Xiao Er introduced her to the names of a circle of wine and dishes, but she didn't listen to any of them, picked up the wine that Xiao Er poured for her, and drank it with her head up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Er was dumbfounded, as if he had never seen such a bold girl drinking, and he was a little unfavorable when he spoke, "You, you use it slowly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to slip away.

She put down the cup in a dejected manner, and the fragrance of osmanthus filled her lips and teeth.

It turned out that the wine that Xiao Er gave her was osmanthus brewing.

The most hated osmanthus.

She didn't hate this fragrance originally, but one time six years ago, his woman slapped her face with an ear scraper, and he asked Yue'er to give her an osmanthus-scented plaster, but she refused to ask for it, making excuses that she didn't like osmanthus-scented things.

So in the end, this lie really turned out to be true, just because that person always indulged her preferences.

Thinking about it carefully, since then, several old osmanthus trees in Jiangfu have been cut down, and she has never smelled the fragrance of osmanthus in Jiangfu again.

She remembered that after not seeing her for four years, when the man gave her medicine, he still remembered to coax her: "It's not the scent of osmanthus." ”

He has taken her habit of playing tricks to heart for so many years, and he has never forgotten it.

She was originally so carefully held in the palm of her hand to care, but now everything is gone.

She eats in the restaurant, and Xiao Er will serve her the well-selling osmanthus stuff, because no one knows her preferences except for that person.

She lifted the wine jug and shook it, wanting to ask Xiao Er to change the jug, but the words suddenly swallowed again, and a sense of grievance and sourness came to her heart.

Zheng Hanyu. You are so hypocritical, you don't hate the fragrance of osmanthus in the first place, no one cares what smell you hate anymore, who else do you pretend to see?

No one knows what you like, just that heavy either?

Isn't it the smell of osmanthus? Isn't it the osmanthus stuff? I'm going to conquer it. I'm going to quit this hypocritical abomination of myself completely!

She grabbed the flask and poured it into the glass, glass after glass, and drank it in a disorderly and incredibly fast manner, and the wine that she had not had time to swallow flowed out of the corners of her mouth. Gradually, my whole face became wet, and I don't know if it was wine or tears.

Although the wine was not very strong at this time, I gradually still felt dizzy and hot.

By the time she felt the change, her stomach was full of drinks. I can't hold anything, and the fragrance of osmanthus is still overwhelming between my lips and teeth.

She forgot where she was, forgot what time she was, stopped in a daze, and looked at the table of untouched wine and food on the table, motionless.

"I know, whenever the scent of osmanthus fills the tip of my nose, I know that you are far away from me. Because if you were there, you would never let me smell such a disgusting smell. ”

"Kuo, I'm doing well. What about you? Do you remember me? Have you been reincarnated in some strange time and space, looking forward to meeting a woman you love?"

"Will you meet another girl by the water, will you carry her gently and dotingly through every corner in the snow?"

……

"Have you forgotten me? But I can't forget you. ”

"I know, you're taking revenge on me, making me remember you forever, but I'll never see you again......"

A jumble of thoughts came to her mind, and she sat still. Let the tears continue to fall.

It must have been drinking too much wine and too much water in my stomach. So we need to run out a little bit like this.

That's right, she smiled comfortingly at herself. Shaking the flask, he poured it into the glass again.

"Yo, girl, where do you drink alone?"

A large, warm hand suddenly covered her hand holding the jug.

She looked up, and a smiling, oily face burst into her sight.

The man was now sitting across from her, looking at her with a lewd smile on his face, and as he spoke, he thoughtstruck and slid his large, frivolous hand suggestively over her hand.

"Girl, why are you drinking here alone?"

She stared blankly at the disgusting hand, the contents of her stomach tumbling upwards and unable to utter a word.

Seeing that she didn't react, the man became more and more bold, and put his other hand on her chin.

"Little lady, you are walking around the street alone, and you come to the restaurant to drink, and you are in tears, and you look very distressed. What's the matter, isn't it abandoned by the negative man? It's okay, master, I will hurt people the most, why don't you just follow me, master, I will love you well......"

At the end of the words, he moved his body full of fat to the chair next to her, and leaned over.

He touched her chin twice and turned her face around, "How's it going, little lady?"

The nausea in her heart came up in bursts, and she tried her best to keep herself from throwing up.

A voice in her head was telling her to do it, push him away, teach him a lesson.

Her hands trembled, and all the strength of her body gathered on the hand that was covered by him, and with a slight flip, this person might be splattered with blood on the spot, and he would not talk to her in such a disgusting voice, and he would not look at her with such prodigal eyes.

But another picture quickly floated in my mind, in which the man was like a fallen leaf that had lost its support, and flew back quickly under her blow, slammed into the cliff wall, and then rolled down with a gurgling, covered in blood and lifeless.

It was the first time she had seen him look so vulnerable and helpless.

Her vision was already blurred, she drank too much wine, and the lewd smiling face in front of her suddenly became the face in her memory.

The strength in his hand was suddenly gone.

She looked at the face in front of her with tears streaming down her eyes and shook her head again and again.

Hanyu, you can't do it, you shouldn't kill him, you shouldn't do it, you'll regret it.

Seeing that she had no sign of resistance, the man smiled, called "beauty" with a lewd smile, and leaned his mouth over.

At that moment, something suddenly flew over at a rapid pace.

Before she could see what it was, the man's movements suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and the lewd smile on his face didn't have time to be put away, and he fell heavily on the table with a "pop".

She couldn't understand for a moment. He looked coldly at the scene before him, and then saw two streams of blood spurting from the man's temple.

There was a bloody chopstick stuck in the table, apparently piercing his temple.

"Ah!!h

"Dead! dead!"

……

The screams from the small building started, and the diners rushed downstairs, and there was no one in an instant.

She was stunned and walked around the small building. Not a single one.

"Song Kai!" she shouted.

No one promised her.

"Yue'er!" she shouted again.

Still no one responded to her.

She swept around the empty building, re-lifted the flask and poured it down, giggling as she drank, hiccuping as she laughed.

"Don't hide, I know it's you...... Gurg...... Although I said that you are not allowed to follow me...... Well, but since you're here, I'm going to have a drink...... Gurg...... It's Tanabata...... Gurg...... It's a good day...... Should there be a few drinks...... Boom......"

That's it. She raised her hand and pressed it to her chest sadly, muttering to herself in pain: "What's wrong with me, why do I keep hiccups?"

There was no answer in the air.

She had drunk too much wine, and by this time she was already delirious, and suddenly she began to cry. While crying and pouring wine, "My mother said that you should drink more water when you burp and drink more water......"

"This cup is too small...... Boom......"

She brushed the glass aside, simply poured the wine from the jug directly into the bowl, and drank it bowl by bowl.

Some people say that the only way to solve worries is Du Kang.

But some people say that raising a glass to eliminate sorrow is even more sorrowful.

Who should she trust?

She finally took the bowl full of wine. Lying on the table and falling asleep, the wine bowl rolled down on the table, and the wine inside was spilled on the floor.

When I woke up again, I was in a suburban compound. Guarding her father and mother beside the bed, Yue'er, Song Kai, and several nurses, even Taotao was crowded around Yue'er, looking at her with a worried face.

The mother frowned and counted her down, "Yu'er." How can you drink so much wine!Yu'er, why are you disobedient?"

Drink a lot?

She hammered her sore head in agony.

Can't remember.

Yue'er and Song Kai didn't speak. There was something strange about the look.

She rubbed her temples and suddenly remembered something. Sit up from the bed.

"Like a dead man......" she said thoughtlessly.

"No, you're mistaken. Yue'er said.

"Misremember?"

She looked up at her suspiciously, "But I remember ......"

"What did you dream about?" asked Yue'er, puzzled.

"I dreamed, I dreamed ......"

She dreamed that someone had been killed in front of him, and that someone had picked her up...... That embrace is familiar, familiar.

But this consciousness is like a dream, ethereal, and I can't grasp it.

She looked up at the two of them again and said, "I went to Xiaolou to drink, have you been following me?"

"I've been following you. Song Kai said, "You fell asleep while drinking and drinking, and I brought you back." ”

"Really?"

She rubbed her head, thought for a long time, and finally gave up the inexplicable consciousness in her mind and asked, "Did you pay for the wine for me?"

"Paid. Song Kai replied.

Luckily, there were no dead people.

It seems that she was mistaken.

She nodded, frowning and getting up from the bed.

The mother held her down, "It's all four watches, what are you doing when you get up?"

"I'm going back," she said, "back in the back." ”

Daddy said angrily, "What are you going to do when you go back?" It's dark in the back, and there's no one, it's here, don't live in the back in the future." ”

She didn't speak, but looked up at her mother, a pleading look on her face.

The mother was looked at by her, lowered her head to wipe her tears, and pushed her father again, and the father understood what the mother meant, turned his back to her, and stopped talking.

She put on her shoes and socks and went out.

The small courtyard is built on the mountain, and the so-called "back" refers to the mountain behind the small courtyard.

The three departments take this as their base camp, and the idle land and mountains and forests are enclosed in it, and the business transactions on weekdays are in the front yard, and the samurai practice martial arts and lessons are generally in the middle courtyard, and the backyard is actually just an empty mountain forest, which is a forbidden place for ordinary people.

There's a hut inside, and that's exactly where she is.

Since two years ago, she has become autistic and silent, dislikes contact with many people, resists the conscious approach of others, and is willing to live in isolation. (To be continued)...