That night, An Ran asked Luo Bin to cancel all her entertainment, and hid in the villa to pour herself a drink.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, it coincides with the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and the night sky is rarely clear, and the moonlight is wonderful.

She stood in front of the window with a wine glass, and couldn't help but think of Li Bai's famous sentence, "Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon." ”

She was poisoned too deeply by that man, and it is estimated that there is little hope for "being proud" in this life, and she can be willful once in a while.

Like now.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date, raising a glass to invite the bright moon, drinking into three people, waking up together, drunk and scattered......"

"When will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop the cup today and ask it, people can't climb the bright moon......"

This poem is really well written, just like she and Gu Liangchen, those good memories are like ethereal dreams when you are drunk, and he is like the unattainable bright moon in the sky, destined to only look at each other from afar, untouchable.

An Ran poured out his sorrow to the moon, took the poems of the ancients as a drink, memorized two sentences and drank a glass, and drank most of a bottle of dry red after a while, and people were also drunk.

She leaned against the bay window, looked at the bright moon outside with drunken eyes, and said in her mouth, "If the ancients and the present are like flowing water, they will see the bright moon together...... Gu Liangchen, are you like me now, talking crazy to the moon, looking at the moon and thinking about people? ”

Speaking of this, she smiled self-deprecatingly, "I guess you are now following the beauty flower before the moon, and you are falling into the gentle township......"

Drinking soundly, and finally feeling a little sleepy, she put down her glass, turned around and just walked to the bedside, when the doorbell rang.

She lifted her sleepy eyelids and looked at the clock, it was already twelve o'clock, who would come at this time?

She walked a little vaguely to the door, and the small screen of the video doorbell appeared the person who had made her drunk tonight.

It's just that his appearance at this time is different from that of the TV during the day, without the kind of noble and arrogant alienated temperament, and a little more tired and gloomy vivid color.

The drowsiness in her head and the alcohol in her body seemed to evaporate at the same time, and she stared at the person on the visual screen without blinking, trying to see every detail of his face, whether it was fat or thin, white or black......

But he stood in the cold white light of the corridor, but his neck was lowered, and his black hair, which was usually meticulously combed, was also slightly messy in front of his forehead at this time, covering his deep and bottomless eyes and most of his face, and only the thin lips that were pursed lightly, and a small piece of pale collarbone exposed from the collar of the black shirt that had been loosened by three buttons.

He seemed tired, his right hand propped up on the door, and before it was time to wear a single shirt, he wore only a thin shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.

An Ran's fingers involuntarily pressed on the call button, and when he reacted, the words had already blurted out, "You wear such clothes in this weather, why are you crazy about running here to me in the middle of the night?" ”

He raised his head when he heard the voice, and An Ran found that his eyes that had always been deep and sharp were filled with a thick drunkenness at this time, his eyes were scattered and confused, his beautiful thin lips were gently curved, and his deep voice was smiling, "I'm really going crazy, I want to think about it." ”

“……”

Her heart trembled violently, she closed her eyes, and it took more than ten seconds to suppress that emotion.

“…… Did you drink? Who sent you here? Jing Cheng, hurry up and let him take you back, don't look back and let the paparazzi take a picture, I can't explain it. ”

Her voice was cold, and her heart was uncontrollably sour.