[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

You, with a professional face, T. Heng, likes to sarcasm, likes to swear, and does everything according to his mood. Once he goes mad, no one will give him face.

In this way, Mi Heng, acting depends on the mood, making friends also depends on the mood.

He doesn't like to socialize, but he has his own way of knowing people, and his little tentacles of detecting people's hearts rarely make mistakes.

When meeting Cui Song for the first time, his intuition told him: This person can be handed over.

At a very boring literary meeting, among a bunch of chattering students who bored him, he occasionally saw a less annoying student, and Mi Heng took advantage of the situation to pay a little more attention.Later, seeing Cui Song being embarrassed by others, he came out to help on a whim.

... Although Cui Song's shameless behavior of relying on him later made him want to throw away his sleeves and leave, but on the whole, his feelings towards Cui Song are more positive than negative, and this is the meaning of friendship.

Having not seen each other for many years, at this reunion, Mi Heng has no idea of ​​making friends at all, and it can even be said to be "avoided".

It's not that he hates Cui Song, nor does he feel that Cui Song has "become dirty" and "unworthy of being with him", it's purely a subconscious instinct.

At first, Mi Heng thought that he was speaking ill of his friend behind his back, but being seen face to face made him feel unnatural when facing Cui Song.But when he thought about it carefully, he realized that this was not the case at all.

If we say that Cui Song back then was like a touch of white among the colorful flowers, so unique that it made him look sideways; then, Cui Song today is like a wild tree covered with silk, making him unable to know whether the luxurious fabric is covered with elegance. Tinglan is still a thorny thorn.

Mi Heng didn't want to uncover Qiluo to see what was under the cover, he was always tired of such guesswork, so after confirming that Cui Song had become difficult for him to see through, it even made him feel a little bit confused. After feeling irritated and aggressive, he immediately chose to stay away, threw him to the Sikong Mansion, and no longer took the initiative to contact him or accept any invitation from Cui Song.

Unexpectedly, take all precautions, and the bad friend who can't help finding fault with him personally sends the person he can't avoid.

Mi Heng really wanted to immediately take back his previous choking, and jumped out of the window to escape.However, people have already seen that jumping out of the window to escape seems too cowardly. You Heng stretched his legs and tried to look coldly:

"What are you here for?"

"I heard that Zhengping has nothing to do here, so I came to play with you."

It was as if a fly had been thrown into Mi Heng's mouth: "Is there nothing to do? Cui Zicong, I don't think I have nothing to do, it's because you are in a panic because you have nothing to do. Are you looking for something to do?"

Cui Song, who has long been accustomed to this stabbing method, automatically filtered out the words of accusation, and clapped his hands and said, "Since you already know, why do you need to ask?"

You Hengqi was pissed off instead, and he gritted his molars: "You have been with your good brother Guo Fengxiao for a long time, and you have learned nothing else but his ability to irritate people?"

Cui Song raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise: "Do you know Fengxiao?"

Mi Heng's face turned even darker: "It's just a one-sided relationship."

Yang Xiu smiled very happily: "This is Zhengping. A few months ago, I had nothing to do to find Cao Sikong's unhappiness. I was dug by Guo Jijiu with a smile on my face, and I was squeezed out, and I was feeling uncomfortable. Woolen cloth."

Receiving Mi Heng's dissatisfied stare, Yang Xiu laughed, "...it's not interesting to talk about it. You guys sit here and drink a few cups first, and I will help Brother Dong treat guests, so go back as soon as you go."

Yang Xiu simply "received the guests", ignoring Mi Hengru's threatening eyes.

There was only one long table in the room, Cui Song sat down on one side, took the wine vessel and poured himself a glass.

"Why doesn't Zhengping sit down?"

Mi Heng sat down with gloom: "Are you here to anger me on Dezu's behalf?"

Cui Song poured him a glass of wine, and took out a rare paper book from his sleeve.

Mi Heng didn't take over, but only looked at Cui Song with questioning eyes.

"This is a handwritten copy of the lonely book I mentioned to you a few days ago. For the convenience of carrying, I copied it on this Caihou paper."

You Heng finally remembered that when Cui Song asked him to help lead the way to Cao Cao's mansion a few days ago, he used "an orphan copy not inferior to "Heavenly Creation"" as a bait to lure him into submission.

At that time, he wanted to get rid of Cui Song as soon as possible, so he took him to Cao Cao's mansion. Afterwards, he forgot about the so-called "orphan copy", but he didn't think it was a "carrot" that he took seriously, but was brought by Cui Song up.

"I thought it was your expedient words, but there really are?"

"A gentleman has something to do and something not to do; but when it comes to lies, some lies can be told, and some lies must never be touched."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mi Heng sipped the wine, pretending not to understand the deep meaning of Cui Song's words.

Cui Song was not in a hurry, he pushed the book over, and let himself drink as if nothing had happened.

The room suddenly sank into an eerie silence.

You Heng endured and endured, but finally couldn't hold back the itch for the "orphan book" that recorded the strange words, and opened it with a sullen face.

Without reading two lines, he sank into the mystery of it. When he was in high spirits, he turned to the next page and suddenly saw ten bare words:

"Predict the next chapter, and listen to the next chapter to break it down."

The veins on Mi Heng's forehead protruded faintly:

"Cui Zicong...!"

Cui Song took a sip of wine calmly: "Just calming down the anger. Copying the book was a lot of work, because I was in a hurry, so I only copied a few articles."

"Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

Cui Song innocently spread his hands: "It's true. If Zhengping doesn't believe it, you can look at this ink stain."

"Then what's the matter with the ten words of 'next time decomposition'?"

"Remark'' means 'there is a sequel'."

Mi Heng felt a little pain in his chest: "Did you dig a hole for me to jump on purpose?"

Cui Song’s smile remains the same as before, unchanged at all: “You opened the book yourself, how can you say that I deliberately dug a hole for you to jump in? — At best, I handed you a shovel, and you dug a hole yourself and jumped in. That's all."

Mi Heng was so angry with this shameless remark that his head jumped wildly. He was too lazy to play with Cui Song's prestige, threw the book on the ground, and sneered three times: "Do you think you can force me to submit?"

He shook his sleeves angrily and slammed the door out.

Cui Song didn't squint, and continued to drink tea calmly.

A quarter of an hour later, the door opened again, and Mi Heng came back with a dark face and sleeves:

"How are you doing?"

Cui Song put down his wine glass, straightened his clothes and got up.

"Not at all. Since there is a lack of a postscript, please follow me along with Zhengping to find the 'Second Volume' of this book."

Mi Heng scanned him back and forth with suspicious eyes:

"What the hell are you planning?"

Cui Song smiled without saying a word, and looked back calmly.

You Heng stared at him for a while, then his anger dissipated a little: "Then let's go. I want to see what kind of medicine is sold in your black gourd, Cui Zicong."

At the same moment, Cao Cao, who was playing shoot with his youngest son, glanced out of the corner of his eye and stood respectfully outside the open door as his eyes and ears, raising his voice to call for people to come in.

After the man entered the room, he walked behind Cao Cao without looking sideways, and reported with his ear.

Cao Cao listened expressionlessly, his eyebrows gradually furrowed.

"This Guo Han is really useless."

He, Cao Cao, appointed people, not sticking to their backgrounds, nor their preferences, but their talents.

He didn't use Guo Han again, not because of Guo Jia, but because although Guo Han had some literary talents, he was superficial; A Guocheng Sanli is more than enough.

Now he and his subordinate officials dared to discuss indiscriminately, questioning Cao Cao's selection ability, which further lowered Cao Cao's favor.

"With such a heart and scheming mind, you still want to be high, you really don't have the slightest self-knowledge."

The youngest son Cao Chong, who was holding the box to observe, looked up at the angry father, thought for a while, and said.