mountain river road

"Zhenqing! Zhenqing!"

Before the person arrived, the shouts came first.Chu Xi walked in with a jar in her arms.

"Tomorrow is the end of my lockdown, come and drink with me!"

After speaking, he put the wine jar on the table with a bang.

Zhenqing glared at him, "How can you put the wine jar on the desk. I don't like drinking, it's too spicy."

"Neither spicy nor spicy." Chu Xi sat down carelessly, and said while pouring the wine: "This is the peach blossom wine my father taught me to brew. He brewed it for my mother. I thought it was fun, so I learned it. Unfortunately, I didn't Someone gave it away, so I had to drink it with Liu Mu. He still thinks the wine is not strong enough."

The faint aroma of wine is mixed with an inexplicable fragrance.

Zhen Qing dubiously took a sip, with a bit of sweetness and burning sensation rolled down the tip of her tongue to her throat, and a little warmth rose from her stomach.

Liuli's eyes lit up.

"Is it delicious?" Chu Xi said proudly, and continued to fill Zhenqing. "Drink it, it can also drive away the cold. Look at you holding the hand stove every day."

"It's delicious." A thin layer of red dyed Zhenqing's cheeks, and then spread to the neck.Zhenqing smiled "hehe", her eyes bent into crescent-like shapes.It is different from the usual smile that blinks slowly and then purses the lips.This smile is presumptuous.Chu Xi stared blankly at Zhen Qing who squinted and smiled.

This is, drunk, drunk?

A strand of hair fell down to cover her eyes, Zhenqing frowned uncomfortably, then suddenly moved towards Chu Xi, rubbed against Chu Xi's shoulder, and brushed off the strand of hair.

The thin red on his face spread to the corners of his eyes, and his watery eyes stared blankly at Chu Xi.

It's as if a jar of wine is contained in those glazed eyes, whoever looks directly will be drunk.A faint burning sensation spread from the stomach to the limbs. Chu Xi stretched out her hand to support Zhen Qing, who couldn't sit upright. Zhen Qing lowered her head, and her hair fell lightly on Chu Xi's outstretched hand.

Lightly, with a slight itch, a strange thought floated up in Chu Xi's heart.

He wanted to touch Zhenqing's hair, stare into Zhenqing's eyes, and touch him.

Burning fingertips.The thin lips kissed the glass wall, the clear wine slid over the lips and teeth, and the Adam's apple moved slightly.There is still a slight wetness on the lips, and the white teeth are looming between the beautifully shaped curves.

It seemed that there was a force urging Chu Xi, pushing him, and pulling his heart there.His eyes were glued to those two thin lips, as if a whirlpool was gradually engulfing him.

Want to, kiss him.

"Bang!"

The wine jar crashed to the ground.Zhenqing slammed down on the table.

Chu Xi regained consciousness in an instant, and a chill ran up her back.As if being pushed into the abyss by someone from ten miles of peach blossoms, he thought in panic and fear: "What did I want to do just now?"

He stood up and stood for a whole stick of incense as if frozen.

Blessed who heard the noise came in and tidied up his hands and feet quickly.Just bent down and planned to drag Xu Zhenqing, who was already asleep on the table, to the bed.

"I come."

Blessed who heard the voice immediately put down his hands and moved aside.Chu Xi frowned and picked up Zhen Qing who was lying on the table by the waist, and gently placed her on the bed in the middle.Then squat down and take off his boots for him.

Wrapping him tightly with a quilt, Chu Xi walked out the door.

Dim sunlight, a simple thatched cottage.

Zhenqing blinked, she was sitting at the table with a bowl of fish soup in front of her.The delicious aroma filled the air.Zhenqing looked up and saw her mother sitting on the side, staring at herself.

"What are you dawdling for? Drink it quickly. It's specially made for you."

Zhenqing looked at it with a little bewilderment. The woman in front of her had a pair of bright autumn eyes, which were covered up by the ugly wrinkles on her face.The woman frowned tightly and said, "Drink! I managed to get it!"

"Mother drink." Zhenqing lowered her head and pushed the bowl of soup over.

"It's for you! It's not for me! Don't let me waste my efforts! I washed the clothes for those young masters and ladies all afternoon! Don't take it seriously!" The woman said impatiently and loudly, pushing the soup away. return. "Apart from me, who else is sincere to you! Sick boy, I've been locked up by you for the rest of my life!"

"Mother..." Zhenqing lowered her head to drink the bowl of soup, tears gathered in her eyes, flowed down her cheeks, and fell into the bowl.He kept his head buried in the drink, not daring to raise his head, for fear that when he raised his head, he would be seen with tears all over his face.

The bowl was put down gently.Zhenqing quickly wiped her face.

"Why are you crying? You're only crying when you're a wimp!" The woman took a look at his hastily wiping away tears, and scolded him, "Read your book carefully! Let your heartless father know that what he lost was not a waste disease." Yangzi!"

The woman stood up and put away the bowl while cursing, "I'm so blind! What a world! What a country! What the hell! Just ignore it, what am I! You left me with such a burden! I This life is over! Xu Zhenqing! You have to be worthy of your mother! Read your book carefully, and don’t let me get depressed by thinking about it!"

Zhenqing sat on the spot and turned her head to look at the woman's back. Against the sun, it was a haggard black shadow.

"Even your father doesn't want you! No one but me..."

"Mother!" Zhenqing stood up hastily, and supported her mother who suddenly lost her voice and was shaking on the stove.

Covering his heart with one hand, the other grabbed Zhenqing's hand convulsively.

Blue veins emerged from the withered arms, and dense sweat gathered and flowed down, sticky and wet.

"Don't give your heart to others...except me...no one treats you well." The woman grabbed Xu Zhenqing's hand, as if she had exerted all her strength, and it fell gently after only a moment.

Zhenqing felt that the hand holding her was loosened.The rough skin was attached to the slender phalanx, and the well-shaped nails were dull and dull, and every part of it showed the charm of the past.

Zhenqing knelt on the ground and cried hoarsely. He never remembered that he had cried like this, as if he wanted to tear his throat open and dig out his heart. He couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, and didn't know anything.

Don't look, don't hear, don't feel.

However, a voice entered his mind.

"Are you Zhenqing? I am your father."

A man in a blue brocade robe, with his hair tied up meticulously, has a gentle temperament like jade, and a face like a bright moon.He raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I'm sorry. I will arrange her funeral properly."

No, no, you are not.

Zhenqing heard her own voice: "Yes. I have admired Your Excellency for a long time, and my mother's funeral is troublesome."

No, no, you are not.

I don't have a father like you.

He opened his eyes violently.The thick brocade was tightly wrapped around him and he could barely move, and a faint scent of wine wafted from the outside.

The world was so quiet that he was the only one left, and the turbulent sea submerged him and isolated him.

Xu Zhenqing lay on the bed in a daze, her eyes open in a daze.He lay there warm and warm, only the corners of his eyes and heart were cold.