'll fill it up for you, okay?"

Unlike Seung-mei, who looked eager, her mother Yoon Kyung-sun naturally put her hands on the armrests of the rocking chair, closed her eyes slightly, and pretended to be attracted by the TV plot. The reflection of the sake glass swayed quietly on the back of her hand like a still life painting.

"Sister, Li Chengmei."

Between Yin Qingshan's thumb and ring finger, dark green blood vessels like water veins bulge slightly. Then, her choking sound flew by faster than the wind in a short period of time. Chengmei heard the sound very clearly, because there was also a storm-like sadness lashing her face.

"Okay, that's great. Let's give our Chengyan a glass of yogurt as thick as rice wine." Although the feeling was as painful as plucking a leaf from her heart, Chengmei still smiled and raised her eyebrows at Chengyan. Thumbs up.

Unexpectedly, this ingenious compliment seemed to have the effect of fueling the flames instantly. The blood that no longer circulated on the surface suddenly gathered into knots like seedlings. At this moment, those knots were beating on Yin Qingshan's ivory-colored slender hands. Seungmei slowly turned her head and stared at Yin Qingshan. For many moments, the sadness flowing in Yin Qingshan's eyes was as desperate as if she wanted to kill herself.

"Mom, sister, do you know? This is the moment I look forward to and love most every day. It is a warm and sweet sake time exclusively for our family." Chengmei's pure affection remains the same, her eyes are hot and her nasal voice is thick.

"I actually don't like sake, it tastes too bitter." Yin Qingshan sighed with his eyes closed.

"Isn't it just to drink sake to drink the bitter taste? Because our life is inherently bitter."

"Yes." Looking at Chengmei's extremely lonely eyes, Chengyan covered her mouth and laughed.