Chapter 40: Fresh dumplings? Realgar wine?

Chapter 39 Fresh Meat Dumplings? Realgar wine?
Finally, before arriving at the Gu Chunlou, Song Xiyuan closed his eyes and leaned in the car with no intention of getting out of the car. I looked at him and it was estimated that it was drunk, and the slight bumps in the carriage made him feel that Comfortable.
Just waiting for the chase to help him, but saw his nose slightly wrinkled, exuding fine sweat beads, he said: Oh, he is about to vomit!
I don’t know how many times he has been drunk. The two times I met were quite unlucky. The first time was when I first entered the Song family’s lintel. It didn’t take long for him to come back. One night he came back from the outside. The tip of the nose was wrinkled, and there was no sign of it, so I spit it out and spit it on the mattress. Although the servant immediately cleaned up, I still felt that the room had a strange smell of alcohol, even for a few nights. Sleeping in the west compartment. Another time after I left the Song family, Song Xiyuan didn’t know where to drink it for a day, and suddenly he was able to vigorously turn over the wall and enter the Shen family, but I happened to feed fish by the pool and was caught by him. Lived, but when he opened his mouth, he seemed to say something, but the words were not spoken, the tip of his nose wrinkled, and his sweat sweated out, and he vomited on me face to face, overwhelmed by the river and the sea. Fortunately, he ate nothing but drink It was all wine, but it still made me messy.
There is a lesson from the car's tragic past, and I don't want to remember his little precursory action.
Now I am sitting in this car with him. He is outside my home and I want to jump out of the carriage. I can’t get out of the way. I remembered for a moment that he always brought a refreshing and refreshing mint with him in the past two years. Ointment, he quickly pulled his sleeve through his sleeves and found a box of ointment. He picked a large piece of green mint with his finger and smeared it in the middle of the others. Then he lifted the driving curtain and turned him out. I halfway out of the window and shot his back straight with my hand, I hope he won't make me suffer again this time.
After taking a few shots, I felt a few drops of wet things falling on the tip of my nose. I suspected that it was raining. I instinctively looked up. I saw a night sky under a few bright stars. The color was almost indigo and did not fall at all. Signs of rain. I was surprised, and I heard a squealing window on the second floor of Gu Chunlou close, and then turned around, I saw the half of the face flashing behind the sash... Such a face is the Begonia of Spring I should also be ashamed of myself, not to mention the beauty with tears, and I still feel pitiful, reminiscent of Yangzhou in the drizzle.
Looking back at Song Xiyuan, who leaned halfway over the window frame, she hadn't spit it out yet. I couldn't help but patted his back a dozen more times. I heard Song Xiyuan groaning, seeming to be very painful, followed by Seeing him turn over and sit back in the car, he leaned against the wall with a bang, and his long arm caught my hand and pressed it in his arms.
"Women...Women's life!...I don't know where the woman's practise is the vigorous diamond diamond palm... The little heart and liver are broken up completely, and I'm afraid it will become a foam...
I listened to him talking nonsense, withdrew his hand, and warned him cautiously: "Don't vomit me. You wake up and get off."
He bent his eyes, instead of getting out of the car, but on the side of his body, he reached out and circled me into his arms. "I don't get out of the car. Would you like to eat dumplings with me?"
I was about to push him away and refused, but he smiled and buckled me tightly, and then said: "If you do not accompany me, I will spit on you."
A burst of green smoke rushed overhead, and I was speechless for a moment. How could there be such a drunkard in the world, like an eight-year-old childish rogue.
I glared at him, but he had no intention of converging, lazily hugged me straight and rubbed, "I'm going to vomit, I'm vomiting now."
"Zhang San, turn around and buy rice dumplings!" I gritted my teeth and turned my head to tell Xiao Xiao.
"Good!" Song Xiyuan smiled with a smile on his face, and even reached out to touch the top of my head, and said kindly, "He really is Brother Song's good girl."
I turned his head away from his hand and warned him: "You have to measure in, let me go!"
"I can't make it, how can I let it go?" Song Xiyuan grabbed me with one hand, flicked his face with one hand, blinked at me, and said innocently: "As soon as I let go of you, I would like to vomit."
"you--"
I was trying to force him to kick him out of the car, but the carriage stopped, and Xiao Xiao lifted the curtain, "Miss, the dumplings are here. What kind of stuff do you want to buy?"
"Take a bunch of fresh meat dumplings each, and always get what you want to buy." I let you slip your tongue, oil will not die you! I thought about it and added: "Yes, buy another pot of realgar wine."
The little man ordered to go.
"Sheng'er, realgar has a great flavor, so under the night, it may be unattractive, not as good as green bamboo."
I gave him a cool look, "Realgar avoids evil."
Do not look at him as white as porcelain, thin as cicada wings, but actually thick and tight, as if I have not heard my words sarcasm, smiled and held me tighter...
On the banks of the Luoshui River, the sound of the flowing water wafted through the oars and sounds, and Yu Sheng was curled into the distant mountains. Song Xiyuan ordered Xiao Zu to raise the car curtain, and dragged me to sit in the carriage with him to eat rice dumplings and watch the scenery.
He bowed his head and devoted himself to peeling a circle of Aiye.
"Don't remember." I interrupted him rudely.
"You fell into Wenshui for me..."
"Idiots say dreams!" I am impatient.
He was okay, smiled, and lifted the stripped dumplings to my mouth. I turned around in disgust. He was also polite, and took back his hands to send the dumplings to his mouth, eating happily, and finally commented: "This Luoyang is good, but the dumplings are still far less than the fragrance of Wufangzhai."
I didn't answer. After a moment of silence, I heard him quietly call: "Miao Miao."
I immediately stood upside down with cold hair to see if others heard it, and grabbed a zongzi in his mouth while reaching out.
"Don't be afraid. No one is around." The man was relaxed.
Mo waited to return to his mind, and he felt that his palm was warm and warm, but he caught me and covered his mouth with a kiss on his lips. The expression was pious, "Miao Miao, in the blink of an eye is the fifth Dragon Boat Festival. I know Extravagance, but, still can't help but want to ask you, can you still allow me the sixth, seventh, and eighth Dragon Boat Festival... until a hundred years?"
I was stunned, and immediately withdrew my hand, took the realgar and drank it, and smiled at him, "You vomit, you are better to vomit directly. Where you vomit and vomit, I will send you back directly after vomiting East of the city."
A few colors faded from his face, and really no longer chattered about some of them, only quietly eating the oily dumplings. I watched the distant mountains and distant water quietly drinking realgar...
I seem to have a dream, in which I saw my little girl...
The next day, after waking up in my room, I couldn't remember how I came back last night. I just felt a headache and was just about to reach out and squeeze my forehead, but I suddenly saw a white and tender baby in my arms, about three or five years old, just like the gold and lithium boy jumping out of the new year's painting, now panic Big eyes stared at me, a pitiful look that made us cry, but didn't dare to cry.
I was shocked and hurriedly sat up to call people.
After some obscure explanations from people, I realized that I was so ridiculous that I was so drunk.
It is said that I was drunk by the realgar last night and saw that several children on the banks of Luoshui were folding paper boats to put boat lights. One of the children was white and cute, and he shouted "Xiaer" and jumped out of the car and hugged the child. He was forced to call me "mother". The relatives and mothers were on the sidelines. They were shocked when they saw this posture. Song Xiyuan, while embarrassed, compensated others, but softly persuaded me to let others go. As a result, I not only refused to let go, but also almost pushed my relatives into the river. In the end, Song Xiyuan had to press five thousand two silver tickets and a piece of jade was in the hands of the couple, to say that he borrowed the baby doll to let me hold him for a night.
Unexpectedly, I actually have such a bold and tyrannical spirit, grabbing children on the street... Thinking of this, I can't help but cover my forehead.
"Miss, the child's parents were in the hall early in the morning, you see..." The next man looked at me.
"Got it." I replied.
After I personally groomed the doll, I took him to the front hall. A pair of parents saw that his son was safe, and his eyes were filled with anxiety.
When the doll in his hand broke free, Ruyan throws Lin into the mother's arms.
I had a sour nose, turned my head and coughed, and then turned back, it was a smile. "Yesterday, the two of you laughed, I'm really sorry."
The parent was panicked and connected, and then took the little baby to leave without waiting for tea. Before leaving, I squatted down and touched his small, soft hand. He also reached out and touched my face timidly, and said with a milk voice: "You look so good, but I have a mother, Can't make you a doll."
I laughed: "It doesn't matter." A jade ring was put on his hand.
I dreamed of no trace last night, only remember a sporadic broken fragment-
Song Xiyuan's pair of half-moon black pupils reflected the warm lights on Luoshui's surface, swaying, he asked me: "Miao Miao, Xiao'er... Xiao'er... You said last time that Xiao'er is our child?"
I chuckled and said, "How did you get behind your ears at this age? You misunderstood. Xiao'er, it's my own child! It's just me alone! His surname is Shen, it's our Shen family's child!"
...
"Miss, the three sons went out to Chang'an today without knowing it. They said they were going to talk about business, this time..." The next man looked at my face, "this time has not said the return date."
I "oh." With a cry, I picked up the lazy white cat on the window sill and walked to the account room.
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