Yimeng and Jingyuan returned to Wenhe Li Metropolis, it was already nine o'clock, and most of the guests had gone, but the karaoke hall was lively, but it also soon came to an end, and it closed regularly at ten o'clock.

Yiqing in the office was very conscientious, looking at the karaoke room in the hall on the first floor on the computer, and a group of young men and women hooking their shoulders, walking out of their minds, because they had drunk beer and needed to support each other.

The buddies were also tired, sang for a day, and then went backstage to rest for a while and left. The pianist, the zither player, also stroked the last note. Announce the end of the day's entertainment. At this time, ten o'clock sharp.

The waitresses cleaned for half an hour, went home to rest in the city, and went to the restaurant to get a supper in the third-floor staff dormitory far away from their hometowns.

"Sister Meng, I'll go home, you speak first." Yiqing said to Yimeng Jingyuan.

"Yiqing, call home, go home at one o'clock in the evening, and have a drink with my sister." Yimeng said, she looked at Yiqing's innocent and childish face.

"Let Sister Jingyuan accompany you!" Yiqing said casually, very naturally.

"Don't give my sister face." Ichimeng was a little disappointed, as if he was very disappointed.

"Okay, just accompany my sister to get drunk, sisters, you don't have to call home." Yiqing smiled innocently.

The door was pushed open, and Jing Yuan was in front, leading a waitress in the back, who came in with a large tray with a delicious meal, and the wine was the prince of moss.

"Put it on the coffee table." A dream at the desk got up and left his seat.

Four side dishes, golden cicada as the head. Two big dishes, all stewed. The waitress withdrew.

"Come on, sit down." A dream greets a green.

Yiqing sat down opposite Yimeng, Jingyuan was on the side, three small goblets, and Yiqing poured wine.

"Come on. Sisters, a toast. Yimeng said that she took a look at the faces of Jingyuan and Yiqing.

The three of them drank it at the same time and began to taste it as a golden cicada.

"It's a good dish." Jingyuan said.

"Good taste, when at home. It is often eaten in the summer. Yiqing said with a smile.

"This little thing came out of the dirt in the countryside, and now it's a delicacy." Yimeng said with a smile.

"I went to school in Uemura when I was a kid and it was wild. Every few days after the summer rains, I always have to find out with a few classmates from the same village. After school in the afternoon, I don't go home to mow the grass, but first go to the tree under the green hill of the reclining Buddha and wait, because this little thing climbs out when it is just dark, so I have to wait until the sun goes down. We departed from Kamimura Kaminishi. Along the two banks of the flowing river of the Reclining Buddha Qingshan, touch to the West Village, and then pass through the West Village to the south, both sides of the river are full of locust forests, there are a few on each tree, and the people in our hometown go to touch it, commonly known as 'touch it, you can't turn home.' We were able to touch a large school bag from the north bank of the Shimomura River. Before touching the East Village, the schoolbag could not fit. "One green poured wine for the two of them.

"Then your mouth is the best." A dream praised.

"My sister went to the town to study, and my mother loved me the most, and when I got home, my mother always gave me a reward." Yiqing also poured his own wine.

"Reward what?" When I heard the word sister in a dream, I always had to chuckle in my heart, because she was Liu Yihong. But seeing that Yiqing naturally talked about it, he became interested.

"Two brooms, or two slaps." Yiqing said with a smile that it was not bitter, but it was very happy.

Ichimu and Jingyuan both laughed out loud. A natural laugh, a laugh without scruples.

"Come, toast to the little sister's two brooms and two slaps." A dream is done first for purity, and Jingyuan is also clean, and a young man forgets that he is a child, and he also does it for purity.

Of course, it is rare that the story of childhood can give a spiritual greeting.

"I wasn't so lucky, I was sent to an old nun in the mountains to learn art since I was a child, and when it was time to go to school, I went to school while practicing martial arts. Every time I go home, my parents always quarrel, until I go to high school, they want to divorce, I say, you will divorce after I finish high school. The year I graduated from high school, they finally divorced, leaving me with a 100-square-meter building, which was on the side of Xihongyuan. North. "Yimeng said bitterly, pour wine for everyone.

"Me too, about the same, I went to Yuncheng to practice martial arts before I graduated from junior high school." Jingyuan said with a smile.

"Here, for the lucky Yiqing, cheers!" A dream said sourly.

The three of them toasted together, forgetting the love and hatred in the world, right and wrong, and drinking wine and tasting food.

"I'll give you a glass." Yimeng said, his face was crimson, and he wanted to drink.

"You are a sister, I should respect you." Yiqing has a red face, and the eyes of the lake are flowing.

"Sister doesn't respect you in vain, I salute you and sing a song." Yimeng's eyes looked at Yiqing, raised his glass and said, "!" ”

"." Yiqing was helpless, so he had to drink: "Sister, I can't sing, I'll recite poems!" ”

"Okay." Jingyuan is in a big basin, picking vegetables with chopsticks and sending them in his mouth.

"Well, I had to agree, someone interceded." Yimeng has a little bit of alcohol, and it seems that he can't drink it. Not a lot of alcohol.

"Spring water/It's been another year/It's still blowing slightly/Can you create another shadow/Spring water gently thanked me and said/My friend/I've never left one/" A sweet and childish voice said, "It's over." ”

"Four o'clock passes slowly/Flowers whisper to each other/We're all just weak/Sweet dreams/Take turns to do it/Take turns to drink/God arranges it this way!" Jingyuan took it and recited.

"Bingxin, a great writer, I didn't understand the true meaning of her poems when I was in school, but now I do." Yimeng picked up the wine glass, touched it with Jingyuan, and drank it all.

"You're lucky to be sour. Other? depressed, the heart is too sad. "Jingyuan is not like a primary school culture.

"Sing of motherhood, of love, of virginity, of nature." Yimeng took off his coat and only wore the inner little sequoia, perhaps because of the effect of wine, and danced a belly dance in the room, with sincere feelings, smiling, and free.

Yiqing brought her a glass of wine, she stopped dancing, and took it with both hands. Spin around the big room, walk the steps, walk the drunken steps of the concubine.

Yiqing brought another glass of wine and gave it to her, but she still took it and drank it all.

"Sing a song!" Jingyuan said with a smile.

"Alright! / Falling on a rainy night/Yellow and white flowers/Flowers with rain make me think of her/Just like her in tears/Why do you always hang your head/Silently don't say a word/See her crying, see her don't speak/It really makes my heart worry/.... "One dream sings, one dream sings "Little Flower of Tears". Tears flowed from his eyes to his cheeks, from his cheeks to his lips, and his teeth were white.

"Under the bright moon at night/There are a few smiling flowers/Smiling flowers remind me of her/Her smile is like Caixia/As long as she laughs, I am always concerned/Deep smile is like a flower/See her smile, see her don't speak/...." A song and a tear, a sentence and a tear, a word and a tear, a dream of tears, and a little flower of tears.

She danced, performed, like a character into the lyrics, dissolved into the sea of love..., perhaps, she remembered the loss of maternal love in childhood, the lack of father's love in growing up, and drifted to the side of the Liu family in school, Wang Xin's death made her bitter, remembered the person who loved her, the person she loved, escorted to the execution ground, and her brain flew into the sky..., what is she a person, she took the wrong boat on the wrong waterway, and always worried about the shore in her heart,...。

Yiqing poured another glass of wine and brought it to Yimeng, Yimeng took it, took Yiqing's hand in one hand, drank half a cup by himself, and handed the remaining half a cup to Yiqing.

"Sister's half a cup, drink it. My sister has something to say to you. "A dream and Yue said.

Yiqing drank it and said; "Sister, are you drunk?"

"My sister is not drunk." Yimeng said with a smile: "If one day, my sister goes to travel, this museum will be entrusted to you, and when my sister comes back from traveling, you will reward my sister with a bowl of rice." ”

"You will always be the boss of this hall, no matter where you go, even if you walk around the earth and come back, you are still Yiqing's sister." Although Yiqing was moved, she still had a bright heart, she knew what she meant by the trip, but she still shed tears, a little goose egg-shaped face, crimson and delicate.

"Come on, have a drink!" Yimeng sat back in place: "Sister Jingyuan, you have been here for just a few months, and you have become my sister's henchman, if I go to travel, maybe a year and a half, maybe ten years or eight years, but I must go, you come to support Yiqing, she doesn't understand many things, there are many whirlpools in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Don't worry, sister, we will meet from time to time, I will drink a glass of myself, good wine and affection." Jingyuannu smiled weirdly, weirdly righteous.

"Sisters, do it together. A dream said.

Suddenly, the lights went out and the power stopped, but I saw the moon rising outside the window, weaving a network of silver light from the day and falling on the river below. The river was surging, cutting Yue'er's net to pieces.

The electricity came again, the lights came on again, and the three of them drank again.

To be continued. (To be continued......)