San'er helped her to walk forward, turned a small path, and saw the bamboo pavilion, in the lush bamboo forest, that place was extremely quiet and serene, the breeze was blowing slowly, and she saw a touch of snow-white clothes, hanging down from the low table on the pavilion.

On the low table of the gazebo was boiling a small wine jug, the wine in the jug was already tumbling, green smoke came out of the spout, the crisp aroma of wine, wafting all over the breezy grass, she stood still, and took a deep breath.

She suddenly wanted to get drunk.

Two small wine glasses on the table were scattered on the table, one cup was poured on the table, and the wine in the cup flowed out, and a trace of water condensed on the table, but it refused to disperse.

The wind blew from the bamboo forest, and the man lying on the blanket by the table was dressed in snow-white clothes, the corners of his clothes were scattered, and he was gently blown by the wind, as if he was afraid of light, with one hand on his eyes, and his black hair was like forging on the blanket, which was comfortable and frightening.

The scenery is beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, and the person, as if integrated into the painting, has no flaws at all.

Qiu Yinong remembered that the first time she went to the Qingfeng Grass House, she also saw such a scene, at that time, this man also lay here to cook wine, drank wine and slew, the same beautiful scenery.

A man with clean bones, elegant into the painting.

He deserves all the praise that the world has given him, but it is beautiful in words that cannot be described.

She stood outside the pavilion and looked at him in the pavilion, and suddenly felt that this time was extremely peaceful.

"Girl, why don't you leave?" San'er looked at Qiu Yinong's face, and didn't know why she stopped here.

Her voice was neither light nor heavy, but it happened to wake up the people in the gazebo.

The man moved slightly, got up from the blanket, sat there diagonally, bent one leg and looked over, just woke up, his face was sleepy-eyed, his eyes were a little unsuitable for the light, he squinted and looked over.

The light of the eyes fell on the body of the autumn mood, deep and shallow, and the wind was light.

"It's coming!"

The man's low and hoarse voice came, with the hazy hoarseness that he had just woken up, which was very good.

He smiled at her and said to San'er, "San'er, help Ah Nong over." ”

"Yes, Childe."

San'er smiled and helped Qiu Yinong to pass, Qiu Yinong walked slowly, and even more slowly when she walked up the steps, under his eager gaze, she moved her steps, endured the pain, and did not dare to show hesitation.

Can't be vulnerable in front of him, let him worry.

San'er sat on the blanket with Qiu Yinong, facing the low table, and opposite was Gongzi Dry Bone Huan.

He looked at her with deep eyebrows, lifted the wine jug on the small stove with his white fingers, pinched a wine glass and put it in front of the autumn mood, and poured transparent wine into the wine glass, the clear and clear liquid, slowly filling the wine glass, exuding a faint fragrance.

"The weather is getting colder, Ah Nong has a glass of wine to warm up his body."

Dry Guhuan's fingers brushed the edge of the wine glass, the slender fingertips were clean and snow-white, very beautiful, the wine in the wine glass, rising curling green smoke, wrapped around the man's bony fingers, and finally merged with him.

She looked at the glass and his fingers, slightly distracted.

"Drinking hurts your body, it's better for your son to drink less." She took a slight breath, her voice a little hoarse, her voice soft, like a feather falling.

Dry bones laughed and opened their eyebrows.