Shen Mo sighed. Picking up the flask again. I filled the empty glass of wine for myself and Lin Shi. Gently raise the hand with the long sleeves. said to Lin Shi: "I salute you for this second cup. To every friend here."

As he spoke, he tilted the mouth of the cup slightly and touched the rim of the cup with Lin Shi. The two of them raised their heads again and drank it all. Shen Mo swallowed the cool wine in his mouth. I felt that the wine was hot when it entered my body. It's like a flame that is burning again. His body was also hot from the scorching. He remembered the day he first met, when she was squatting alone across the restaurant. Smiling and selling those purses that smell of spring flowers. That bright smile drove away all the gloom. I just skimmed it by chance. I can't even take my eyes off it anymore. I just couldn't help but hook the corners of my lips. Watch as she stands there and pushes everyone who passes by. boasting. The smile is always uninterrupted. Until all the purses are sold. She cautiously crouched down to rest. A sudden breeze caressed her hair. She disappeared from all activity. The whole person fell silent. Make yourself feel different from her back then.

I looked at her stiff little face. She reached out and tugged left and right on her tired cheeks. I can't stop making weird faces. Let myself on the second floor look stunned. He laughed out loud in surprise. I couldn't help but go downstairs. I want to talk to her. See what she's selling. As a result, she froze at the moment when she looked up at herself. Shen Mo naturally knew what a good-looking skin he had given birth to. There are many girls like her who are stunned. But none of them resemble her. Her eyes were full of wonder and appreciation. Nothing else. So as to make yourself in addition to some helplessness and embarrassment. There was no discomfort. That's why I started to tease her. At that time, I just felt that she was different from many girls. But I never thought of it. There will be today.

Lin Shi held the wine glass and frowned. This wine reminded him of the flower wine that Qiao Yan brewed that day. Attracted by the aroma of wine. It's rare to take the initiative to ask for a drink again. It is a wine with a rich fragrance and a mellow throat. I rarely drink it myself. So I drank a cup. But it is an excellent wine. Half of the jar of wine that I moved back from Qiao's house was slowly drunk by myself. Even when his father saw him later, he blew his beard and stared at him. I went to Qiao's house to get back a jar again, and I didn't have three days to talk about myself. The day I drank the flower wine. She motioned for herself to go out. Standing under the acacia tree. Shadows loom in the shadows of the acacia trees. The silver hairpin on the side of the silk flower on the head is particularly eye-catching. Somewhat eye-catching in the moonlight.

Go forward yourself. She really noticed something and asked about Xiao Chi. The moonlight is obscured by the acacia. I even looked down on her eyebrows. All I could hear was her clear, small voice. She asked cautiously but naturally. Lin Shi knew she believed in herself. It always has been. It wasn't until later she walked up the stairs. The moonlight seemed to drag the hem of her skirt. Stopped her. Her dress was no longer clear in color. The silk flower only felt that it was a blank in the hair. Just those sparkling eyes. In the middle of the night, it seems to have a puddle of autumn water in its mouth. She looked back at herself standing under the acacia tree and watching her go. He smiled softly at the corners of his lips. It was as if we had known each other for a long time. With a tacit understanding between old friends. A lot of times just a smile is all it takes.

Lin Shi grabbed the wine jug and filled Shen Mo and himself with a glass of wine again. Somewhat cheerfully, he said, "It's the last glass of wine. The last cup. This one. I respect you. Brother Shen. Go all the way."

Shen Mo nodded knowingly. Holding the wine glass, he clinked glasses with Lin Shi again. Hold the wine glass to your lips. Not a word. A wave of the sleeves. All the wine in the glass has been swallowed. He placed a handful of wine glasses on the table. He looked up and smiled: "Good wine. Good night. That's really good."

He suppressed the spicy wine in his throat. One hand in front of the desk. Just lowered his head. I thought of her by the river again. Her hair has always been dishonest looking left and right in the wind. Lie on your chest for a while. Rub it against the crook of your arm for a while. Or it's tangled with your own hair. Closely connected. There is the illusion that they will never be separated again. She sat by the river. The river not only reflects the moon in the night sky. And her eyebrows. Two lotus flowers embroidered on her feet and shoes that she put on the riverside. Her little hands clenched her dress. React to every word you say. But I don't understand it. I just followed her will. In fact. As long as she wants. What if you don't say anything yourself. Just pretend that there is nothing. That's it.

The night breeze was a little cool. She narrowed her eyes and looked very fond of it. Come to think of it. She also likes that riverside. I just don't know after I'm gone. Will she occasionally stand on the bank of that river and wait for her return? Will her hair be longer. That would be a lot smoother. I won't be frizzy and clinging to other people's clothes anymore and refuse to come down. She has also grown up. Then. I'm going to come too. As long as you come back by yourself. Isn't it just that everything is fine.

Lin Shi rarely has such Meng Lang's drinking. Choked on a sip of wine and almost burst into tears. So only raised his head. The left hand was clenched into a fist and gently hammered his chest. to evacuate that depression. You can't drink such a strong wine. On top of the feast, I just drank a drink. I didn't want to drink because of her poems. She stands under the pear blossoms. No heavy makeup. But it's natural. The flower fell on her hair. Skimming between her eyebrows and the side of her face. All he slapped for her was a passer-by who fell on his shoulder. It's just that the fragrance of the flowers is left on the placket and can't be erased. At that time, I guessed what she was thinking. I just didn't expect his answer to be really surprising.

The children of the Qiao family are literate. I have read books since I was a child. It's just that what she didn't expect was the word she blurted out. I think. The shock should not be worth it. Wang Shenzhi's expression was indeed in his eyes. He didn't know her well. That's why I'm as surprised as I am. Just acceptable. It's acceptable that she's different. It's okay to accept her whimsy. Accept the facts of her insight. Of course it's acceptable. As a friend. As an older brother. You can accept it all on your own. Such a woman. What a dear friend.

Bamboo winter standing aside for a long time. Just looked at the two teenagers in front of the table calmly. Lin Shi's hair, which was held by the cloud-shaped mahogany hairpin, was not disturbed by his momentary gaffe. It's still that neat and clean. Just like he usually does. Yes. Lin Shi is out of shape. The last sip of wine choked him on tears. Just leaning on the table, turning around and coughing outward. Coughing, his face was flushed. The eyes also have a moment of godlessness. It's really rare for him to do this. I drank three glasses of wine in a row. He would not have drunk too much in any case. He's just clinging to the glass. Panting slightly. The boy's immaturity and youthfulness returned to his face for a moment. But it was only for a moment. Soon. And he regained his old look... The eyes are still so gentle. No excessive heat.

Shen Mo was a little messy of his hair. The placket also spread out slightly. But he didn't care. Looking at the wine glass that was put down. Three cups have passed. He won't drink more. Just looking at the drinks in front of you. Lost in thought. For a moment there was only silence. No one spoke again.

It's just three glasses of wine. Shen Mo felt that he was already drunk. This wine is sour in the eyes. but not necessarily warm. This glass is at hand. It's rare to make him unhappy. Just a wave of the sleeve to push the wine glass to the side. Ignore the dripping drink. I feel a lot better.

He silently tucked his sleeves. There was still a cold look in his eyes. Just looking at that desk. He painted many paintings here. It's all a portrait of that girl. Most of them are smiling. It's like a bright morning sun in spring. Not a trace of tears. But this time. Shen Mo wanted to paint a tearful portrait of her. Like all the thoughts that overflow on your own. Shen Mo stood up. Step by step, I walked to the table. Picked up the pen and dipped it lightly in ink. Tick a touch on the white drawing paper on the table, and draw it intently.

Zhu Dong didn't speak. He knew who Shen Mo was drawing. Lin Shi didn't speak. Because he wanted to know what kind of her Shen Mo would draw. Shen Mo just lowered his head and stood in front of the desk and started painting seriously. I don't know how long this has been drawn. It's been a long time since the moon got farther and farther away.

Shen Mocai threw away the pen. Keep an eye on the words in front of you. Lin Shi got up and left his seat. Step by step. Looking at the painting from the side of the desk. The painting of Qiao Yu is lifelike. The eyebrows and eyes are realistic. But it was tears that fell down. Crying. Lin Shi had never seen her cry. Shen Mo has seen it. This painting is very beautiful. Shen Mo didn't wait for the ink to dry. And he took out the fire fold. Frowning and setting the painting on fire.

Lin Shi looked at the painting that was engulfed in flames little by little. Asked softly, "This painting is beautiful. Very similar to Gardenia. You've just finished drawing. The ink hasn't dried yet. Why burn it again."

Shen Mo looked at the painting that had been burned to black ash. There was a slight pause. Then he said, "She's crying."

Lin Shi understood what Shen Mo meant. Qiao Yi is crying in the painting. And Shen Mo was the most reluctant to see Qiao Yi cry. Even in the painting. Shen Mo didn't want Qiao Yi, who had been smiling, to cry. I don't want her to be sad. I don't want her to be unhappy. The painting doesn't need to exist. So this painting. before the ink dried out.