The sun was setting in the west, gilding the green meadows, and the remnants of the snowstorm were still there, dotted on the grassland.

The mutton soup that has been stewed for a day is particularly delicious, a bowl of belly, I just feel that I don't change it if I am a fairy, and some people sing happily.

Village Chief Zhuo is a lover, seeing that Zhuo Yan was a little absent-minded, and Chu Xingchen didn't speak, he took out the leather bag that he had hidden earlier, poured a bowl for Chu Xingchen, and drank the rest of the leather bag.

Zhuo Qing, who was happily nibbling on a leg of mutton, heard that something was wrong, so his eyes widened, "Dad, you're secretly drinking again!" ”

Village Chief Zhuo took out the posture of a parent, "Isn't it natural for men to drink?" I'll pour you a bowl too! ”

Zhuo Qing was easily bought by half a bowl of mare's milk wine, and carefully took a small sip.

Zhuo Yan glared at Village Chief Zhuo, "You can't enter the house at night, don't complain, find a place in the chicken coop at the back of the house!" ”

Zhuo's mother has her own set of rules, and Village Chief Zhuo is a little scared, but with Chu Xingchen sitting next to him, he can't lose face, so he can only cough and say fearlessly, "The chicken nest is the chicken nest, it's really not good, and there is a sheepfold!" ”

Chu Xingchen snorted, and finally couldn't help laughing.

After a few sips of wine, Village Chief Zhuo tightened his belt and sang, he can be regarded as the golden voice of Xiliuying, and there were amorous girls who pursued him when he was young.

Lao Wu next to him walked up with a smile, took Village Chief Zhuo's hand and danced.

This dance is not the kind of charming and romantic dance that girls dance, but rough and heroic, like a dance left over from ancient wars.

Village Chief Zhuo stopped singing, but the other villagers sang in a low voice, and everyone's voices were low and loud.

When Chu Xingchen heard this voice, he only felt that his spirit was lifted, men had blood in their bones, not to mention that this song was originally a war song handed down from ancient times.

The residents of this part of Xilin Town are all military households who used to fight on the border, descendants who have multiplied and passed down from generation to generation, and everyone has put down their swords and guns and stopped fighting, but the blood that has been passed down in their bones is still there.

Unconsciously, the twilight was four, the golden clouds on the horizon were rolling, the stream was murmuring, Chu Xingchen was in a bowl of wine, and he only felt hot all over, and he didn't know whether he was drunk or the scenery was intoxicating.

Zhuo Yan glanced up at him, "You were coaxed by my father again, this is not mare's milk wine, this is the liquor he bought and put it in a leather bag, you have to have three taels in this bowl, right?" ”

This is really a strong wine, and the village chief Zhuo, who was still singing and dancing just now, has spread out his limbs and is lying on the grass and is asleep, and Zhuo Qing, who is like a monkey, runs away with his friends.

The gorgeous sunset gilded Zhuo Yan's beautiful face with another layer of color, Chu Xingchen only felt that his lips and tongue were a little astringent, and he rubbed his face embarrassedly, "Actually, I drink a lot of alcohol, and it's okay to drink this little wine!" ”

Zhuo Yan disagreed, "They all say that they eat fragrant and drink spicy, and I don't know where the wine is good?" Let you men see that your life is gone! ”

Chu Xingchen smiled, "Wine is nothing!" ”

It wasn't wine that wanted his life.

The two talked and laughed, and a stream of ambiguity slowly flowed.

At this time, a tall man walked past them and went directly to the old Wu family next door.

This man is Liu Hanqing of the village, he is honest and sincere, and it is said that he is pursuing the little peach blossom.

When Xiao Peach saw Liu Hanqing, the two didn't know what to say, so they stood up and held hands and left.