There is clearly something wrong between these two people, but I don’t know what they talked about during the day.
Xiao Nanhui squinted his eyes and speculated, when suddenly there was another bowl of chicken soup in front of him, almost full.
She looked up in surprise, and the other party said it lightly.
"I don't want to drink, you drink it."
Seeing this, Ding Weixiang, who was standing by, hurriedly pushed his soup in front of the man. Before he could say anything, he was interrupted impatiently by Li Yuanyuan.
"It's just a bowl of soup. Who are you pushing it around for? If this gets out, won't people accuse me of being harsh on our guests?"
Ding Weixiang immediately lowered his head and stopped talking. Li Yuanyuan glanced at Luo He, who quickly stood up, picked up the bamboo tube that had been stuck in the well, and poured out the clear wine that had settled inside.
Li Yuanyuan picked up the wine bowl in front of him, and the clear wine in the bowl reflected the stars and the moon above his head.
"After this round of drinks, you will be considered my guest, Li Yuanyuan. From now on, you don't have to take a detour when passing through here. I will lend you the road, which can save you a lot of time."
After saying this, she drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp. Luo He followed suit, and Xiao Nanhui also followed suit.
Ding Weixiang didn't move, his uneasy and worried eyes fell on the silent man.
Li Yuanyuan on the other side had already frowned.
"With wine and meat, what more could I ask for? It's really unpleasant to keep dilly-dallying!"
While Ding Weixiang was still hesitating, Xiao Nanhui had already quickly taken the glass of wine in front of the person next to him and brought it to himself.
She still remembered who had chosen to die of thirst rather than drink that jar of fruit wine in Biemeng Cave. Furthermore, given the current situation, how could she know if he would become as uncontrollable as Zou Sifang after drinking?
Even if Ding Weixiang is out of control, it is better than him being out of control.
Xiao Nanhui nodded inwardly. She didn't want to go through what Seqiu had gone through a second time.
"He can't drink much, so let me do it for him."
Just as she was about to lean over to drink, a hand suddenly reached out and snatched the glass of wine from her hand.
She turned around in surprise, and he had already drunk the wine in the glass.
Ding Weixiang, who was standing by, was horrified, and the half chicken wing that Luo He had stolen from her bowl fell to the ground. Only Li Yuanyuan didn't notice anything unusual and burst into laughter instead.
"That kid Su Pingchuan always complained that my wine was hard to drink, and he never drank with me, his master. I thought all the men in the Su family were so picky and difficult to please, but now it seems that's not the case!"
Li Yuanyuan's loud voice made her head buzz. She saw the simple wine shop in Baishi Village in front of her, and then the food box in Shan Jiangfei's hand that had been tested for poison eight times.
Tonight is really weird. First, a bowl of chicken soup was passed around, and now a glass of cheap wine is being fought over. What's going on?
She glanced at him nervously and asked in a low voice.
"You can't..."
On the other side, Li Yuanyuan was still pulling Luo He and talking about something with laughter, as if they were going to dig out some wine buried underground.
The wine glass fell on the table with a clang, and the person next to him suddenly stood up.
"Thank you for the wine and hospitality tonight, Master. I will repay you in the future. I'll excuse myself for now."
We're having a nice drink here, where are you going?
Xiao Nanhui continued to be bewilderment, and the next moment, someone pulled her to her feet. She seemed to see her bewildered soul still lingering beside the cluttered table, while her body had already taken a few steps out of the yard and headed towards the mountains in the night.
"Take you somewhere."
She looked at the back of the person in front of her, then turned her head to look behind her.
I don’t know how long it took, but the person in front of me still didn’t stop, and Ding Weixiang and others behind him didn’t catch up.
"Where are you going?"
He still didn't speak, his figure merging with the distant mountains and the starry sky.
Gradually, the lights in the farmhouses disappeared, the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking faded away, and all around were the afterglow of the stars and the moon and the chirping of insects.
She saw the mountains in the distance gathering together like a screen at the end, and in the wilderness in front of the mountains, there was an ancient tower bathed in moonlight.
He finally paused briefly and turned to look at her.
“Go to the place where I grew up.”
She looked into those eyes and confirmed that its owner was indeed drunk.
She thought he would become simpler than usual, or even talkative like Shrike when he was drunk, but he became even more silent than usual.
That cold and restrained body seemed unable to conceal his soul that was as complex and turbulent as a storm. A darkness hidden deep in his bones and blood overflowed through his dark pupils, dangerous and aggressive, teasing her every sense like an invisible hand.
Then he took her hand and walked towards the ancient tower at the end of the darkness.
The mountain evening breeze was cold and stiff, yet for some reason it suddenly died down as she approached the tower. A familiar, bone-chilling floral fragrance rose, enveloping her.
Xiao Nanhui lowered her head and saw the white buds hanging heavily, swaying gently in the windless night. This was a river of datura flowers, and she was standing in the middle of it.
At the end of the sea of flowers is the stone pagoda. The outer relief has become mottled and peeled off due to wind and rain, leaving only the bare tower body, with thick moss filling the cracks.
There is a dark hole in the middle of the tower facing west, which is barely enough for half a person to squeeze in.
He walked forward and gently brushed the stone bricks at the entrance of the cave. After a dull sound, the stone slab at the entrance slowly sank, revealing a stone door.
He stood in the darkness and stretched out his hand to her. The moonlight danced on the Buddha's bone relic in his left hand, holy and seductive, with a contradictory temptation that made people yearn for it.
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