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Brown rice bubbles in spring, German dark beer in summer, sweet-scented osmanthus wine in autumn, and ginger rice wine in winter.

Mi Zhiqiu doesn't drink very much, but he likes wine very much. It seems to be divided into categories, and it will be very ritual to divide them by four seasons.

Cancer is very ritualistic.

After listening to his summary, Xia Xin was a little puzzled, "Do you decide when autumn starts by the calendar or by the temperature?"

If the city is really counted by temperature, sometimes there may be only one week in autumn.

Mi Zhiqiu replied, "It depends on when the sweet-scented osmanthus wine tastes better."

Osmanthus fragrans waited for a long time but did not wait for autumn, so I decided to bloom by myself.

But on this day, Mi Zhiqiu bought sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Xia Xinran originally said that he would go back to school early at noon, but he rarely had to work overtime and could not come back until very late.

So Mi Zhiqiu poured all the wine into the cup and drank it lying on the window.Originally, I wanted to drink by myself, respecting the sky and the earth, but I used a thick straw, and it suddenly became like drinking pearl milk tea.

Autumn is very fragrant, and gardenias have laid the foundation for this season since June.

Mi Zhiqiu likes to stare blankly at the window on the corridor side because it faces the main road and is surrounded by fences and bushes. There are almost no people there. Today, he suddenly found two people standing in the shadows downstairs.

Mi Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes, and found that it was Dahei and Shaorui.

Dahei has always had a constitution of tear incontinence. He would cry when he failed the exam, but every time there was thunder and rain, but this time there was no sound at all. If he hadn't turned his face in Mi Zhiqiu's direction, he probably wouldn't have noticed Dahei is crying.

He has almost no expression, only tears welling down his cheeks and pooling to his chin.

Mi Zhiqiu saw Shaorui stretching out his hands, just like a person praying for rain to hold nectar, and silently catch those falling tears.

Mi Zhiqiu turned his back, watched the corridor shrink visually and turned into a small circle, and sighed softly.

The fermented rice is sweet, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is also sweet.

People can consume so much and so much sugar every day, but there are still bitter people.

Since Xia Xin didn't come back suddenly, there was no need to skip the class that Mi Zhiqiu originally wanted to skip.

He lay down on the table, counting the masterpieces that the boring people left on the desk before. Someone even wrote the beginning of a poem, and the rest wrote it all the way. Mi Zhiqiu did not find a pencil in the pencil case , Just regretting that I couldn't participate in it, I suddenly felt that the surrounding area was much quieter.

He thought it was the teacher coming, but he looked up and saw Xia Xinran standing under the lecture theater.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't have time to wonder why he came here, because the first thing he thought of was that everyone just knew him.

But Mi Zhiqiu knew that he was looking for her.

Mi Zhiqiu watched his gaze sweep over him little by little. He should have waved his hand as a signal, but for some reason he didn't want to, and even deliberately lowered himself down.

Until Xia Xinran's eyes approached this half, and then immediately found Mi Zhiqiu.

Then smiled.

Different from that kind of polite smile, when Xia Xin suddenly smiled at Mi Zhiqiu, she was always gentle enough to make people understand that she was special.

Mi Zhiqiu knew that the surroundings had become noisy again, even louder than before, but this time he couldn't understand why.

Xia Xin suddenly didn't have messy hair like at the school gate, and he didn't carry a heavy computer bag. His white shirt seemed to be dazzled by the fluorescent light. After laughing, he looked at his feet indifferently. It all fell on Xia Xinran, but he didn't dare to look around and he didn't dare to look at him very much. He stared at the poems on the table that didn't even rhyme correctly and counted the time, as if counting his step by step.

It is probably because the alcohol that Jiuniang might not have even once secretly fermented in his stomach, turning into an intoxicating autumn.Tomorrow, I stayed with Xia Xinran tomorrow, but this scene seemed to have background music. The others were all extras, and they were the protagonists who couldn't see the light. Only one party could have the spotlight.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't know why he thought of the couple who were often inseparable at the door of the dormitory, the couple who quarreled, and the couple who talked and laughed loudly.I also thought of the silent tears in the shadows on the other side of the building.

Mi Zhiqiu felt that he was so strange, and he was thinking so much. While he was happy that Xia Xin, who had attracted so much attention, came to find him specially, but at the same time, he knew that he could not get those vanity, and others would not misunderstand him.

Even if it is true.

He is the person Xia Xinran likes.

The stage was so small that there were only a few noisy voices and curious eyes, and Mi Zhiqiu didn't even see how Xia Xinran approached.

He was still churning with all sorts of strange thoughts in his heart, when he felt a hand lightly resting on his head.

"You've seen me, why don't you let me go?"

Mi Zhiqiu raised his head to look at him, Xia Xin was bending slightly to motion for him to take a seat inside.

He pressed down on the chair next door and moved over smoothly.

Xia Xinran followed him by lying on the table, "Sorry, I'm late."

Mi Zhiqiu tilted his head and whispered to him, "It's not too late, there's time to skip class."

So the two of them left the classroom at a critical moment and passed the teacher in the corridor.

It's obviously an ordinary night, but skipping classes always makes people feel that they can't go back to the dormitory to sleep normally.

Xia Xin suddenly asked Mi Zhiqiu if he had finished drinking the rice wine. Mi Zhiqiu thought about the portion he had left on the leader's table, and felt that it was probably gone.

So the two of them ran to the supermarket to buy beer. Even though it was the end of September, they said confidently, "it's summer when it's hot."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't like drinking wine because of wine, he liked drinking wine because of the words about wine.It's a pity that he tasted many times and still couldn't get the vocabulary used by the taster.

He didn't know whether the wine was fragrant or not, but whether it was sweet or not.

When he was not an adult, Mi Zhiqiu's family would give him a taste of wine. At that time, his impression of wine was divided into bitter and very bitter.

This is probably not the right thing to do. After all, society and adults must protect minors in these matters.But Mi Zhiqiu's parents never seem to think that people can do certain things only when they are adults, so he went to bars with his parents and tasted spirits when he was very young.

He didn't feel the fun, so he didn't visit it again as an adult.

"Your parents are really open-minded." Xia Xinran's family belongs to a very strict family, even when he was an adult, he smoked secretly.

Mi Zhiqiu doesn’t think this is considered open, “It should be said that they are satisfying my curiosity. What I don’t know, they will take me to experience it. If people are never squeezed out of curiosity, it is actually not easy to indulge in some things.”

Xia Xin laughed suddenly, "It seems that I grew too fast in junior high school, and I was worried that I would be too tall in the future, so I didn't drink milk for three whole years."

He lifted the cap of the beer, "So I love drinking milk more than before I couldn't drink milk, probably because I couldn't drink it before and accumulated too much obsession."

Mi Zhiqiu grasped the new focus, "Fortunately, you were afraid of growing taller, otherwise you would have been 1.9 meters."

Xia Xin suddenly handed Mi Zhiqiu a bottle, pretending to be regretful, and said, "But I read online that the best height difference is [-] centimeters, and I felt that I shouldn't give up milk at that time."

"What weird things are you looking at again?" Mi Zhiqiu complained, "You are thirteen centimeters taller than me and can be used as a beam."

He sums it up, "You don't have to."

Mi Zhiqiu remembered that he had read a book a long time ago, and almost missed it because the name was too girly.

The author of that book, Tomihiko Morimi, has wonderful radio waves. He said that drinking cocktails is like picking up gems, and he also gave a description that is easier to impress than any professional wine taster.

"It would be nice if the Pacific Ocean was made of rum."

Beer is also bitter, but Mi Zhiqiu seems to be able to find the aroma of barley in the somewhat strange taste after growing up.

In the story, the girl finds Li Bai for a wine competition. Li Bai holds the winning ticket and thinks that the girl is vulnerable. As a result, she swallows the wine, and her body is full of flying butterflies, but Li Bai only feels lonely and gloomy after drinking the wine.

"Pseudo-electric brandy is the taste of nothingness in life"

The girl responded, "What I tasted was a rich taste that warmed life from the depths of my heart."

Li Bai asked again, "You little girl, do you understand life? Life is lonely and empty, fleeting and plundering each other."

The girl responded with a smile, "Giving to each other."

Li Bai said, "Painful."

"Happy," said the girl.

He and Xia Xin ran this book, saying that he fell in love with cocktails because of the stories in it.

Xia Xin suddenly asked him what the book was called.

Mi Zhiqiu said, "The spring night is too short, let's move on, girl."

After speaking, he suddenly felt very funny, "I also persuaded him to quit because of the name, but both the original work and the director who adapted it later are all geniuses."

Mi Zhiqiu is like a ball of hair, just looking at it makes people think of fluffy and comfortable.

Xia Xin suddenly looked at him, and smiled. I don't know if it was because of the name of the book or because Mi Zhiqiu was urged by the two kinds of wine, and his voice became a little louder. He touched his hair, "Really?"

Mi Zhiqiu was sober and dazed by the wind on the playground, felt a little hot when he touched his face, but he was far away from drunk.

He stretched out his hand, pressed his thumb into his palm, then clenched it into a fist, and asked Xia Xinran, "Do you know what this is?"

Xia Xin suddenly stared at his snow-white fingers, and saw that the edge of the fingers was slightly red due to squeezing. He knew that he couldn't guess the correct answer, but he still said seriously, "Your fist."

Mi Zhiqiu said, "The book says that if you secretly hide your thumb in your fist, you can't hold it tightly even if you try to make a fist. That secretly hidden thumb is called love."

There was no smell of alcohol in the wind, but Xia Xin suddenly knew that if he was close to Mi Zhiqiu at this time, he could smell a little from him.

He didn't know why he suddenly remembered the last time when Mi Zhiqiu was drinking, the two of them were playing a big adventure, and the distance was also the same, neither far nor close.Xia Xin suddenly looked at his eyes like running water, thinking that he would say something out of the ordinary.

He suddenly had the courage to take out the sound he had recorded at that time and play it to Mi Zhiqiu.

Mi Zhiqiu was a little puzzled to see that Xia Xinran didn't say anything, and suddenly took out his phone and opened the memo, and the next second, Xia Xinran's voice came from inside.

"If you love someone, how would you confess."

Mi Zhiqiu was a little dazed, and then heard his own vague voice, "What Can I Use to Keep You?"

The background was noisy, but the audio hadn't ended yet, he heard Xia Xin suddenly say after a few seconds, "Idiot."

Mi Zhiqiu couldn't help laughing, "What kind of shameful thing is this!"

Xia Xin suddenly said, "Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

"I was thinking." Xia Xin suddenly looked at the figure running in the distance, "I borrowed a lot of books, just to let you know my name."

"Lots of books I think you'll like."

"It's a pity that there is neither the poem nor the book you just mentioned."