After listening to two songs, Shang Muyi recruited the waiter to pay.

"Teacher, do you have a wine in your family?" Shang Muyi asked.

I didn't understand his intentions for a while, so I replied: "Yes, but it's all wines."

"Let's go, go to your house to drink." He frowned, and seemed to be surprised that he thought of such a wonderful good idea. "I knew I went to your house directly."

I feel that the blue tendons of my forehead are jumping, and my head starts to hurt.

"... It's so late, it's inconvenient."

"Do you have someone else?"

"……No."

"What's inconvenient?"

I am silent for a long time, I don't know if it should be the truth -it will be inconvenient to go to you, and it is inconvenient.

After buying the order, we walked to the elevator. He leaned on the wall and asked me again: "I want to go to your house to see the stars, using that telescope, can I?"

"..."

I suspect that he has touched my spleen, and I see that I eat soft and not hard, so every time I tried hard, I would always change my tone.

The statement is disgusted, but if it is replaced with a soft question, it will make it difficult to refuse.

"OK? Teacher."

The elevator was here at this time. I took the lead in entering the car and turned back to throw back the clothes covered on my body.

"Go outside and put on your clothes."

He laughed and "Oh", dressed, followed me and got out of the parking lot.

Although I didn't agree, I said nothing, but he already knew my answer.

He sat into the co -pilot with a attitude of a winner, whispered while buckling the seat belt.

"I can sit in this position in the future."

I looked at him and suspected that I heard it wrong: "What?"

"What?" He buckled his seat belt and pointed out, "ready, set off."

Chapter 22

Shang Muyi did not treat himself as an outsider at all. He picked up Benfu from the wine cabinet and opened the bottle cap skilled, and took out two cups.

"The moon is quite round today. You teach me to see the moon." Pour the wine into the wine glass. He handed me one of them to me and walked towards the living room balcony.

Staring at his back, I pursed the wine in the cup. The rich grape fragrance mixed with the wine aroma quickly occupied the entire mouth, with a slight acidity and appropriate astringent.

In the past, I would definitely spend some effort to taste this glass of wine and feel the wonderful experience of Tanning at the tip of the tongue. But now I have no mood to taste wine slowly, just want to end everything tonight.

Why do I take him home?

With such doubts, I drank the liquor in the cup with my head, placed the empty cup on the bar, and controlled the wheelchair to go away.

"Stay by the side, I'll adjust and you'll come back." I hurried him to the side, turned on the power of the telescope, and started calibrating the angle.

During the debugging, Shang Muxiao quietly leaned on his chest, turned the glass of wine, and did not speak. When it was almost time, I stepped aside and beckoned him to come over.

"So fast." He put the wine glass on the coffee table and stepped forward again.

I told him the names and functions of the various parts of the telescope, then gave him the hand control and let him see for himself.

He bent down and carefully approached the eyepiece, and when he saw the picture presented by the telescope, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"So ugly."

The moon has carried many beautiful imaginations of human beings from ancient times to the present. Chang'e in the toad palace, the osmanthus tree and the jade rabbit are also matched with beautiful jade in the poems. But in fact it is not a bright jade plate, and there are no beautiful fairies on it. Some are just a large moon sea, rugged mountains, and countless craters.

"The moon has no atmosphere buffer, any material hitting it will leave clear traces on the surface, and because there is no air and wind, it is difficult to form weathering, so these traces cannot be erased over the years. Every tiny depression you see , may have existed for hundreds of millions of years.”

To be able to see these ancient traces with the naked eye is a very valuable experience in my opinion, but Shang Muxiao is a little difficult to understand.

"Is it so interesting to observe these pits?"

"These pits have names," I said. "The far north, where you can see a long, narrow shadow, is the Cold Sea. Below it is the same long and narrow lunar land, and the pit in the middle is called Plato, a little to the east. It is Aristotle, and the great shadow below Aristotle is the Chenghai, beyond which you can reach the Cartesian plateau."

"That's why philosophers live on the moon." He raised his head with a smile, and seeing that I didn't respond, he had to explain further, "A famous quote from a foreign dramatist satirizes philosophers who are full of empty words and can't be down-to-earth."

While this is true of some philosophers, not all of them are, and this is biased.

"I don't." I said to myself.

"You have another question." He stepped aside and asked, "What's that shadow on the left? I feel it moving."

verb: move? I thought it was some kind of bug, so I leaned in to look at the eyepiece.

The field of vision was clear, nothing. There were no bugs, no moving shadows.

I raised my head suspiciously: "Nothing..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kissed by a pair of hot lips.

My brain went down from that moment and couldn't think about anything.

The gap between his teeth was opened by the tip of the wine-scented tongue. Different from the impression he gave in everyday life, he was not rash, just a gentle temptation.

Like the most patient hunter, he knows how to be friendly and reduce the vigilance of his prey.

Of course, the prey was aware of the danger, but in the face of his attack, there was still nothing he could do. He could only step into his trap with vigor and death.

Eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, fingers clenched together a little bit, I even forgot how to breathe.