"I said, brother, why are you so able to drink today. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" The fat man Jiang accompanied Su Zifang to drink, his face turned red, he staggered and pointed at Su Zifang, and hiccups from time to time, "I said Brother Su, you are drunk like this, hiccup, Brother Su, how can you return home." ”

Su Zifang seemed to be soaked in a wine jar, and the whole person exuded a burst of wine smell, and he and Jiang Tao, two people who were drunk and couldn't walk steadily, wandered aimlessly on Qian Laifeng behind the Changhong Sword Sect shopping street. Su Zifang's robe was originally a bit big, and the robe that he had rolled up after he got drunk was now like a square cloth around Su Zifang's body.

"Brother brother brother... Brother, you... Listen to my poem... What do you think. Su Zifang untied the cloth belt around his waist like a monkey, waved the scroll letter and wine bottle in his hand and waved it around like a crab.

"Fight, fight, fight... Sword Kyushu Eight Desolations,

Thinking of it... Murderous like hemp.

Under the moon, the green silk is like this.. draw

One by one... Kiss the white head of the soldier. Su Zifang kept slamming the letter in his hand on the trunk of the tree next to him, "Jiang Fatzi, how do you say that I wrote this poem?" ”

"You, you, you, you have a few bottles of ink in your stomach, you talk, you you say, you can find confidence in me, Lao Jiang, if I learned words back then, I will tell you, I must be a who, what is that." Jiang Tao gently patted the big stone in front of him, and said without opening his eyes.

Su Zifang, who was unconscious, heard Jiang Tao calling him, and immediately raised his head tenaciously, and he looked at the scene of Jiang Tao talking to a stone, and suddenly couldn't straighten up with joy. He was lying on the grass behind him, he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time, since he came to Changhong, he hadn't been able to close his eyes contentedly for a long time. Today he doesn't want to think about anything, it has nothing to do with Fengyue, it has nothing to do with dreams.

From the beginning to the present, Su Zifang really felt like he was chasing a Pegasus that would never look back

No matter how much he runs, he can't catch up

It's like a life that people can't control

A kite in your hand

If the thread is broken, it can't be recovered

He didn't even know how to describe the feeling

Covered in soot and smelling of alcohol

He still has life

But it's like no life

Maybe it happened in this story

But that's before

How terrible it used to be

It's like two stories separated by a dividing line

Sometimes he thinks

It would be nice if Enron could turn around and see

But so what

He's always been in place

But he never dared to appear in Qiao Anran's pupils again

How scared he was to see

Love and poetry in this world

It's nothing more than a habitual show

Play a deal that people are willing to make

Love is love

Not loving is not loving

Tigers don't stay with cats

Everyone is used to trading at an equivalent price

You see, that parrot scholar sings so beautifully

But it's just a parrot

Maybe Su Zifang was really drunk

Maybe it was jealousy that made him speak badly

He didn't get the grapes

It's still sure it's sour

Sour, he wants to give up love and give up life

But he just likes Enron

It's just the loss of Enron

The geese in the song are flying

Fighting each other with ears and sideburns

It's not like a unique number

Snow fell a few times

The story no longer comes naturally

The ending is only left with him and a pile of sad waste paper

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