Chapter 167: Ling Xize, Do You Want to Be the Lady of the Zhai [Second Watch]
The road in the alley is narrow, and the street lamps along the street shine orange light.
Song Qingming helped Qin Fan to walk forward along the downhill slope.
The wind was too strong, the night was too cold, and there was not a single figure to be seen on the empty road.
"I'm a little dizzy, take a break. β
Qin Fan slapped Song Qingming back, his words were clear, and his voice was low and deep.
was blown away by the cold wind, and the drunkenness was blown away a lot, and the brain was clearer.
Song Qingming let go of Qin Fan, Qin Fan's footsteps were a little weak, he took two steps forward lightly, and then held on to the street lamp next to him.
He leaned on the street lamp, reached his hand in his pocket, and found a cigarette case, which did not contain a single cigarette, and was crumpled into a ball by him.
"Is there any smoke?" Qin Fan asked Song Qingming.
Song Qingming looked at him calmly and said, "I don't smoke. β
"Oh. Qin Fan lowered his head, reached out and grabbed his short hair that was blown by the wind, and muttered, "Forget." β
"You smoke less. Song Qingming reminded.
Qin Fan was amused at him, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, "It's that kind of rhetoric that is not good for your health again?"
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His eyes flashed, and Song Qingming was silent.
After a while, he asked in vain: "Didn't you say that you would identify her for the rest of your life?"
The cigarette case was thrown back into his pocket, Qin Fan took out a lighter, played with it, and as soon as the flame flickered, it was blown out by the wind, and over and over again, he was addicted to playing.
He pursed his lips, dragged a lazy tone, and replied casually: "I'm tired." β
Song Qingming frowned slightly, "I've been chasing for two years, and I haven't gotten tired of it." β
Tilting his head sideways, Qin Fan looked cynical, "You haven't chased after him, what do you know?"
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Song Qingming didn't speak, nor did he scold him.
With a "click" sound, the lighter burst into flames again, this time for two seconds, and was once again blown out by the wind.
The flame flickered as if it had never existed.
Qin Fan was a little disappointed, put the lighter back in his pocket, turned his head to look at Song Qingming, and said unhurriedly: "I was used to being good to her, but suddenly one day, I found that habit is not like." Got it?"
Song Qingming pondered for a moment and said, "I don't understand." β
"Forget it. β
Qin Fan waved his hand.
He left the lamp and stood up straight, the light above his head casting his shadow at his feet, a small shadow, but it was deep and dark.
He walked forward, without Song Qingming's support, his steps were a little unsteady, but every step, he tried his best to walk steadily and uprightly.
Standing still, Song Qingming stared at his back for a few seconds before raising his legs forward and following him.
The two disappeared around the corner, one after the other.
The top of the slope.
The wind whistled through the hall, like a knife blade, ruthlessly exploiting the body temperature, and the cold invaded the body little by little, stirring so that the bones were full of pain.
Chu Luo let out a breath, turned into white mist in the cold wind, and dissipated in the cold night sky.
Stiff and tingling cold.
"Is the answer counted?"
Suddenly, Si Sheng's voice came from behind.
The short hair was blown to the back of her head, Chu Luo lowered her head, looking at the sweater, denim and slippers on her body, she was slightly shivered by the cold.
"Count. β
Gently a word and spit it out of your mouth.
Dead.
She wanted an explanation, as long as it made sense.
And now, the reason that "habit is not like" is clearly both reasonable and reasonable enough to convince her.
Si Sheng took a few steps forward and handed her the puffer jacket.
"Thank you. β
took the coat and put it on Chu Luo's body.
Zip up, button up your shirt, and wear a long down jacket to keep the cold out, and the cold tingling sensation slowly dissipates.
Putting his hands in his pockets, Chu Luo squinted slightly, raised his eyes to look straight ahead, and said softly, "I want to walk alone." β
didn't persuade, didn't stay, Si Sheng just said: "Don't get lost." β
"Hmm. β
Chu Luo responded, lowered his head slightly, buttoned the hat of the down jacket to his head, and then walked all the way forward.
Gentle descent.
Standing still, Si Sheng's eyes followed Chu Luo, and saw the straight road ahead, steep and curved, glimpsing the direction of progress for a short time, but further on, he turned into a bend and was blocked by the surrounding buildings.
The strength of the wine came up, his head was dizzy, Si Sheng dragged his cold and tired body, turned around and walked back, but as soon as he took a step, his feet were a little weak, and he barely froze.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm.
At the same time, a voice fell, "Drinking here?"
It's Ling Xize who is late for dinner.
Glancing at him, Si Sheng's figure flickered, and he said it squarely: "Take a walk." β
"Walking in slippers?" Ling Xize looked down at her delicate ankles exposed in the cold air, his brows tightened, and his voice was slightly cool, "The interest is good." β
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There was a lot of sarcasm in his words, and Si Sheng didn't want to take his words.
She shook off Ling Xize's hand and continued to walk forward with her slippers.
It's just that as soon as he took a step, he was dragged by Ling Xize again.
He leaned over, "I'll carry you." β
Si Sheng glared at him arrogantly, "I can carry your back?"
Ling Xize smiled, his tone was slow and methodical, as if provocative and threatening, "If you don't have to carry me, I can watch you sleep in the ditch for a day, and take videos and post them on the Internet, believe it or not?"
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You're so drunk that you slept in a ditch for a day!
It's like the real thing......
His mind was a little confused, Si Sheng thought about how to get back on the field, but he didn't expect a good idea, Ling Xize had already half-squatted in front of her, urging: "Hurry up." β
"Oh. β
The result that he didn't think about was that Si Sheng replied with a word, and he really lay on Ling Xize's back.
Ling Xize got up, and the weight of the person behind him was pressed down, but it made him feel as light as a feather - she was more than 1.7 meters, but her weight was frighteningly light.
The brain was dizzy, Si Sheng stretched out his hand forward, the void wrapped around his neck, and his head was buried in his neck socket, because of drunkenness, the temperature was a little high.
There was a cold wind outside, but the neck socket was hot, one cold and one hot, which made Ling Xize a little absent-minded.
Ling Xize looked for the topic, "How much did you drink?"
"I don't know. β
Patronizing and watching them drink, Si Sheng had the mentality of purely drinking and playing, and ended up drinking a lot.
"I know that the amount of two taels is not proportionate. Ling Xize said.
"What do you have to do in life. β
Si Sheng's voice was tired, obviously sleepy, and retorting Ling Xize was just a knee-jerk reaction.
Ling Xize didn't bother her anymore.
Suddenly, Si Sheng raised his head, withdrew a hand, stroked Ling Xize's broken hair, and called him: "Ling Xize." β
"Huh?"
"My feet are cold. β
As soon as she finished speaking, she shook her foot, and the slipper on her left foot flew straight out.
With a "snap", it landed on the road ahead.
Stopping, Ling Xize took a deep breath, suppressed the anger, and turned his head to look at her, "Now you know it's cold?"
Tilting his head and thinking about it, Si Sheng shook his head, "That's not it, it's been quite cold." β
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I can't hear his sarcasm, and now he is drunk, and he looks really drunk.
Sweeping his gaze around, Ling Xize walked to the side of the telephone pole, and then bent down to put Si Sheng down.
He advised: "Lean against the telephone pole, don't fall." β
Si Sheng muttered, "I'm not stupid." β
Hearing this, Ling Xize believed it for the time being, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw that her foot that was not wearing slippers was directly on the ground, he was extremely depressed, and quickly grabbed her ankle and reminded: "Don't put your feet on the ground!"
Si Sheng, who was leaning on the telephone pole, lifted his feet up with the force he pushed up.
With her eyelids drooping, she looked at Ling Xize and said, "What a fuss." β
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If he wants to deal with drunkards, then he is a fool!
After brainwashing himself like this, Ling Xize calmed down and got up to pick up slippers for Si Zuzong.
After picking it up, seeing that Si Sheng was still in a posture, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down in front of Si Sheng again, gently held her cold ankles, and put on her shoes first.
Afterwards, Ling Xize took out the hand warmer he had prepared, skillfully tore open the package, and stuck it on Si Sheng's ankle.
Left and right feet, did not let go.
After pasting it, Ling Xize raised his head and asked, "Is it still cold?"
"Hmm," Si Sheng thought about it, felt it, and then said, "It's better." β
"That's fine. β
After being busy for a while, Ling Xize finally got up.
At this timeβ
Si Sheng suddenly reached out, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him forward.
For a moment, he leaned forward and put his hand against the telephone pole behind Si Sheng, so that he narrowly stabilized and did not fall on her.
"Why-"
Ling Xize looked down at her with a headache.
However, it was interrupted.
Si Sheng tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes, looked at him carefully, and asked word by word: "Ling Xize, are you going to our Great Northwest to be the lady of the village?"
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The sudden and energetic inquiry made Ling Xize unable to react for a while.
Pressing the village...... Madam?
It's really a thief who makes her a bandit.
After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Ling Xize didn't speak, Si Sheng added: "With me covered, you can walk sideways." β
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