With Mo Ziqian's final promise, Song Qingzhou, who had big eyes and a small belly, ate and drank all the way. After spending all the money she and Mo Ziqian had, she brought a lot of food and drink with Mo Ziqian. Zi Qian and the two found a place to sit on the beach.
Song Qingzhou put down the candied haws of water she had taken a bite of, took a can of beer, and took a sip. The slightly cold wine mixed with the oncoming sea breeze made her feel so comfortable that she felt ecstatic.
Mo Ziqian arranged the things in his hands, then picked up the grilled scallop that Song Qingzhou had put aside and ate it slowly.
At this time, Song Qingzhou took another can of beer and handed it to Mo Ziqian and asked, "Do you want beer?"
Mo Ziqian directly took the beer from Song Qingzhou's hand, pulled the tab and raised his head to take a sip. The Adam's apple on his slender neck rolled up and down, and a few drops of beer slipped from the corners of his mouth, falling along his skin and into the depths of his white shirt. Here, Song Qingzhou's eyes followed the few drops of beer, and then she suddenly looked away as if she had been burned. She closed her eyes and let the sea breeze take away the hot heat on her face.
The next second, Song Qingzhou lay down on his back and fell on the soft beach. The beer can in his hand was still held steadily in the air. He drank this glass to celebrate the bright moon.
At night in Sanya, the sky is pitch black, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and occasionally a few stars twinkling beside it.
Suddenly, a slight clinking sound of beer cans was heard. Song Qingzhou took a look and saw that it was Mo Ziqian who clinked glasses with her. This is a toast to you.
Song Qingzhou turned her head and looked over. Mo Ziqian, who was sitting next to her, was wearing a white shirt. It was simply without any decoration and was as clean as him. His fine hair was blown by the sea breeze, revealing a pair of indifferent but indifferent eyes. And extremely beautiful eyes.
Song Qingzhou recalled that when she first saw Mo Ziqian, Song Qingzhou thought he looked very young, like the kind of cold high school boy in TV dramas, or like a cold and good-achieving senior in college. He seemed to be extra special with the years. Like him and leave no trace on his face.
Song Qingzhou drank the beer in his hand, then put his hand down heavily, lying on the beach. The soft sand under him gave people a feeling of relaxation.
Mo Ziqian also drank the beer in his hand in one gulp, then opened two more cans, giving one to Song Qingzhou.
Song Qingzhou held the beer can and smiled: "Mo Ziqian, are you planning to get me drunk?"
Mo Ziqian glanced at Song Qingzhou who was lying beside him. The big straw hat had already been taken off and put aside. His long hair was spread out like seaweed. His fair skin was even more conspicuous in the dark night. His peach blossom eyes were caused by drinking. It became moist and bright because of the wine. He looked at the remaining beer next to him and said, "Drink more, so you can take less back to the hotel."
Song Qingzhou seemed to have heard something funny and burst into laughter.
When she had laughed enough, Song Qingzhou took the initiative to touch the beer can in his hand with the beer can in Mo Ziqian's hand. Not far away, someone was setting off fireworks on the beach. Happy laughter came over, and Mo Ziqian's face It also brings a little heat. I guess the beer in Sanya has a higher alcohol content, otherwise I would be drunk from just one can of beer.
Song Qingzhou's drinking capacity was indeed not good, but she also liked drinking. She drank five of the eight cans of beer by herself. When there were only the last two cans of beer left, she held Mo Ziqian from drinking, and even yelled fiercely. Mo Ziqian, when she finished the last drop of beer, she burped with satisfaction.
It was already very late at this time, and there were many fewer tourists on the beach. Mo Ziqian stood up, packed up their garbage and put it in a big bag, and then stretched out a hand to Song Qingzhou on the ground. .
Song Qingzhou's eyes were a little blurry. She stretched out her hand to hold Mo Ziqian's hand, but there seemed to be double images in front of her eyes. Many identical hands were shaking. She rubbed her eyes and tried her best to widen her eyes. , grabbed Mo Ziqian's hand, and then used his strength to stand up.
As soon as Song Qingzhou let go of her hand, she was shaky and unsteady. Mo Ziqian hurriedly supported her, then squatted down slightly with his back to her and said, "I'll carry you."
Song Qingzhou waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I can walk back by myself."
The next second she moved her left foot with her right foot, directly wanting to have an intimate contact with the beach.
Mo Ziqian sighed silently, then pulled her and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."
Song Qingzhou seemed to be awake a little. She shook her head and lay on Mo Ziqian's back, with her hands loosely resting on Mo Ziqian's shoulders.
Mo Ziqian held a garbage bag in one hand and held Song Qingzhou's body in a fist with the other hand. He stood up and walked towards the hotel.
Song Qingzhou's head rested on Mo Ziqian's shoulder. She felt the warmth of his body and heard the steady heartbeat in his chest.
Alcohol rushed through Song Qingzhou's body, shattering her sanity.
Song Qingzhou turned his head and looked at Mo Ziqian's profile. The hot breath from his mouth and nose sprayed on Mo Ziqian's neck. The next second, Mo Ziqian's ears turned red silently.
Like a child who discovered a new toy, Song Qingzhou looked at Mo Ziqian's ears in surprise, and then murmured: "Your ears are red."
Mo Ziqian replied: "Your face is also very red."
Song Qingzhou raised his hand and touched his face and said, "I am drinking."
Mo Ziqian paused and said, "Me too."
Song Qingzhou became reluctant: "Your face is not red at all."
Mo Ziqian: "When I drink, my ears only get red, not my face."
Song Qingzhou stared blankly at his ears for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch it. He felt a cold touch on his ears unexpectedly, and Mo Ziqian's body became a little stiff.
Song Qingzhou felt Mo Ziqian's change, let go of his hand, stretched out his arms and hugged his neck tightly and said, "Don't throw me."
Mo Ziqian said solemnly: "No."
Song Qingzhou just lay on his back, his breath smelling of alcohol falling on Mo Ziqian's body.
Mo Ziqian walked steadily. Song Qingzhou felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier. She shouted softly: "Mo Ziqian."
Mo Ziqian: "I'm here."
Song Qingzhou: "Mo Ziqian, do you like me?"
Mo Ziqian's heart beat rapidly. He was silent for a while and replied: "...Yeah."
But the sound of Song Qingzhou's steady and gentle breathing came to his ears. She had fallen asleep.
Mo Ziqian's heartbeat gradually calmed down. It doesn't matter. There will be many opportunities to tell her in the future: "Song Qingzhou, I like you."
