It's like looking up in winter and being kissed by a piece of first snow inadvertently.

"All right."

Shi Wu Luo said, put the wooden hairpin on him.

Qiu Bodeng turned his head to look at him, Shi Wuluo sat down again and looked at him quietly.

Behind him is the sparse crown of the gods, and the light like a flying moon falls on him. His eyes are too light in color, like a dust-free sky, or a lake with a clear bottom, clearly imprinting the shadow of Qiu Bodeng at such a close distance.

After staring at each other for a while, Qiu Bodeng threw the wine jar to him, and simply ordered: "Drink!"

Shi Wuluo lowered his eyes and poured himself the wine. His movements were no different from what he looked like before, but if he looked closely, he could see that whether he raised a glass or poured wine, he was half a beat slower.

It's not like pretending to be drunk.

Qiu Bodeng snorted coldly without smiling, and snatched the wine from his hand.

Shi Wu Luo looked at the empty hand and looked up at him blankly. Qiu Bodeng ignored him and put the wine cup far away on his own. Shi Wu Luo remembered that Qiu Bo Deng just asked him to drink, and after a moment of stunned, he raised the wine jar and drank directly.

"...I'm really drunk."

Qiu Bodeng looked at him subtly.

Jucheng's jingjiu is actually a bit strong. When you first enter it, you will feel like it contains cold water, but your throat will immediately burn. Shi Wuluo drank very slowly, taking a sip of wine to stop for a while, his eyes seemed clear and bright, but the focus was already out of focus. It seems that he really wants to drink the whole altar.

Qiu Bodeng, who hadn't even had a sip, looked around and found that if he wanted to drink, he would only have the one that Shi Wuluo had just snatched away from him.

"..."

It's like shooting yourself in the foot.

"never mind,"

Qiu Bodeng rummaged through, and found out the bowl that Gen and Zuo Yuesheng used when they played Liubo the day before yesterday.

"Next time it's your turn to invite me to drink."

As the words came out, Qiu Bodeng was suddenly stunned.

Master Chou's previous life, the Golden Friendship Law, was so demanding that he didn't have a single friend.

The one who can be called "half" is the folklorist who bought the Wu Nuo mask and slapped his face. The reason why the folklorist is fortunate to be the half-friend of the young master Qiu is that he is an old alcoholic who can get some good wine from different places every once in a while.

The old alcoholic looks very abstract, and he is still living in the mountains all day long, but he actually has a very beautiful and artistic wife-although he has passed away.

I have known the old alcoholic for several years, and the only time heard him mention his wife was during Qingming. The old alcoholic was so drunk that he beat his chest and said that it was all his fault that he forgot to say that next time he would invite her to drink. Only then did Qiu Bo Deng know that his wife who died of illness was also a hero in women's middle school. He was in love with Du Kang. The reason why he married the old alcoholic was because this guy would invite her to drink every time, and after drinking, he would ask her to invite her back. Tangled, the girl was deceived.

The alcoholic thinks that he can succeed by inviting each other to drink from one another, so he keeps the habit until after marriage.

One request and one return, one return after another, the wine appointments are endless, and the personnel will never be separated.

"I forgot that time..."

The sound of ghost crying and wolf howling is still in my ears.

If there is no end to the wine, can we never be separated? How can there be such a good thing?

"Flying light, flying light, persuade Er for a glass of wine."

Qiu Bo's lamp hit the wine cup, and the moonlight filled the cup like a sinking mirror. At this moment, it suddenly shattered into countless sparks, and Bo Chen collided with Zhanyan to make a clear and clear sound.

"I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come to fry life. "

The days change and the months change, and people get old. In this world, white deer are hard to find, year-old cranes are hard to swim, snakes fly into ashes, and hexagram turtles rot their flesh.

No matter how long the agreement is, how can it be longer than life and death?

The gods cannot reach the world or the earth, and there is no one coming from the vast expanse. The sound of the chopsticks turned more and more urgently, and the more it turned, the more desolate it became. The voice of Qiu Bodeng was like a string being plucked by grief, and it turned higher and higher.

"If you eat bears, you will get fat, but if you eat frogs, you will be thin..."

When it came to the sentence "Where is the Lord of God", the voice has been raised to the extreme, and the strings of the piano are about to break at any time.

"Taiyi..."

墢.

The cold pulp fell, and the strings were suddenly empty.

Before the word "An You" came out, Shi Wuluo grabbed Bo Chen and the wine bowl.

Qiu Bodeng looked up at him slowly.

"you……"

Shi Wuluo stopped.

Young Master Qiu consciously sang it, even if it wasn't the sound of the heavens, it was absolutely extraordinary. Who can hear who's lucky. Qiu Bodeng got up and looked down at Shi Wu Luo condescendingly. If he dared to say "don't sing again", he would kick him down. "You don't jump from a height."

The kicking action stopped.

Shi Wu Luo carried the wine jar, his thin bamboo body shook slightly, and he also stood up.

"You don't jump from a height."

He repeated it again, and the moonlight fell in his eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he was drunk or awake. But his tone was so solemn, as if he was talking about something more important than the collapse of the sky and the destruction of everything.

"very dangerous."

"What if I had to dance?"

Qiu Bodeng put his hands into his sleeves.

Shi Wuluo did not speak, his face was half hidden in the shadow of the branches above his head, and his eyes could not be seen. The moonlight swept across his slightly high cheekbones, and the undulating lines of his cheek muscles were cold and sharp. Qiu Bodeng thought that he was indeed the head of the ten witches, and that he was indeed an enemy of the gods, Buddhas and demons everywhere.

"Then I'll catch you."

He says.

"I'm sick from birth," Qiu Bodeng smiled and sneered softly, "Do you know when and where I want to jump?"

"I'll catch you."

Whenever, wherever.