The world is for the public GL

Not just wine, but also beauty in arms.

When Bai Yunmo went upstairs, he caught sight of three or two women, half-embracing a jade-faced man in a light blue brocade suit with a crooked crown.

There are many smiling faces in the world of mortals, with mixed falsehoods and mixed dreams.

Where is the man, she can always recognize such a man, with clear eyebrows, shallow eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Bai Yunmo's hand holding her skirt lost all strength, and she let the cluster of flowers point to the ground, and moved forward slowly.

She caressed her face, which was slightly hot from the wine, with both hands, and called out, "Zi Sang."

The three or two women were called back by their mother's winks.

My mother said to those girls secretly: "If you don't care, how can you cry when you see someone?"

Drunk eyes narrowed slightly, white teeth lined up, Zisang chuckled: "Miss, you look like an old friend."

Very familiar.

But it’s a bit different, my old friend is short and small, with two lumps of pink on his face, when pinched, it becomes watery, and his lips always stick up.

That old friend of mine, if he decides to do something, he will always do it wholeheartedly.

Do you know, my old friend, she called me her husband, when she was so young, she called me panic.

Zisang smiled again, the wine was really worth it today, and he was in a trance again, as if he had seen the old Yiren again, and stretched out his hand to pinch the jade muscle on his cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

Drunken eyes narrowed again, carefully scrutinizing this man in a white shirt, with trembling hair and bluish brows, Zisang carefully stroked his fingertips over the slightly curved eyelids, and wiped them warm with his hands meaning.

Remember, a long time ago, who?Whether it is the host or the master, oh, no, they will talk about it anyway, it is the Lord Buddha who said it.

The Lord Buddha said that tears are the result of love.

"This girl, how could you and I have such a dirty relationship."

"Yunmo, I am Bai Yunmo." She couldn't hold back her tears.Even Bai Yunmo was a little confused, whether she was crying tears of reunion, or the person in front of her was no longer.

"Yunmo, Bai Yunmo."

The old man is Bai Yunmo, and Zisang's eyelids fluttered: "It's you."

Then I fell asleep. If it was a dream, don't wake up easily.

Hey, what's so good about that Bai Yunmo? He's not as fat as Yuan He, he's not as good at serving people as Yuan Xiu, and he's not as stupid as Tong Fu.

What's so good about it.

Or maybe it's just a little person who can call her a husband, even the young master, who dares to flee in the wind and snow in order to be free and easy for a while, or the one who always vows to study medicine.

How can there be so many or but.

She just makes people feel comfortable, she always recognizes you, can't leave you, thinks you are everything, so you can always think of her again.

However, back then, he could have left Changzhou and went to find Bai Yunmo.

However, my heart died back then, and I felt that there was nothing to be involved in this world, only an unknown so-called physical body.

Even the Lord Buddha was turned into ashes in the fire, so what can she do to make friends with others? Simply, just stay in the same old way, drinking and eating meat, and raising this useless body.

Bai Yunmo looked at the person who was thinking about it day and night, sleeping in her arms like this, full of wine and sex, and the smell of rouge and gouache left by the girls.

With her arms around her, she quietly watched the late autumn golden sun slowly disperse from outside the attic. The sun in autumn and the sun in summer are sometimes very similar, but they are still so bright, but how much less is it? Divide the heat.

Slowly approaching a person, looking up, he was also an old acquaintance.

"Nan Wu, don't come here without any problems."

Why, every time you are the one who is by Zisang's side first.

Bai Yunmo asked someone to set up a soft couch beside her, put Zisang on it flat, and then ordered no outsiders to disturb the attic, she gently covered Zisang with a brocade quilt, and asked someone to prepare a cup of tea to sober up at any time. .

After such arrangements were made properly, Bai Yunmo turned to look at Nan Wu again: "You are still the same, you don't like to talk."

"I thought you were dead, but the person who assassinated the king didn't expect to be alive in this world."

Bai's trading companies spread all over the world. In addition to rich gold and silver, wealth and power, they also have the most information.

But no one knew that Nan Wu was still alive.

"Why are you by Zisang's side?"

Nan Wu didn't say anything, just watched Bai Yunmo wipe Zisang's body again, and looked at her hands carefully.

"She still hunts." Ziyun stroked the cocoon in Zisang's palm, looked at it carefully, and imagined everything: "It's drawing a bow."

Zisang can't be killed, if she had to choose a weapon, it must be a bow and arrow, because she couldn't see the creature from a distance, and she was in pain, so she had to hit it with one arrow.

Bai Yunmo put that hand on her face, probably because of drinking, the palm was still warm, she laughed and choked up again: "I didn't expect Zisang to become such a flirtatious person, I really deserve a beating. "

"is it?"

Nan Wu still didn't answer

Bai Yunmo turned around and asked Nan Wu again: "Has Zisang changed?"

Then he asked, "Is Zisang still afraid of you?"

Nan Wu pursed his lips, but still did not speak.

In the past, Zisang was terrified of the sword in her hand. She still remembered that when she was riding in a carriage, the little man was so frightened that he shrank in the carriage, not daring to move.

I still remember that every night before going to bed, she would ask, Nan Wu, will you kill me today?

When he came back to his senses, Nan Wu turned his head and saw himself in the mirror, and there was a slanted scar on the face of the person in the mirror.Then look at Bai Yunmo standing in front of the couch, her jade face is flawless, her hair is lightly brushed, her bare hands intertwined with Zisang's ten fingers.

"where are you going?"

Seeing Nan Wu turning around to leave, Bai Yunmo asked.

Nan Wu also didn't answer, and went downstairs by herself, she couldn't go wherever she could, but she always wanted to avoid the eyes and reason about the chaos in her heart.

She just came to take Zisang back to Wangcheng, to the place that should belong to her.

Then, or maybe she should just quietly make a sheathed sword, and she doesn't know what will happen after the promised thing is done this time.

Why, it seems that I just listen to other people's words one by one and live with my head buried.

What if no one taught you what to do anymore?

It seems that it has become what Zisang said, how can I live if I have nothing.It's not true, there seems to be something in my heart, I always want to keep it.

Zisang said so, but he still survived, but he was a little out of shape.

These days, Zisang always smells the smell of wine and goes to brothels, and sometimes tells stories to the girls.

It is said that there is a city named Qingcheng. In Qingcheng, there is a Fengdu Building. In the building, there used to be a girl named Hehuan who liked a girl named A Xun.

After telling the story, he is always persuaded to drink more, or stays up all night and wakes up at dusk.

When she woke up this time, she was clearly in the attic, but she was wearing a brocade quilt, which girl was so considerate.

Then he raised his eyes, and what was reflected in his eyes seemed to be a person who came out of a dream.

White clothes can't bear the snow, but the face of an old friend is better than the eyebrows.

The person in front of him tilted his head, his eyelashes slightly curved, and said with a smile, "What do you think?"

"Whether it is in the dream, or outside the dream, in the sky, or in the world."

"You're still in the world." Bai Yunmo took the hangover tea brought by the maid next to her, stretched out her hand to half support Zisang, and brought the cup to Pink's lips to feed her.

At the entrance of Gan Shu, Zi Sang looked up at the person who helped him up, with some hesitation on his face, afraid that if he said that name, the dream would disappear.

"Yunmo?"

"You still remember me, otherwise."

Otherwise, after much deliberation, she didn't know how to punish Zisang, otherwise, I could only feel sad.

It's a headache, but it's rare to see nothing.

After shaking those hands, Zisang smiled: "You have grown so big, I thought, you still look like eight years old."

He looks ten years old, his hands are purple and red from the cold, and his face is always covered with stove ashes.

"How can I, I want to marry you, I have to grow up, I have to be as slim as others, so I can be a ****."

When saying this, Bai Yunmo looked at Zisang fixedly: "I will be seventeen next year."

Women in Nanliang can marry and have sex at seventeen.

"Are you still thinking about marrying me?" In addition to being full of alcohol, there seemed to be something else quietly showing signs in my heart.

"Bai Yunmo, when you were young, you would marry anyone you met. I can hardly believe what you said."

"You don't believe anyone, but I can believe it anytime."

Bai Yunmo asked someone to fetch water again, and personally washed Zisang's face, then sat her up and combed her hair.

Just like when she was in Liekou Village when she was young, every time she came back from going out to play wildly, Boy Sang would shake his head and sigh like an old mother, and then he would smooth her messy hair one by one, and then tie it up to make a bun.

"Help you comb your hair nicely and wear nice clothes."

What she wears is the makeup of an ordinary girl from a boudoir's family, with no-flowing cloud pants, black hair hanging down her waist, and a goose-yellow silk dress, which makes the beauty dazzle the eyes.

Even Zisang himself didn't know that there was another woman in the world who looked like this.

She often hunts in the mountains, wearing rough clothes, and then realizes that she is actually a woman like water after all.

Seeing Nan Wushang coming upstairs, Zisang was happy, turned around in front of the mirror, and asked with a smile, "Is this so good?"

Nan Wuxiang's expressionless face suddenly showed some rare surprise, then he became softer, no matter how few words he said, he also said: "Okay."

What's wrong, it's the first time I see you wearing red makeup, with fluttering skirts.

What's wrong, seeing Bai Yunmo, you actually smiled so much more freely.

What's wrong.

You are good in everything, but you are not like me. You are a damned person, but you managed to survive, working in vain.