Chapter 89: Flower tree moon wine

Jiang Han is studying under the same principles as Konghuai, and it is necessary to make comparisons.
"Look, isn't it arrogant that Jiang Hanzheng has built a base some time ago? Now Master Brother Huaihuai is not muted as soon as he returns!"
"Kong Huai? That senior was very good during the game? But I think the real person is first-class to Brother Jiang ... I still appreciate Brother Jiang more."
"Hey, when you first arrived, you still do n’t know how much the real person loved Master Konghuai ......... These two are a single spiritual root and a five spiritual root. This is a terrible thing! Besides, Jiang Hanzhen was injured in the game. But, brother, a few tricks won the battle. You can see the next stage. "
"So it is ..."
Whenever the competition is held, in addition to the competition of the masters, the newcomers and the disciples who can not participate also have their own fun. The big and small things that happen in the daily competition are talks after training, and even in the middle and late finals, there will be people Bet on the player's winning or losing with a spirit stone.
At this time, Kong Huai was naturally a hot candidate.
Heron knew these things. Presumably, Jiang Han was being compared by the crowd, and he would not feel good, but he did not see the disciples mention it more than half.
Jiang Han's temperament was introverted. When he was lost, he didn't know how to relieve the vent. He could only practice harder by himself. He was afraid that he would have a knot. While he spent the full moon, he brought two pots of wine and sat down with him Under the flower tree.
Jiang Han was dropping wine without touching it, and never drank. Seeing the Master asking him to drink, he could not help but quit.
Heron ignored his resignation and laid down two luminous glasses on the stone table, pouring wine in a jug, "You are sixteen, not a child, if you are in the world, you can already have a wife and a child, It's okay to drink some wine. "
"How can a monk marry a wife and have children ..." Jiang Han was pouting and shaking his head. The bitter monk life gave him a limited understanding.
"The monk is not a monk, how can he not touch affection and love?" Heron curled his lips and raised his glass to take a sip and looked at him with a smile.
Jiang Han's face was reddish, and he finally obeyed. What Master said is also reasonable, and those who practice can find their loved ones as partners.
Suddenly he had some questions that he should not have. Suddenly he wanted to know the past of Master and whether he had ever touched the dust.
"What are you thinking? Don't try it?" Heron's voice suddenly came to his ears, with a slight exhalation, and Jiang Han nodded suddenly, looking up, and drank the liquor from the wine glass with a sip. I was taken aback.
The wine was naturally spicy. For a moment, Jiang Han was coughing, his face turned red, his eyes were bewildered and helpless. It seemed that the liquor was not like this.
Heron smiled, patted him on the back, and laughed a few times, covering his lips, a sense of pleasure that teased the child.
The night is as cold as the water, with the stars and moon shining, this night does not look dull and depressed.
Heron poured another half glass of wine for him, and taught him how to drink the best side slowly, and how to feel the liquor slowly enter the throat.
Jiang Hanzheng drank a few glasses when he understood. After tasting the aftertaste of this wine, it was not so unpleasant. The tight mood was relaxed and he took a deep sigh of relief. Those who share alcohol asked curiously, "How did Master drink alcohol in the first place?"
Heron shook the wine glass, sniffing the aroma of the wine spilling from the edge of the glass. His question made him restless, his eyes slowly moved away, staring at the moon shadows, and his mind naturally remembered some dust past.
The first drink was for bravery and Hyuk to confess his heart. Since both of them are about to marry a wife and become a family, if he is not happy to confess his heart, he will regret his life. So three glasses of yellow wine at the time of Heron's belly, his brain did this feat, otherwise, with his warm temper, he was afraid he would never be able to say it for a lifetime.
Why did you drink later? Perhaps it is still related to He Zheng.
When he still wanted to marry his wife in order to obey his father's emperor, he could only drink so drunk to ignore the gongs and drums in his ears and the red silk in front of his eyes.
Of course, he will never forget the poisonous wine that He Zheng himself gave to end the cup of his heroic year.
Seeing Master staring into the distance and not saying anything, there must be something in his mind. Jiang Hanzheng also quietly put down his glass and stared at his side. Somehow, there was a rush in his heart. I just felt that Master's memories must not be good. Yes, why does his eyes reveal a touch of remorse and fragility? Who is Master missing? Who can bring him painful memories?
Jiang Han was pursing his lips tightly, clinging boldly to Heron, grabbing his arms, and letting him return to life.
Heron rubbed his forehead and immediately returned to God, answering the question he had just answered, his tone indifferent, "Let's drink to worry about it, forget it, but it's irrelevant and can't remember."
"Don't you worry about it?"
Heron raised his glass and asked, "Are you sad now?"
"It's not true. Drinking with Master is very brisk." Jiang Han was shaking his head vigorously, and touched his glass again, smiling shyly.
The two smiled at each other and drank the glass of Chinese wine together.
This is the first time that Jiang Hanzheng has encountered wine, and he has no measure. At first, it was just a few sips. After that, he drank a few more glasses. It was rare to open up with Master. It was a happy conversation. All temperance was thrown away Behind my head, when the response came, my head was already dizzy.
The body was overwhelming, and Jiang Hanzheng's eyes quickly blurred. Looking at Heron's eyes, the dark hair was bright, but I didn't know what was happening. His brain was hot, following his inner meaning, and suddenly fluttered into Heron's arms. .
Heron rubbed the head of the person in his arms, and didn't care about his overly intimate behavior. "It's so easy now, isn't it? It's been a hard day, Master hasn't congratulated you on passing the preliminary round."
Jiang Han was listening, and he drank a few more glasses of wine, his mood became more depressed, and he dumbed out for a long time: "But he is not happy at all ..."
He was indeed drunk, otherwise he would not be so sincere.
Heron held his warm body, "What's the matter? It's just something trivial ..."
Jiang Han was looking up from his arms, his eyes turned red, with a sense of confusion and unwillingness.
"Isn't it how hard a disciple can make Master the only one? Since I started, I have vowed to be the one who makes Master proud, but no matter how much I think about it, I can't catch up with the master ... Is Wulinggen really no better than single spiritual root in any way? The apprentice wants to be the best, he doesn't want to be abandoned, and he doesn't want to go back to the dark days. The apprentice wants to always be able to accompany Master. ... but the students are so tired ... "
He said a lot of piecemeal words, and although incoherent, Heron heard them clearly without saying a word, until he was tired, his voice gradually reduced, and he lost his voice when he fell on his shoulders.
Heron patted the cheek of the person on his body, and it was hot, but his palm was slightly moist, afraid that it was not tears.
Watching the wet water mark in the palm for a long time, Heron wrapped around his waist and hugged him strongly, trying to send him to the room to rest, but the person on his body had fallen asleep and hugged him tightly. Give up and make him inconvenient.
Heron glanced at the full moon for a moment, and suddenly he was a little tired and didn't want to move.
He sighed slightly, and leaned against the thick pear blossom trunk, so that Jiang Han was sleeping on his body like this, all night.
Heron didn't notice that there was another person in the distance who had been staring here for a long time.
Kong Huai never said anything, only quietly took their every move into their eyes, and it was for this reason that they said nothing and said nothing.
How can he feel? Can he only think that Master ’s heart has been removed from him for a hundred years, and all of it has been placed on Jiang Hanzheng?
At first, he would leave because the Master suddenly showed his love with him, making him feel helpless and heavy, so he escaped on the grounds of the experience of the mountain.
But at this moment, seeing that his own eyes had disappeared, and transferred to a milky smelly waste spirit root, how proud to be like Konghuai?
Watching Heron in the moonlight, and the movement of carelessly stroking the person in his arms while looking at the flower branch, Kong Huai's eyes did not blink for a moment. Only then did he realize that Master ’s eyes were so beautiful, his fingers were so thin How gently moving.
Perhaps Kong Huai was also fainted by the wine, so he hoped that he was the one lying in his arms.
But ... staring at Jiang Hanzheng who slept sweetly, Kong Huai narrowed his eyes, his heart was as cold as frost.
He will let the Master know who should be abandoned.
Since it is a waste spirit root, you should be safe and secure, and strive for blessings that do not belong to you, and you will not end well.
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