Chunyin

The wine jar that Gou Mang brought was only the size of a palm, but the wine in it could not be poured out no matter what.It was probably rare for him to meet an old acquaintance in a foreign land, and it was probably really depressed in his heart, gossiping with Zhuang Ziyu one sentence after another, drinking one cup after another, his cheeks flushed, his eyes shone brightly, and he lost his mind. It's clear.

At the moment when he was about to get drunk, the god suddenly stopped talking and stared at me directly from the opposite side.

I was numb from his gaze, pulled Zhuang Heng's clothes, and complained: "Why do you let him drink?"

Zhuang Heng said: "He will drink this jug of wine here, or else he will drink it elsewhere. Since it is always necessary to drink, it is better to be accompanied by someone than no one." He withdrew the wine jar and glass from Gou Mang's hand as he spoke, Looking back, I was still looking at him thoughtfully, paused, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Zi Yu seems to be able to hangover really well."

He said: "Nine out of ten wines are bitter."

I said, "So you never drink."

Zhuang Heng said: "I've been drunk once, and I've been drunk once."

Yes, I remembered, it was the time at the Lingering Garden Gathering.

At that time, Fu Huan and I were entertaining friends at the banquet, and it was supposed to be the happiest time, but Zhuang Heng was drinking alone in the corner. I left everyone to find him, and he looked at me and smiled slightly In the night, his brows and eyes are hazy and gentle, like the white lilac behind him.Then he spoke.

He called me: "Izumo."

He asked me: "What is life like so far?"

Ten words, every word disappoints.

I changed my face, turned around and left, but he raised his hand, hooked my sleeve lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't go."

I turned around and said, "I'm not your slush claw."

He said, "You are."

I turned around and looked at him.

His fingers moved lightly along my cuff and touched my fingertips. His cold eyes were stimulated by alcohol and became scorching hot.That night the lilac flowers were heavy, just blinding people's eyes and ears.

But fish eyes can't be fooled, I'm not after all.

So Zhuang Heng pushed me away at the last moment.Under the mottled moon shadow under the lilac tree, the sound of panting gradually subsided. He frowned, looking at me like a chicken rib, with an extremely contradictory expression.

There is really nothing to contradict this.Everything is clear.

I lowered my head to tidy up my clothes, raised my hand to wipe my lips, smiled sarcastically, and said, "I just said no."

Thinking of that night, the feeling of panic in the heart and bitterness in the tip of the tongue came up again.Hey, now that I think about it, that night in the Liuyuan seems to be a turning point of everything, it belongs to me and Zhuang Heng, it belongs to me and Fu Huan, and it belongs to myself.For example, the girl lost her virginity, and the boy bid farewell to the worry-free era. Some things came to an end that night.

After the god of spring trees got drunk on the table, the rain outside suddenly became heavier.The white rain line poured down heavily on the bluestone road and the river.The shopkeeper's child stood under the tarpaulin shed, looked up at the rain blankly, and said, "Mother, is the sky leaking?"

There was the sound of rushing rain all around, making the hall extremely quiet.

Of course it was a moment of tacit understanding, I looked at Zhuang Heng, waiting for him to announce the belated sentence "I was young at the time, I made a mistake with drinking, I am really sorry", although the ridiculous thing was done together, he was the first to admit his mistake It's not wrong to say "sorry".

But he looked at me for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

Hey, I'm gone, and I didn't even get an apology until I died-how could there be such a stubborn person?