Looking into the distance, still endless, Shangguan Qiu felt so tired: "We have to rest for the night in the inn in the wilderness tonight." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Yes." Duanmu Jin nodded slowly.

Shangguan Qiu felt that following Duan Wangye's side was deeply forcing me to #The best Yahuan in history#! You can go up to the hall, you can go down to the kitchen, you can drive a carriage, you can climb the wall, you can fight the junior, you can beat the **, and you can raise Duanmu Jin well!

It's really full of absurd words, a piece of bitter tears!

"Drink with me." Duanmu Jin said softly, Chunshan Jue fell and opened, and with two hands, each took away the oversized wine jar.

Shangguan Qiu was stunned: "Okay! ”

"Well, shall we drink under the cherry blossom trees?" Shangguan Qiu pointed to the cherry blossom tree that the two of them had just passed by.

Duanmu Jin smiled and pointed to the poplar in front of him.

On that day, there was a wind, and there was a little coolness in the wind, not a burning cold, and the half-red and half-dark sunlight passed through the poplar that lived for a thousand years and did not die for a thousand years, did not fall down after a thousand years of death, and did not rot for a thousand years, and was green and evergreen all year round.

A man and a woman, two people who were on the run, each holding two large bowls of lake blue drinking, the edge of the wine bowl was still missing because it was from the inn.

The two were silent, unhurried, and simply drinking.

The scent of cherry blossoms in the distance was blown by the wind, raising a sea of flowers that surrounded the two of them like a wall.

Duanmu Jin gulped down a lot of wine, Shangguan Qiu pecked twice, and then began to sleep little by little.

Wake up, well, still drinking; When I woke up again, I was still drinking; Wake up again, wow, big brother, although you are very handsome, but your enlarged version of your handsome face is still startled in front of you for no reason.

Shangguan Qiu frowned, raised his right hand and shook it in front of Duanmu Jin: "Duanmu Jin, Duanmu Jin. Woke up, still. Half in the bag? ”

Duanmu Jin grabbed Shangguan Qiu's slender wrist, took it to his nose and sniffed it, and then smiled silly: "It's so fragrant!" ”

This is considered sex and harassment in the workplace.

What is there to worry about with a drunk, Shangguan Qiu wants to pull his hand back.

Duanmu Jin's strength is too big, Shangguan Qiu failed to pull out his wrist, and contributed his stomach, Duanmu Jin leaned his head on her stomach.

He also muttered in his mouth: "It's so comfortable." ”

Shangguan Qiu was speechless and rolled his eyes: "Hey, hey, hey!" ”

Is this the rhythm of sleeping to death?

Big brother, don't do that, okay?

I don't want to sleep here at night, let's go back to the guest room, and I'll lend you my stomach, okay?

"I hate that!" It turned out that Duanmu Jin hadn't slept to death.

Shangguan Qiu looked down at the beautiful child: "This is a mess, is the old lady going to start the rhythm of being a bosom sister?" This is a psychological counselor, give money! ”

"Talking about money hurts feelings." Is this baby really drunk? When it comes to money, you can still be so sober.

Duanmu Jin said, and squeezed Shangguan Qiu's stomach again.

Could this be the legendary gathering of things by like, and people by groups, after a long time, even Duanmu Jin has taken care of money.

Shangguan Qiu didn't start, looking at the shadows of the two people on the ground: "Hatred, like a mountain abyss, is along the line that is gradually entering death; Hatred, like dust, is a vain return, and hatred, like tears, is a broken drop into the heart, broken and scattered. Why are you trapped in this world? ”

Duanmu Jin didn't speak again, only a shallow sigh sounded.

The summer breeze rolls up the cherry blossoms, and the pink flutters like butterflies.

Perhaps, I really don't understand. Shangguan Qiu pulled the broken hair in front of Duanmu Jin's forehead, many things are too old to be old,

Like furniture, porcelain, and books, it is yellow, yellow, black and black, and there is a feeling that it cannot be washed.

As far as Shangguan Autumn is concerned, then let it go, after all, the flowers are falling.

But for Duanmu Jin, it is a scar engraved on the soul that will never heal, year after year, day after day, the wound is getting bigger and bigger.