Zhuo Ziyuan, who made up his mind, immediately took action, and lived back to Shuxiang Mansion on the weekend, Xu Xuehua has not come back from a business trip, this business trip is a bit long, Li Xinyuan has not come back, her military training will not end until Monday, and she will have classes at school after the end, and she will not come back to live until next Friday.

Zhuo Ziyuan, who was alone, felt that he had nothing to do, he began to write, but he felt that his thoughts were not smooth while writing, he stopped writing, this efficiency was too low, he went to the sun room to box, sweated, took a bath, and burned two dishes for lunch, and when eating, he suddenly saw the wine that Xu Xuehua put in the wine cabinet.

Zhuo Ziyuan thought in his heart, if he didn't drink a little wine, maybe he could make his writing inspiration emerge and his thinking clear, many people have some personal habits when they work, just like someone needs to smoke a cigarette, someone needs to make a cup of coffee and put it aside, smell the fragrance of coffee, and some people need to light incense, but he doesn't seem to have a little habit, Zhuo Ziyuan feels that this is not good.

He found an excuse for himself to drink, creation needs inspiration, inspiration needs a sense of ritual to stimulate, and a drink is a ritual that he can use to comfort himself.

Now that I have found an excuse, there is nothing to hesitate about, I used to not drink because I was afraid of spitting out the truth and saying something that should not be said after drinking, but now there is no one at home, so what if I get drunk.

Needless to say, Zhuo Ziyuan immediately opened a bottle of wine that he didn't know, and learned from the movie, pouring about one-fifth of the wine glass into the red wine glass, and then shaking the glass to see if it was hanging on the wall, as for whether it was better to hang on the wall or not, Zhuo Ziyuan didn't care at all, and then smelled the fragrance again, as for what the fragrance was, he couldn't smell it, the sense of ceremony, didn't he have to do something like it.

took a sip gently, let the wine roll in his mouth a few times, smooth, good mouth, no astringency, good wine, Zhuo Ziyuan took another sip, he wanted to experience the feeling of a rich man tasting wine, he is a rich man, and he also has to taste wine, but unfortunately, he also tasted a few sips, but it was not enjoyable, Zhuo Ziyuan followed his inner voice and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Cool, but this alcohol content seems to be quite low, I don't feel it at all, this is not good, continue to pour it.

It's about a fifth of a cup, and I don't taste it anymore, and I still don't feel anything when I drink it all.

When it was full, he drank half of it in a big gulp, then looked at the dishes on the table, which he couldn't waste, and took several bites of the dishes, and then drank the other half in a big gulp.

Still no, the inspiration didn't come to me, and it continued, another full glass, another two sips to drink, and another few bites of food.

It's still useless, continue, Zhuo Ziyuan held the wine and poured the wine, only to pour the bottom of a glass, the wine is gone, this is not good, he is not enjoying it yet.

Zhuo Ziyuan stood up, went to the wine cabinet and took a bottle of wine, opened it, poured it full, and it was dry in one sip, cool, this is what a man should do, he should toast when he drinks, no, toast is not good, he has to blow on the bottle, yes, blow.

Zhuo Ziyuan stood up, shaking a little, well, is this drunk, how do you feel that your head is still very sober, and you still haven't drunk most of the bottle, you can't waste it.

Zhuo Ziyuan thought of Xu Xuehua's appearance of drinking before, that is how free and easy, he took the wine bottle and walked upstairs, when passing by the corridor on the second floor, he took the lazy chair, walked out of the glass room, walked onto the balcony, looked at the scenery in front of him, Zhuo Ziyuan felt more sober, and took another sip of the wine bottle.

Wine, it's really a good thing, it's delicious, put down the lazy chair, Zhuo Ziyuan sat down, enjoyed the cool wind on the roof of the building, and enjoyed the hot sun overhead, it was really hot at noon.

But what does it matter, ultraviolet rays can kill viruses, can help calcium absorption, and more sun exposure is beneficial.

In this way, Zhuo Ziyuan stayed on the rooftop, sat on the chair, and drank a small wine from time to time, this wine was drunk against the bottle, but he drank it even more, and he didn't know how long, Zhuo Ziyuan realized that he was bored, just drinking, he was bored, and he had to do something.

What to do, boxing, no, how can there be a drunk boxing, really play a drunken boxing, painting, but you can eh, a wine bottle in one hand, a paintbrush in the other, interesting, playing the piano, it seems to be very meaningful, aren't they all like this in those martial arts novels, drunk to look at the sword, drink a few sips of wine, in order to play a more charming rhythm, or let's try it today, guitar, it's not bad, and by the way, you can sing a song.

It's a little annoying, there are a lot of things that can be done, Zhuo Ziyuan put down the wine bottle, ran downstairs upside down, came to the piano room, played the piano a little annoying, took the piano and had to take the piano stand, to run two trips without doing it, guitar playing and singing, it's okay, but both hands are used, you have to stop when drinking, it's not chic enough, forget it, let's still paint, I haven't painted for a long time.

took the drawing board, took a few pens, and a stack of drawing paper, Zhuo Ziyuan staggered upstairs again.

Everything is ready, Zhuo Ziyuan began to paint, what is good to draw, well, just draw this sun, Zhuo Ziyuan began to paint, and soon a sun was drawn, what a big ball.

After taking a sip of wine, I put on a new piece of drawing paper, and then I drew something, or I painted a portrait, which is what I am best at.

Take a sip of wine, draw a picture, and when her daughter was beaten by herself, she cried a lot. For another one, when the little girl's parents passed away, when she saw herself in the hospital, she looked heartbreaking. Change it again, Xu Xuehua was drunk that day, hugging himself and crying.

The wine is gone, no, the painting is not finished, Zhuo Ziyuan went downstairs and opened a bottle again, and continued to paint.

Another one, a person lying on the ground in a large font, looking at the starry sky, but did he shed tears? It shouldn't be? No matter, I didn't add two tears to him.

I changed it again, Zhuo Ziyuan didn't know what to draw, forget it, just draw it, just read a book quietly.

Okay, enough paintings, Zhuo Ziyuan has to look at the paintings he painted one by one, and always feels that something is missing, something is missing, take a sip of wine, and think about it again.

Goo Dong took a sip, accidentally choked, red wine spilled on the drawing paper, Zhuo Ziyuan hurriedly wanted to wipe it, but when he looked at it, yes, it was a little interesting, I used to watch others paint ink paintings, watercolor paintings, so I directly sprayed ink and dye on the wall casually on the painting paper, and I came here once today, no ink, it doesn't matter, just have wine.

Zhuo Ziyuan took out the first sun, took a sip of wine, and sprayed it directly, a large red wine mark fell on it, a little ugly, this is not good, this spraying method is not good, is this equivalent to spitting directly on it, in another way, spray it in the air, let the wine disperse in the air, and drip on the painting paper at will, yes, just do it.

After taking a sip of wine, it felt a little much, Zhuo Ziyuan swallowed a part, and then put a painting on the ground, a little farther away, facing the air, squirted out the wine in his mouth, and the wine fell on the painting paper sparsely, Zhuo Ziyuan took it out and looked at it, yes, it seems that there is a trace of artistic conception, and continue to dry.

This time, Zhuo Ziyuan directly put all the remaining four pieces of paper on the ground, he wanted to learn from the classic pictures in the Xingye movie, the kind of scene where a mouthful of old blood spurts out two meters and sprays for five seconds, which has a sense of meaning.

After taking a big sip of wine, Zhuo Ziyuan brewed a little, raised his head, looked up diagonally to the sky, and slowly squeezed the wine out of his mouth, but unfortunately, he didn't squirt out two meters, nor did he hold on for five seconds, at most two seconds, he shook his head twice, and a lot of wine fell on his body.

Zhuo Ziyuan looked at the red wine marks on his body, grinned with bared teeth, and then simply took off his shirt and threw it aside, and then stepped forward to pick up the drawing paper one by one, although it was not sprayed far enough, but each piece of paper was stained with a lot of red wine juice, yes, the effect was there anyway.

I can also be regarded as a master act, performance art, Zhuo Ziyuan thought with satisfaction, picked up the wine bottle on the side, and drank it.

Zhuo Ziyuan drank the wine one by one, drinking and drinking, he felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy, his eyes were getting more and more flowery, the scenery around him seemed to be invisible, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, this feeling seemed to have a similar experience not long ago, well, I was going to sleep, I slept outside last time, I was sick, and I can't sleep outside this time.

Zhuo Ziyuan stood up slowly, shook violently, and then, walked into the room with empty steps, touched the door frame here, hit the sandbag there, and then the doorknob, a little painful, finally, a big bed appeared in front of him, Zhuo Ziyuan fell up without any thinking ability, and in a few seconds, the snoring sound came up.

Zhuo Ziyuan felt as if his soul had left his body, floating around, not knowing where he wanted to drift to.

After a while, they floated to a mourning hall, where there were two coffins and two photos, and two adults and a little doll kneeling under the hall, their faces full of sadness.

After a while, it floated to a road, and the scene that was supposed to be a car coming and going was gone, only a car with the front cover hit a little deformed parked in the middle of the road, and there was a person lying on the road not far away, covered in blood, Zhuo Ziyuan wanted to see who it was, but he couldn't get by.

After a while, they drifted to a hospital room, where a little girl stood by the bed, crying, and on the bed lay a person covered in gauze, whose face could not be seen clearly, only one eye was exposed. The scenery in front of her changed, it was still a ward, a little girl was lying on the hospital bed and fell asleep, but tears were all over her face, and the pillow under her head was also wet, Zhuo Ziyuan wanted to help her wipe her tears, but she couldn't wipe them off.

Zhuo Ziyuan began to drift away from this little girl, he was a little anxious, but the more anxious, the faster he left, he saw the hospital, saw the traffic, saw the whole city, slowly, he saw a beautiful planet and the countless shining stars around it, I don't know how long it took, the planet is gone, the stars are gone, the light is gone, all that is left is darkness, in the dark, there is no time, no space, he feels so lonely, so lonely, a small drop of water appeared from the corner of his eye.

The vicissitudes of life are fleeting.