The fast travel is too late

Chapter 62 I want to drink
"Ah Yan, you don't sleep at night, what are you doing sitting here?"

Xin Wu stretched out his hand and grabbed Cen Yan's clothes, trying to pull him back into the house, the season here is early spring, and it's still very cold at night with wind.She doesn't care if it's cold or not, but Cen Yan obviously can't.

In this era of imperfect medical and health care development, even a small cold can kill someone.

What's more, Xin Wu inquired from Dr. Li that Cen Yan was a premature baby and his body was already very weak. It was better not to get sick if he could.

However, Cen Yan shook off her hand.

Yes, just threw it away.

His aura was astonishing, nothing like the soft-spoken and cute young man he was during the day.

With a "gudong", Cen Yan took another breath, and looked at Xin Wu with an indescribably strange look.

"You're blocking me from the moonlight."

It took him a while before he said such a sentence.

This is not her cutie, who was deeply hurt.

Xin Wu was already clutching the small handkerchief in his heart and crying, but on the surface he remained calm, pretending not to distinguish the difference between the boy opposite him and Bai Ri.

"Are you drinking?" Xin Wu shrugged her nose, she smelled a smell of alcohol, following the smell, she saw that Cen Yan was holding the jar and the fragments under his feet in his left hand.

I kind of want to drink.

Every time I read novels about how low the alcohol content was made by ancient people, and some poets like to write poems to describe things related to wine, such as "newly roasted wine from green ants, small red clay stove", "late It's like snow in the sky, I can drink a cup of nothing" and so on. Listening to the poems are very beautiful, I don't know if the wine is really good to drink.

"Can you give me a sip?" Xin Wu felt that ancient wine should be similar to modern fruit juice. He heard that rice wine was very sweet, so he didn't know what kind of wine Cen Yan was drinking now.

Seeing that Cen Yan didn't speak or make any other movements, Xin Wu pulled out a small bench out of thin air, sat next to Cen Yan, picked up an unopened jar of wine on the ground, and opened it.

Even though Cen Yan seemed to be talking fiercely now, Xin Wu could still feel that he didn't hate her, and he couldn't say that he liked her, but he just didn't want to talk to her for a while.Seeing that he seemed to be in a bad mood, Master Xin Wu had a lot of people, and he was not as knowledgeable as he was.

She directly removed the mud seal on the mouth of the jar, and opened the lid to find out the strong smell of wine. It smells quite good, but I don't know how it tastes like.

Xin Wu took small sips of the wine in the altar. The taste of the rice wine was a bit sweet and strange. She took a sip to find out where the strange thing was, so she took another sip. .As she drank and drank, she finished the jar of wine.

"Huh, why is there none?" After drinking the last drop of wine in the altar, Xin Wu poured it out for a long time, but not a drop of wine came out.The wine jar was turned back and forth in her hand, upside down and upside down, and finally no wine was poured from the mouth of the jar.

She looked blankly at the young man beside her who was drinking. She wanted to snatch the wine jar from his hand, but she also felt that robbing someone's things was a bad behavior.

She threw the empty wine jar aside, stared at the boy pitifully, and said aggrievedly: "There is no more wine, I still want to drink."

A distraction caused the little girl to finish a jar of wine.

When Cen Yan came back to his senses, he saw the little girl staring at the wine jar in his hand with a wanting expression, and immediately twisted her face. Fortunately, he didn't know what he did at night during the day, otherwise if the other party knew He gave the little girl a drink, and he wouldn't be Cen Yan unless something happened.

"I can't drink anymore, you're already drunk." Since everyone talked to persuade the little girl to stop drinking, Cen Yan put down the wine jar himself and set an example first.

Realizing that Cen Yan really stopped drinking when he said he wouldn't drink, Xin Wu looked regretfully at the wine jar with a lot of wine left, and stopped making noises about drinking, even though she had made up her mind to ask Cen Yan for a drink during the day. for drink.

The brain eroded by alcohol turned very slowly, and after thinking for a long time, she didn't think about what she said before drinking.

Xin Wu was lying on the bench where the wood was placed during the day, and the scattered shavings were a bit sticky. She waved her hand and asked, "Ah Yan, what did I want to say just now?"

How do I know what you are going to say!
Feeling a little absurd, Cen Yan was about to send Xin Wu back to his room, and when he was resting, he suddenly remembered the little girl's question during the day.

He hesitated for a long time, thinking that the little girl was drunk, and even if he said something to her now, he might not be able to remember it during the day.Even if he thinks about it, it doesn't seem to matter. In Cenjia Village, there are only little girls who are like him and are aliens.Calculating it this way, it seems that besides the little girl, he can't find anyone else with whom he can talk.

"Do you think there will be someone in this world who wakes up and becomes their youthful self?" Cen Yan's hand lightly brushed the top of Xin Wu's head, and his tone became gentle.

Cen Yan's question was too simple, and Xin Wu didn't even bother to answer it.I think she was known as a young book reader back then, she had never read any type of novel, no matter if it was male or female, she had searched for books in it.Wasn't what he said just now a routine that was very popular two years ago and even now!
"Yes, isn't that just rebirth! There are always some blessed people who will have the opportunity to start over again. They know the future direction, what they should do and what they should not do, and those who are able to easily reach the pinnacle of life, stupid Some of them are worse than their previous lives. That’s how it is!” Xin Wu said while shaking his head.

"Rebirth?" Slowly chewing on the meaning of Xin Wu's words, Cen Yan couldn't help laughing, he underestimated people, Xin Wu looked harmless with a childish face, and he was like those People also make the mistake of judging people by their appearance.

"It's good to be reborn." Cen Yan looked down at his still intact hand. There were thick calluses on the fingertips, and there were still many scars on the palm and back of the hand. These were the marks left by his years of carpentry.His hand is not as fair and beautiful as the young masters from rich families, but it is intact. Even though it is covered with scars, it is still intact.It wasn't like the mutilated hands he remembered, so that was fine for now.

"Do you know who I am?" He looked up at the waning moon in the sky and felt familiar. He vaguely remembered that the night before his death seemed to be the same moon. The bright moonlight fell evenly on the earth, even in the mass graves He is also fortunate to be bathed in this gentle moonlight.

"You are Ah Yan. Who else can you be except Cen Yan?" Being drunk doesn't affect Xin Wu's speech. Most of the time, she has something to say, and she doesn't think about it before speaking, but she usually Also like this.In order to avoid offending people, she has already learned to talk less, although the effect is minimal so far.

"Yes, I am Cen Yan, who else could I be except Cen Yan?" Tears rolled down the corner of Cen Yan's eyes, and Xin Wu knew that he was crying.

But she didn't understand, what was there to cry about?It's not that Cen Yan has lost his memory. Could it be that he doesn't know himself? How could he cry just because someone confirmed his identity?

How strange!
Xin Wu recalled how she comforted others in the past, and then felt a little distressed, as if he had really never comforted others.

Or let Cen Yan cry for a while, isn't it a sin to tell a man to cry if there is a song?

And let him cry for a while.

(End of this chapter)