Chapter 1540: Wine is a disaster

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After making fun of each other, everyone calmed down. One of the two next to each other pushed and pushed Bimoyer and said, "Hey, have you seen this girl?"
Another person said, "Is it beautiful or dancing."
"It's both beautiful and beautiful. I used to think that the singing and dancing programs in the opera house had any good birds, and I had to spend so much money to watch them. Today I only knew that dancing was so beautiful."
Another said: "Who said no. But the Opera House is still ugly, only the good looks here. Ha ha."
"Look at your smirk, you're still huh. You haven't seen anyone in the world. Look at Bimoye, you're more calm. Is it Bimoye? Hey, why don't you talk?"
Bimoye coughed twice, and he had never seen such a beautiful dance. This was the first time in his life. In his heart, he thought that the ‘Butterfly Dance’ in this costume dance was the best.
After the second "Dutter Dance" ended, it came to a climax and offered wine. Now all the unmarried young men are counted as one, and the girls can offer wine one by one, and each one must be given. This is actually an event that originated in ancient folklore. Before the men go out and return from the war, the women have to offer their own wine and condolences. Only today has evolved into an event at the costume festival.
At this time in ancient times, after the men got to offer wine, they would sing a few words to express their ambitions, but now this link is not used, and it is replaced by a knife ceremony at the male costume festival, which means a short knife to stand up for one's strength. Dedicated to the girl you like, I hope your sword can protect her for life.
The same wine, the same girl carried it, but the wine tray has changed from a silver plate to a bronze plate wrapped in vines, and the wine glass has changed from a silver cup like a respected gemstone to a bronze cup wrapped in wood vines. . The copper plate is heavy, and the copper cup is more dignified, because in ancient times this was dedicated to the male warriors who levied and returned.
The glittering bronze cups are arranged in a copper plate. All the girls are divided into different directions and offer wine to each unmarried young man in a counterclockwise order. If the wine is finished, the girl next to it will pour it again. Going down a glass, every girl offered a party.
Bemoyer was thinking about what the man who claimed to be a ranger wanted to find him during the day, because he saw this person again just now, and this person seemed to want to talk to him. Bimoye thought about it. He wanted this task to be simple. He didn’t want to have too many details. Moreover, the mercenary regiment was badly injured. He was waiting to recover. It was not appropriate to accept informally commissioned tasks at random. Members, you can’t just think for yourself, wayward, not for the team. But he was a bit curious again, curious about the man's pretense and mystery, what he was going to do.
After thinking for a while, he decided to ask first, even if he knew the purpose of the other party, it was unlikely to accept the other party’s commission, because he still had things in two days, but he could still know that it was remote. What mysterious things exist in the town, he also knows that the more mysterious things are, the more they exist in those remote areas. Because of its remoteness, there are fewer people and fewer people know. Unlike those big cities, where people are everywhere, there are no mysteries.
The idea was decided, and I was looking back. I saw the woman in blue again in front of her. She still had the same smile, but just had a glass of wine in her hand. It turned out that the wine had already been offered to Bimoye, and by coincidence, the area where the blue lady presented the wine happened to be Bimoye.
Now that people have offered wine, they can't stop drinking, otherwise it would be bad to come up with the embarrassing things that please dance before. Bimoye didn't say much. After taking the wine glass, he raised his head and drank it. When he just put down the glass, he found that the woman in blue was stupefied, and the men, women and children around him looked at this with surprise. .
Bimoye didn't know what happened, and was even more inexplicably surprised. He looked around and didn't know what happened. What happened to him? He thought to himself that he should have done nothing wrong. The girl offered wine one by one, and everyone drank it. Even the two big fools who came with him drank it. He didn’t think anything happened. Why did he come to himself? Everyone here is so surprised?
The two big foolish companions also stared at Bronze Bell's big eyes and looked at Bemoyer, closing their mouths in shock.
The woman in blue looked at Bimoyer in panic and panic, and hurriedly handed over the received wine glass to the girl who accompanied the drink, and ran aside herself, apparently frightened.
Bimoye looked at himself with two puzzled companions, his eyes seemingly asking ‘what’s wrong with me? ’
The two companions looked back at him with a look of'you are a fool', and hadn't come to get anything to say. At this time, a man ran angrily in front of Bimoye with his wine, a short knife half a meter long. Plugged into Bimoye's low table, his face was full of provocation, anger and fierceness.
Bimoye himself was a little bit confused, and he quickly asked, "I... what's wrong with me?" After all, I didn't know what mistakes I made. People kindly invited you to come to the festive dinner. Some panic.
The man made a gesture, which meant to go to the middle with Bimoyer.
At this time, his two companions finally found a chance to speak. Although they joked with Bimoye, they were all their own. After all, when they saw something wrong with the companion, how could they not help? Busy said: "Bimoye, how do you take a drink?" Drink it?"
Bimoye still didn't understand: "I drank, what's wrong?"
The companion said, "Did you not listen to the rules that the girl just offered us wine?"
"Which... what rules?"
The companion gave him a white look: "You are an idiot, you are deaf, and this glass of wine can only be divided into three sips, and you can't finish it all at once."
"why?"
The companion said: "I don't know. That's how she told me anyway. Let's divide it into three drinks."
Bemoyer knew where he was wrong, but he didn't know what would happen if he was wrong, so he asked again: "But what should I do if I drink it now? Will... what will happen?"
On the other side of him, a kind person reminded him: "You drink this glass of wine in one breath, it means that you must marry the girl who offered you wine, no matter what kind of setbacks and difficulties can not change your decision. "
"What?!" Bimoyer jumped from the seat all at once.
The kind-hearted person went on to say: "This is not the most serious. If the girl likes you too, she will drink the wine in your glass personally, it means that your heart is already in her heart. Or she will hold the glass personally and let You drink it, which means that she is already yours, which is also okay. But you took a drink and swallowed it. This is called "robber marriage" here, which means you compare yourself to being a robber. Take this girl to get married, regardless of whoever you are, and accept the challenge from anyone."
Bemoy was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and completely dumbfounded.
In fact, it is normal to say that a is usually divided at a ball celebration, but it should never be more distracting than Moyer when it should be the most, and missed the most critical information. Just before drinking, the girl in blue wanted to tell him the rules of drinking, but Moye gave the wine in the glass without waiting for the other person to speak, and it was even more stunned.
This is over, Bimoye looked around, full of hostility everywhere, seizing women from other people is enough, you have to seize goddesses from other people, this is simply to teach those men who are obsessed with blue women to be patient. Even a boy who already has his own heart will not allow such a thing to happen. He has to step forward and challenge him, not to mention Moyer is a stranger.
Bimoye was busy and explained: "I don't know, I didn't hear this rule, can I not count it?"
The man with the short knife was still angry, still staring at him fiercely.
As usual, outsiders do not know this rule and drink the wrong wine. Even though everyone will be unhappy, the girl will inevitably shed tears. It is not impossible not to count. Comparable to Moye, he did not pick one, but picked up the blue girl's wine, which was unbearable to all men and women on the scene, not even the elders. You want to rob us the most beautiful girl here, people in the whole town will not agree. Now that I have been drinking the wrong wine again, it doesn't count, how can it be so easy?
The blue girl is the most beautiful girl in the town, including the whole family. Even if you take a step back, today’s things are not counted. What will the boy think of the girl who marries another boy in the future? This kind of thing would make the boy feel that the girl was not just married to him, but someone else did not want to get it by herself. The girl would feel that she was robbed and abandoned, what is the face and self-esteem?
Bimoye heard this from a kind-hearted person, and then he realized that something was going wrong. Now it is not possible to enter or retreat, and secretly groans, what should I do? !
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