Ming Street is not far from the National Teacher's Mansion, and it will be there soon. Invite Star to take him to the backyard, "Wait for me for a while." After speaking, he disappeared, and the little monk miraculously had a feeling of loss. It didn't take long for her to appear with two large jars of wine in her arms.

The little monk's eyes were straight, and he had a lot of strength.

Two large jars of wine.

To say the least, it weighs thirty pounds.

She hugged effortlessly.

He looked at her in surprise, "Why do you have so much strength?" ”

Invite the star: "Hug a drink, what's so difficult." Believe it or not, I can easily hold you in circles. ”

The little monk weakly took a few steps back.

He thought sullenly that he might be the monk who was most worried about his innocence in the whole world.

Invite Xing put the bowl on the ground, squatted down holding the wine jar, poured wine into the bowl, and handed it to the little monk after pouring it full. The little monk hesitated to take it, not daring to take the first sip.

She poured herself a bowl and sat on the floor and drank it all in one gulp.

Drink very well.

Because he was in a hurry to drink, wine was sprinkled on his clothes, and the clothes were stained with a faint aroma of osmanthus flowers, and the little monk felt that his nose was filled with this taste.

He's far enough away from her, does he have to go any further?

His feet were filled with lead.

He found that he didn't want to retreat.

Even.

Secretly took a step forward, pretending to be very calm and sitting on the ground like inviting stars.

The aroma of osmanthus is so good.

This girl is so good-looking.

In the National Teacher's Mansion, it is really pure.

Everything was fascinating.

He picked up the bowl she had given him, pressed his lips to the rim of the bowl, and took a small sip. Then, let the flavor flow between your lips and teeth. A little, he told himself, would be enough. Drinking a little is considered to have fulfilled his promise, and it can be regarded as drinking with her.

With that in mind, he leaned closer to the bowl and took a sip.

This time the flavor is stronger.

He felt like he wasn't running out of brains.

He seemed confused.

He should put down the wine bowl, turn around and walk out, and go back to his Buddha Gate to clean up.

However, the wine was delicious.

He wanted to drink.

He stupidly recited the sutra in his heart, [everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, it should be viewed as such], and recited it over and over again, but it didn't work.

He didn't like himself anymore.

He felt that his Buddha heart was not pure.

It was as if I was being tied.

He picked up the bowl and took another sip, then sip after sip and couldn't stop.

Soon, the bowl bottomed out.

Invite the star to fill it up for him, "How is it, isn't it delicious?" This osmanthus brewed by my own hands and has been hidden for several years. If it weren't for your pleasing eyes, I wouldn't have taken it out. ”

Look at you pleasing to the eye...... These words made the little monk's hand stiffen while holding the bowl, and his eyebrows stared for a while.

He suddenly wanted to ask.

Do you have someone who doesn't like it?

Isn't it.

Anyone is pleasing to the eye?

He didn't ask in the end.

Because he thought it was strange to ask this, as if he cared about something. He is a monk, he should recite sutras in front of the Buddha, he should pray to the people, he should learn to cross people with the Dharma.

Don't think about these strange things.

Osmanthus wine is delicious.

He didn't want to stop.

But this time.

He drank slowly.

He probably won't have a chance to drink it again, and he wants to remember the taste.

When it came to the third bowl, without waiting for the star to do anything, he picked up the wine jar himself and poured it into the bowl. Invite Xing had a teachable look, "This is good." After speaking, he touched his wine bowl, "Here, it's done." ”

The little monk did not speak.

At first, the fragrance of osmanthus on her body came over little by little, which made his mind confused for a few moments.

Later, they were all scented with osmanthus and entangled with each other.

The smell of wine on her body crossed the line of sight and touch, and ran to him without a trace.

The smell of wine on his monk's robe wafted over and surrounded her.

It seems like.

Boundaries are broken.

It's like it.

The thread in my heart is loose.

He shook his head.

Why did you start thinking about it again?

When he first saw the two altars, he was still thinking about how two people could drink so much. After drinking, he was not drunk at all, and began to wonder if he would not drink enough.

Invite stars to fight with people all year round, and this wine is not a problem.

didn't expect him to be drunk.

She was surprised.