On Chinese New Year's Eve, a light snow fell in the sky, and each snowflake was like a white fluff, and if it fell on the palm of a person's hand, it would soon turn from a piece of crystal to clear water.

There were only a few people left in the Hongchen Inn, and the guests were almost gone, and if the guys had families, they also went home to reunite, leaving only Shen Luoxia, Zhao Zheng, Ren Tuzi and the four shopkeepers to stay in the inn. But whoever stays is homeless.

From the morning onwards, everyone was busy for the New Year's celebrations, and they put chūn couplets on the doors and hung red lanterns. After that, the butcher took everyone to Zhang Luo for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, wrapped three fresh stuffed dumplings early, and kept them for the evening.

After nightfall, Zhao Zheng and several young people set off a few firecrackers in front of the door, in the crackling firelight, to welcome the arrival of the new year.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, there is a custom of vigil, and everyone cannot sleep, but must stay up until night to welcome the God of Wealth. After they had eaten and drunk, they sat down together, drank and chatted, and drank and laughed.

Chatting and chatting, Shen Luoxia felt that the conversation was not enjoyable, and she had an idea, and proposed: "Why don't we play with poetry couplets." I'll start with you, and you will pick up the following sentences, and if anyone can't pick them up, they'll be punished for drinking. ”

"We are all rough people, why are we playing this Laoshizi, if we want to play, we can just play boxing." The human butcher was already drunk, blushing, and retorted with a thick tongue.

"If you don't play, I won't take you, a few of us will play." Shen Luoxia glanced at the butcher, and her interest did not diminish in the slightest.

Since the shopkeeper has spoken, it is useless for others to oppose it, and this group of uneducated rough people have taken it seriously, and they are as big as a fight, like a great enemy.

"I'll start this first line of poetry." Shen Luoxia pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, what is the sadness of the guest's heart?" After speaking, he looked at Zhao Zheng, who was closest to him, "Little brother, you will pick up the next sentence." ”

When Zhao Zheng heard this poem, his heart was deeply touched, he had been in this world for a year unconsciously, and he didn't know what happened to his relatives and friends who were far away in another time and space. Thinking of this, endless thoughts welled up in his heart, like a pebble falling into a pool, stirring up a thousand waves. If possible, he really wanted to see those old people in another time and space, but unfortunately this wish could not be realized.

"There is no way to return to the heart, and the people of the past are in tears." Zhao Zheng sighed, felt something, and took a poem. He is not a literati, and the level of poetry he makes can only be said to be average, but in the simple poems, he expresses real emotions.

Shen Luoxia heard her brother's longing for the old man, her eyes showed a soft sè, and she glanced at Zhao Zheng deeply.

Then it's the turn of the next person to compose poems, this person is the second shopkeeper who used to live in the same room with Zhao Zheng, compared to Zhao Zheng, he is even more uneducated, he doesn't know a few words, and he can't hold back anything for a long time.

Zhao Zheng saw that the person next to him was uncomfortable, and reminded: "You really can't think of it, you can use the topic to play, see if there is anything related to the New Year, and then compose a poem." We just want to have fun together, and the poems we make are almost enough, and we don't have too high requirements. ”

"Okay, I'll try." The shopkeeper nodded, and looked around, looking for inspiration. He glanced at the red lantern hanging at the door, and with an idea, he smiled, "There you have it!" The red lantern is hung high, and you will make a fortune with joy! How about this sentence? ”

"What kind of poem is this, it's not even a limerick poem at all." Shen Luoxia burst out laughing when she heard this, and lifted the sleeves of her red jacket skirt to cover the bright cherry mouth.

"Shopkeeper, I'm at this level, you just open the net, and you will just take a look." The shopkeeper scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

"Okay. If you can't do it, it's useless to force you. Shen Luoxia said to the next person, Nunu, "Oh, it's your turn." ”

The next person learned from the experience of the previous person, and also made a limerick-level poem, which was "The house is full of pork with a strong fragrance, and it is good to eat and drink well." ”

The remaining two shopkeepers also painted scoops according to the gourd, and made "a glass of white wine into the stomach, and the whole body is comfortable and warm." There is a proprietress in the store, who is as beautiful as a flower race begonia. Two lines of poetry.

Everyone present made a poem, and in the end, only the human butcher was left undone, and everyone set their eyes on the five big and three thick human butchers, waiting for this "quatrain" to come out.

Who knew that the butcher glared, glanced at the crowd, and said angrily: "Didn't you say that you don't play with Lao Tzu, what are you doing watching Lao Tzu do one by one?" Lao Tzu doesn't know how to do bird poems. ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed, and even tears were about to come out. Shen Luoxia saw that it was really difficult for a strong man to force these rough people to compose poems, so she changed her mind, listened to the previous advice of the human butcher, and played a simple fist stroke.

laughed like this all night, and after the time passed, he said goodbye to the old and welcomed the new, ushering in the "12th year of Puqing". The current era name of the Great Yan Kingdom is Puqing, which means that the whole world is celebrating with the whole world and the world is peaceful, and it is now the twelfth year of this era name.

Everyone drank a little too much that night, and all of them were red-faced and red-eared, and they breathed wine. After Shen Luoxia got up, her delicate body swayed, and her jade hand held the tabletop. She is now facing the sunset, her drunken eyes are slightly narrowed, as if she will be drunk at any time. She held on to the table and stood in place for a moment, under the operation of internal force, the strength of the wine was slightly relieved, but she was still very drunk.

"Little brother, help my sister go back to the house to sleep." Shen Luoxia blushed and said drunkly.

Zhao Zheng's amount of alcohol was average, and he was already seven points drunk at this time, his tongue curled, he answered, put down the half-drunk wine glass, got up and grabbed his sister's elbow, and the two walked to the stairs together. The rest of the people, some of them were still talking incoherently at the table, and some of them also returned to the house one after another.

When she walked to the middle of the stairs, Shen Luoxia was drunk and dizzy, stepped in the wrong direction, staggered a step, and fell into Zhao Zheng's arms.

"You drank too much tonight." Zhao Zheng stopped, grabbed his sister's soft arm with both hands, and pushed forward slightly, so as not to touch the two bodies.

"Life must be happy, the big guy is happy tonight, how can you do it if you don't drink more." Shen Luoxia drunkenly raised her hand and hugged Zhao Zheng's neck, "My honest brother, sometimes people have to indulge when they should indulge, and they always restrain themselves from having fun." ”

"Is this what an older sister should say to a younger brother?" Zhao Zheng smiled bitterly, untied the snake-like arm, and helped Shen Luoxia to continue walking.

"I'm telling you this for your own good, this is your sister's life experience." Shen Luoxia staggered up.

"Well, I've written down your words." Zhao Zheng agreed, but muttered in his heart, "My sister, your life may not be very successful......

"That's right, obedience is a good brother." Shen Luoxia walked a few steps, and almost fell down again, she stopped walking, leaned on Zhao Zheng, and said coquettishly, "I drank too much and can't walk, my brother will carry me back to the house." After speaking, he closed his eyes, and his finely curved eyelashes were like closed black wings.

"That's not good, it's better to go by yourself." Zhao Zheng was still sober in the bottom of his heart, and felt that this move was inappropriate.

Shen Luoxia didn't say anything, still pressed her face against Zhao Zheng's chest, as if she had fallen asleep.

"Sister? Sister? Zhao Zheng nudged Shen Luoxia a few times, but Shen Luoxia didn't react at all. He stood awkwardly in place for a while, but Shen Luoxia not only did not wake up, but fell deeper and deeper as she fell asleep.

He glanced back and saw that the people downstairs were looking at him with a smile, and felt that it was more embarrassing to stay halfway up the stairs, so it was better to carry Shen Luoxia back to the room happily. They are all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, so why are they too pedantic and reserved.

Thinking about this, he reached out and stuck it to the root of Shen Luoxia's thigh, held his round shoulder with his other hand, and hugged Shen Luoxia with both hands. One of Shen Luoxia's headbands was touched, then loosened, and fell to the ground. A strand of smooth hair lost its restraint and hung down from her sideburns, covering Shen Luoxia's small half of her mutton-fat-like white cheeks, adding a sense of lost beauty.

Zhao is holding Shen Luoxia's delicate body, the skin fit is faintly hot, and I don't know if Shen Luoxia's body is too hot, or his body temperature is rising, or both?

He reminded himself in his heart not to think nonsense, put his eyes on the front, and walked up with Shen Luoxia in his arms. He can even drag the body of the Wild Boar King, and it is even more effortless to pick up a woman, Shen Luoxia is light in the crook of his arm, as if it has no weight, and he will not be affected in the slightest when he walks.

"My honest brother...... You're my only relative...... The only relative......" Shen Luoxia muttered with her eyes closed, talking in her dreams.

"You're my only relative." Zhao Zheng responded in a low voice, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He stumbled to the door of Shen Luoxia's boudoir, and found that the door was locked and could not be opened, so he had to put Shen Luoxia down, rummaged on it for a while, took out the key, and opened the door. He picked up the sleeping Shen Luoxia again, walked to the side of the bed in the dark, gently put Shen Luoxia on the bed, leaned over and took off a pair of red sè shoes for him, revealing a pair of small feet wrapped in white sè socks.

Shen Luoxia lay on the bed, turned over, changed her posture, her lips opened lightly, and she said some dream words, but they were much more blurry than what she said before, and she couldn't distinguish them anymore.

Zhao Zheng hurriedly covered Shen Luoxia with a futon and exited the door. Out of caution, he re-locked the door, so that no one would touch this boudoir in the middle of the night and plot against Shen Luoxia. He then went back to his room, and lay down on the bed in a daze, without even having time to take off his clothes, and fell asleep with his clothes.