"Mid-Autumn Festival? What is that? Is it what you call a festival? No wonder, no one comes to this shop these days. They all go home to celebrate the festival. Why do you seem to celebrate the festival from time to time?"
Qing Luo unplugged the cork of the wine bottle, picked up the wine bottle and placed it under the tip of her small and exquisite nose. The wings of her nose moved slightly, a pleasant smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she raised her head and drank directly from the bottle. .
Her snowy neck, which was carved out of white jade, moved up and down regularly, and in an instant, the wine bottle was half empty.
"Ah~sip, it tastes good."
Qing Luo casually let out a moan of pleasure, smacked her lips, stuck out her tongue and licked her red lips, completely ignoring the so-called "lady manners".
"There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, and a person's life lasts only a hundred years. People in the world are running around for life every day, and there must always be some days to relax. Moreover, each of these festivals has united countless people over thousands of years. His wisdom and blood and sweat, we should pass it on and carry it forward in this life."
"The so-called Mid-Autumn Festival is the time when all things are harvested. Our ancestors celebrate the harvest..."
Qingya patiently explained the story of the Mid-Autumn Festival to her, but Qingluo only focused on the osmanthus wine and mooncakes in front of her. She responded to Qingya's words perfunctorily without stopping, and slapped her twice or three times. The big moon cake went into her stomach.
"This is too sweet. It doesn't taste good. Next time, bring some stuffed meat."
Qing Luo patted the remaining cake crumbs on his hands, rubbed his palms on Qing Ya's sleeves a few times, and wiped all the oil stains on Qing Ya's body.
"No problem, you say it and I do it."
"Hehe, children can be taught. If nothing happens, you should go back quickly. After three rounds of drinking, the little girl is a little tired. This young hero will not do anything to me in broad daylight when there is no one around. I, a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken, am I going to do something ungrateful?"
Qing Luo hugged herself tightly with both hands, stood up and took a few steps back, pretending to be trembling. Under such a weak appearance, there was enough strength to subdue herself instantly.
"Since the landlady has given the eviction order, I will take my leave first. Goodbye, landlady." After saying that, Qingya dropped a few copper coins on the table, picked up the bamboo hat next to him, and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, this guest, we don't have enough money."
At some point, Qing Luo teleported to the gate, stretched out his smooth and slender right leg, and stopped Qing Ya from stepping out of the threshold. "
"Oh, just for these bowls of tea, how much money does the boss lady want to charge me?"
Qingya simply leaned against the door, waiting for her quotation.
"Twelve taels...gold."
Qing Luo folded his index fingers together and quoted a price that was wider than a lion's mouth.
"The girl is really a good hand in business."
Although she said this, Qingya still obediently placed a gold ingot of ten taels in her palm.
"Hey, I am a weak woman walking around with no money. How can I do it? As a great disciple of the Tianyun Gate, why don't you help me, a poor person like me?"
Qing Luo smiled and hid the gold in his hand, and lowered his right leg blocking the door.
"Huh? Why aren't you leaving? You don't really want to do anything to me, do you?"
Seeing that he was still staying where he was, Qing Luo pushed him out.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I don't know how to go back yet, I mean, how do I wake up?"
The core mechanism has been cracked, and I should wake up quickly, but I can't just walk back to Chang'an step by step like when I came here.
"Yeah, I almost forgot that you were still dreaming."
The beautiful woman in red hid her right hand behind her back and approached Qingya with a faint smile. When the other party was unprepared, she suddenly clasped two fingers and tapped Qingya on the forehead.
With a "boom" and a loud knocking sound, Qingya's figure disappeared from the spot.
"Goodbye, silly boy."
Qing Luo waved goodbye to the gradually transparent Qingya.
Chang'an, Qixia Mansion, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon still hangs on the branches of the laurel tree. It seems that time has not passed long.
"It hurts, it hurts,"
Qing Ya woke up from her dream holding her forehead. Why was she beaten every time she dreamed? Let's meet her in reality next time.
Qing Ya rubbed his still aching forehead, only to find that the three people who were having fun were now lying on the table in a daze due to their drunkenness. Their eyes were closing and closing, and they were half asleep. between.
Hua Qing'er's drinking capacity has never been very good. Qing Ya knows that, but she is the kind of person who is both playful and fun-loving. She always wants to get herself drunk, but every time she gets drunk first. Got off.
But this time, I did lose to her. I don’t know whether it was me who got drunk first, or Qing Luo who pulled me into a dream.
Yunxiu has lived in Xishan all year round. She is used to living alone. Although she has learned to drink, she used to drink to drown her sorrows. Every time she picks up the wine glass, she hopes that the alcohol will quickly numb her, so she quickly falls into In a dream.
What Qingya didn't expect was that Qiu Chiyu was also drunk. He didn't know if it was because of her strong strength that Qingya always had an image of her that was not even drunk after a thousand cups. In Qingya's imagination, Qiu Chiyu should be holding the entire wine jar at this moment, laughing loudly at several people, "That's it, that's it."
I wonder if Qiu Chiyu would get angry and knock Qiu Chiyu's bag angrily if he found out that Qingya viewed him this way. But now Qingya looked at Qiu Chiyu sleeping in a daze, and felt a different kind of beauty of contrast.
Her slightly heroic eyebrows in the past seemed to have melted away at this moment, leaving only Ruoruan's charming look. It is said that women are more beautiful when they are drunk. Now it seems that this statement is indeed true.
"Sister Qing'er, sister Qing'er."
Qingya first called Hua Qing'er a few times. Hua Qing'er vaguely heard Qingya calling her and subconsciously responded to him,
"Hey, Qingya, wake up. I win this time."
While she was speaking, she did not open her closed eyes, and the breath of wine from her mouth hit Qingya's face. It was the fragrance of jasmine mixed with a touch of sweetness, which made people's hearts twitch.
"Yes, you win this time. You are drunk. Why don't we go home?"
"Okay, okay, ow."
Hua Qing'er vaguely agreed to Qing Ya, but subconsciously opened her mouth wide and bit Qing Ya's face.
Qing Ya deftly avoided her "attack", only to hear her teeth collide with each other, making a crisp "click" sound, and then Hua Qing'er lay down again.
Sniff, sniff.
Like a little rabbit, she closed her eyes and tried to judge the location of Qingya through the smell. After locking on Qingya, she opened her mouth wide and bit at Qingya.
Qingya was worried that she might bite his tongue like she did just now, so this time he didn't dodge and gave her the side of his face.
"Ouch"
Hua Qing'er bit Qingya's ear, but Qingya didn't feel any pain. Hua Qing'er just bit his ear gently with her teeth and giggled.
Last time at the Banquet of Bliss, Hua Qing'er knew that ears seemed to be Qingya's weakness, so she targeted his ears this time.
The sound of breathing from such a close distance entered the ear canal, and the moist feeling between her lips could still be felt on the auricle. An electric numbness instantly spread from Qingya's waist to half of his body. Qingya straightened his upper body as if on reflex, as if he was frozen, motionless and at the mercy of Hua Qing'er.
"Hey, do you think I'm really drunk? You bad boy, you dreamed about another girl when you were drunk, and you dreamed about another girl, and you still read her name in public. Why, do you do this to that girl? Miss Qingluo never forgets you?"
Hua Qing'er deliberately lowered her voice. The sweet voice like a clear spring was like tiny water droplets, all dripping into Qingya's ear canal, washing his soul inside and out.
"This is your punishment. Now you can only beg for mercy. As a sister, I can't handle you easily."
Every word Hua Qing'er uttered was accompanied by a feeling of numbness and the pleasure of spiritual collision. He really wanted Hua Qing'er to let go of him to get rid of his current predicament of being unable to move. But at the same time, he hoped that Hua Qing'er could keep biting his ear and whispering. The feeling of souls colliding with each other fascinated Qing Ya, and he seemed to be a little addicted.
"Hey, why do you seem to be enjoying it?"
Hua Qing'er opened half of her eyes slightly, but saw Qing Ya's face full of intoxication, and suddenly felt a little strange.
"You don't know. Do you have any special quirks? Hehe, don't worry, I won't tell others. This is a trick that only I know about how to deal with you, so no one else will know."
Hua Qing'er let go of Qing Ya's ears, and saw a row of neat, shallow tooth marks on his auricles, with some wet saliva on them.
"call"
Qing Ya took a long breath, as if he had released a restraining spell, and then lay softly on the table as if all his strength had been drained from his body.
At this time, Hua Qing'er felt her face getting hot. Although the relationship between the two of them had always been very good, they had never done anything intimate. At most, they only held hands, and even I don't know if that hug in the illusion counts. After all, it was like a dream. I can't remember the feeling at that time.
This is the first time that the two of them have made such an intimate move. In fact, this is not very intimate in this prosperous age with relatively open folk customs, but for a young and ignorant girl, it is enough to make her shy. .
