Song Xiaojing stood aside stupidly as if she was stunned, waiting for everyone to leave, she only reacted slightly from the fierce plot, looking at Song Anle with a sad face, she stepped forward and comforted: "Anle, don't be angry, Brother Cheng and Qing'er are angry, I think they will be fine when they calm down." ”

Song Anle locked his eyebrows deeply, glanced at Song Xiaojing without any expression, and said with a sad brow: "It's all gone." ”

Xu is sorrow was too heavy, Song Anle looked a little cold, and after leaving cold words, she left first, and her heavy thoughts had already weighed her powerless to face it.

After the daytime commotion, the people of the Song Mansion were panicked, and there was no New Year's atmosphere.

It was already dark at night, Song Cheng was in his courtyard, alone with the wine to Mingyue, he sat on the steps of the threshold, holding a jar of wine in his hand, from time to time erected the wine jug, and poured the heartburn liquor into his stomach, and on the ground beside him, there were already a few empty wine jugs, it was obvious that he had drunk bad wine.

The cold wind was blowing head-on, Song Cheng did not have the slightest coldness, but was burned by a fierce fire, as if to engulf his consciousness, this night, he did not expand his thoughts, but completely released himself.

Song Cheng raised his head and poured another sip of wine, looking at the few shining stars dotted in the dark night sky, his eyes were confused, and he couldn't find Didang's love.

As the saying goes, borrowing wine to eliminate sorrow is even more sorrowful, but Song Cheng is no longer just borrowing wine, but using drunkenness to numb his sorrow, but it may be possible not to be paralyzed with sorrow, but in a sober heart, he still can't stop the pain.

On the one hand, he is his own sister, on the other hand, he is the person he likes, the status of the two in his heart, it can be said that there is no difference between the top and bottom, he looks back on what he has done for them, those who do not ask for anything in return, but now they are trampled by their lovers.

Thinking of this, Song Cheng poured another sip of the spirits, the spicy taste, he didn't feel, just a bitterness, which encroached on all his taste, and the feelings that he couldn't vent were stimulated in a burst of broken sounds.

Song Cheng raised his hand and slammed the wine jug in his hand to the ground, and a breaking sound broke the silence of my night, and also frightened Song Xiaojing's footsteps.

Song Xiaojing's figure, under the dim light, her body still trembled obviously, she relieved the panic in her heart, and checked Song Cheng's situation from a distance.

After today's incident, she knew that Song Cheng must be uncomfortable in her heart, so she wanted to take the opportunity to comfort her, but she didn't want to learn that Song Cheng was borrowing wine to kill her sorrows at the gate of the courtyard, so she took advantage of this opportunity to see if she could take advantage of it.

Song Cheng was already a little drunk and unconscious because he had drunk too much, so not only did he not notice that someone appeared, but he even fell to the ground in a daze, muttering indistinct words in his mouth.

"Brother Cheng." Song Xiaojing hurriedly stepped forward and helped Song Cheng who fell to the ground up, but because she was a weak woman and Song Cheng was drunk, she seemed very struggling.

"Brother Cheng, come;" Song Xiaojing tried hard to stabilize Song Cheng's body, "I'll help you into the house." ”

"No, no, I don't want to come into the house, I'm going to drink." Song Cheng was completely unconscious, his staccato and slurred speech, his hands still groping for the wine jug on the ground.

"No, Brother Cheng, you've drunk too much, I'll send you back to rest for a while." Song Xiaojing kicked the wine jugs on the ground far away, and at the same time helped Song Cheng to get up.

Song Xiaojing used all her strength, and it was impossible to pull Song Cheng up from the ground, so she could only say, "Brother Cheng, you get up first, let's go in and drink." ”

Song Cheng was like an obedient child, he stumbled up, Song Xiaojing tried his best to stabilize his body, but Song Cheng's feet slipped, and the two almost fell, but fortunately, the pillar fence on the side blocked them, Song Xiaojing followed the pillar railing, and the action of supporting Song Cheng was also a little better.

"Brother Cheng, come, slow down." Song Xiaojing held the rickety Song Cheng and sent him directly back to the direction of the bedroom.

"I want to drink and drink" Song Cheng didn't have the slightest consciousness, but he was still talking about drinking.

"Alright, alright, alright, let's go inside and drink." Song Xiaojing had no choice but to follow him, wanting to help him into the house.

Song Cheng entered the edge of the bed in the bedroom with the support of his lover, and fell into the bed, because Song Xiaojing was holding his body, so when he poured into the bed, Song Xiaojing was also weakly brought into the bed.

Song Cheng didn't fall asleep, but still muttered 'drink and drink' Song Xiaojing saw Song Cheng tormenting herself like this, and she felt sorry in her heart, she got up and helped Song Cheng gently untie his coat, hoping that he could sleep more comfortably.

Song Xiaojing's hand just touched Song Cheng's clothes, but Song Cheng grabbed her hand, and he muttered again: "Don't go, don't go."

Song Xiaojing was originally a psychology of pity, and she was replaced by a jealousy in an instant, she knew that Song Cheng used alcohol to kill her sorrows, most of which was because of her love, but she didn't expect that even if she was drunk and unconscious, Song Cheng not only did not blame Qing'er, but also remembered her.

The distracting thoughts in Song Xiaojing's thoughts gradually swallowed her thoughts, because of the unwillingness in her heart, she couldn't calm down the fluctuations in her heart for a long time, because after pondering for a long time, she forgot that Song Cheng still gently grabbed her hand and gently put it to her mouth.

Song Xiaojing suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, after all, she was her beloved, what could she blame him, and who could she resent her, in the final analysis, she was useless.

"Brother Cheng, you've drunk too much, I'll pour you a cup of tea." Song Xiaojing got up from the bed with displeasure, but Song Cheng hugged her, and muttered "Don't go, don't go, don't go."

As Song Cheng's voice faded away, he gradually fell asleep, Song Xiaojing could no longer suppress the anger in her heart, she pushed Song Cheng away with all her might, and got up and got out of bed angrily, suddenly her pupils were charming, and then looked back at Song Cheng in a coma.

Even in her sleep, his picturesque sword eyebrows still had a deep melancholy, and his handsome silhouette was as charming as ever, at least it had been ingrained in her heart.

The imbalance in Song Xiaojing's heart deeply troubled her, she gave wholeheartedly, she didn't get anything in return, and she didn't complain, but Qing'er not only didn't have any pay, but she could get Song Cheng's love so much, she was jealous at the same time, and there was also a violent imbalance in her heart.

But in the face of her beloved, all she can do at this time is to wait silently, the evil psychology of jealousy and unbalance, after all, is still no match for deep love, Song Xiaojing looked at Song Cheng in a daze, her face showed a faint sorrow, just for her own self-pity and self-pity.

Before Song Xiaojing got out of bed, from the inside of Song Cheng, pulled the folded futon over and covered Song Cheng's body, Xu didn't sleep at all, Xu felt touched, Song Cheng held Song Xiaojing's hand in a daze, but this time he didn't grab her rudely, but held her gently.

Never felt Song Cheng's tenderness, Song Xiaojing couldn't extricate herself for a while, trapped in his tenderness like spring water, she greedily moved her body to Song Cheng's side, stroking his handsome cheeks, slightly scattered sideburns, Song Cheng's melancholy eyebrows and eyes were also smoothed between her jade fingers.

Song Xiaojing smiled inexplicably, because she was happy for herself, although Song Cheng's heart was not in her, but when he was sad, the person who could comfort him was still herself, maybe true love, she didn't ask for anything in return, but just gave him a hot tea when he was hungry and thirsty, gave him a warm shoulder when he was helpless, and gave him a warm smile when he was down, so enough.

With the involuntary sinking, Song Xiaojing bowed her head affectionately and gently kissed Song Cheng's eyebrows, but she didn't leave in time, because of the greed in her heart, she paused slightly, but it brought Song Cheng a violent reaction.

Song Cheng seemed to be suddenly attacked by some kind of strong force, he held Song Xiaojing, who was close to him, in his arms, because of the boiling heat in his body, he was engulfed for a while, he turned sideways, and easily pressed Song Xiaojing under him.

Song Xiaojing didn't dare to make any moves for a while, and when Song Cheng didn't move further, she pushed him nervously, but because his whole body was pressed against her, and he was in a groggy state, her little strength couldn't push him at all.

"Brother Cheng" Song Xiaojing tried to awaken Song Cheng's consciousness, but Song Cheng didn't react at all, she called softly: "Brother Cheng"

Without waiting for Song Xiaojing to say it clearly, Song Cheng raised his head and kissed Song Xiaojing's lips accurately, and he didn't know if he was tired of her non-stop words, or if he was really drunk and disorderly, when he felt a different temperature, he gently licked her soft lips.

Song Xiaojing stared at her round eyes, so nervous that she couldn't breathe, she didn't know what the situation was at all, and she didn't dare to guess Song Cheng's consciousness, she wanted to stop it, but she was greedy for this wonderful feeling, so she was also confused.

After all, Song Cheng was in the peak of yang energy, coupled with the effect of alcohol, he had already been burned by the fire, and the kind of desire-desire that he had never had before invaded his only remaining consciousness, he was addicted to consciousness, and he was also deeply trapped in lust, so he was wanton and bold, and invaded Song Xiaojing's lips and teeth.

is originally yang, but it is the beginning of love, Song Cheng has not experienced personnel, so he is not so skilled, but for Song Xiaojing, who also does not understand personnel, it is already a large-scale intimacy.

Song Xiaojing suddenly remembered that she was a little more shy than at this time, and Song Cheng was not as skilled as Gao Yuankang, but under the effect of alcohol, his presumptuous actions seemed a little stiff.