Sixty-ninth round: Mid-Autumn Festival
Yu Jingning seemed to have some deep hatred for that glass of wine, and almost gritted his teeth and drank it, and the people watching next to him were still afraid that he would crush the cup.
"I said Brother Ning, you are so boring." That Gao Miao snorted twice in his mouth, stretched out his chopsticks to hit his hand, Yu Jingning twitched his hand, didn't let him play, and his face turned a little darker. Gao Miao didn't care at all, and then said: "What's the matter with a few words, don't say that the etiquette is broken now, even if you follow the words of your parents' matchmaker, the people you come into contact with on weekdays are all families with the same family, and you are the only child in the family, if you really like which girl, talk to your father and mother well, can they still let you marry?" β
Yu Jingning lit up the empty glass towards Gao Miao, and said in a cold voice: "I've drunk, why do you bother to hold me." β
Seeing that Yu Jingning was really unhappy, Gao Miao couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, smacked his lips, and muttered: "It's been the same from the age of twelve or thirteen to now, and I will be annoyed if I say a few words." Others drink wine one sip at a time, but you can only call it a cow drink. β
Under normal circumstances, at this time, either Yu Zhiwei said a few witty words and mixed it up, or the grandmother of the third year of high school laughed and hated the person for a word or two, and this matter is over, and everyone should continue to play and make trouble. But Yu Zhiwei didn't know what was wrong at this time, biting his mouth, his eyes were stunned, he lowered his head to look at his nails, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
The senior grandmother hurriedly took over the burden of easing the atmosphere, slapped Gao Miao on the back with a palm, and scolded: "You still think that everyone is the same as you, and your skin is thicker than the bend of the city wall." The son of the family is the age of bundling his hair, and his face is still thin, so he can't be ashamed when it comes to this kind of thing? is going to be a father, and he doesn't even have this eyesight. β
Gao Miao's face wrinkled again, and he said bitterly: "How can I have it." β
His bitter appearance amused everyone present, and the expression on Yu Jingning's face eased a little, so that the game could go on again: "According to the rules, I should be the next one?" β
Grandma of the third year of high school: "Turn quickly, turn quickly, there are still many people who haven't said it." β
The compass hand turned up again, and although it was no longer possible to distinguish the direction, it seemed to point out something inexplicably.
Taking advantage of the time when the pointer had not stopped, Chen Yuexing lightly touched Yu Zhiwei: "Little Liu, are you not feeling well, why do you look so bad?" β
"Nothing." Yu Zhiwei quickly recovered from the fugue and smiled at Chen Yuexing, "It's just a little drunk." β
Chen Yuexin didn't know the allusion that she drank on her face, so she naturally believed it to be true, and comforted her gently: "I asked the kitchen to prepare a sobering soup, and you can drink a bowl later." β
Before Yu Zhiwei could reply to Chen Yueyu's words, he heard Gao Miao's excitement: "Stopped, stopped!" β
As soon as Yu Zhiwei turned around, he saw that the pointer was rushing towards him, and he really couldn't hide it. She smiled: "This is not a good reincarnation of heaven, I came out of this game and waited to see your jokes, but turned to my own head, and I want you to see my jokes." β
As he spoke, he opened the note in his hand, which read, "Who do you hate the most?" Yu Zhiwei groaned for a moment, "The person I hate the mostβ"
"Sss She crumpled the note in her hand, "Probably the kind of person who sees Tian'er's face as black as the bottom of a pot, as if I owe him two hundred taels of silver every day." I never know how to say good things that I care about, and when I spit it out of my mouth, it all turns into a reprimand. What is the first thing to tuck into his heart, to make himself awkward, and to be blind with a good skin. β
When she said this, she was the same as she usually said witty things, picking her peach blossom eyes, talking lightly and playfully, and even with some of the cunning and excitement that the little daughter's family used to do. After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and pursed her lips, revealing a pair of little tiger teeth, and glanced at her brother with a pair of watery eyes: "I am really drunk today." β
Chen Hui, the eldest, shook his head and laughed: "You little six, is it that everyone is protecting you, the youngest, today and you are going to be lawless?" The more I listen to this, the more I look like your brother, look at your big brother, this face is pulled down again. You say that about him, aren't you afraid that he will go home and fine you for a month's money? β
Yu Zhiwei looked fearless: "He has already fined me two months' monthly money in May and June, and now he has fined him half a year's salary, why does he pay me monthly money?" I want to sell alcohol. β
Chen Xuan, the second eldest member of the Chen family, is also a person who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and he also laughed and said: "You two are living like a poor couple these days." If we didn't all know that the two of you are brother and sister, I would really be Zhuo Wenjun and sell wine for Sima Xiangru. β
Living?
It's a joke, and I don't know if the speaker doesn't mean it.
Tan Huaiji, who was afraid of turning to himself before, had been holding his breath and didn't dare to speak, but finally said something at this time: "Okay, Brother Zhongwen, don't make trouble with Brother Yu Xian, he is so thin-skinned, if you mess with him again, you should be annoyed again in a while." β
Of course, this was not mentioned again, everyone was still happy to play, after eating, and in response to the Mid-Autumn Festival, they used some moon cakes and Western snacks, and they went home until the moon rose and the blue sky rose.
The ancients said that the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the small stars are really rare when the moon is in the sky, Yu Zhiwei sat in the car, still opened the curtain and looked out the window, but the erratic eyes did not know whether he was looking at the moon in the sky or the people under the moon.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is a time of reunion, but she and Yu Jingning, who are alone, are really not interested in the word "reunion" - Yu Jingning's family is in the northwest, and Yu Zhiwei's family may have been reincarnated a long time ago.
And what about the two of them themselves...... Yu Zhiwei bit her lip......
She didn't drink badly, and today's fruit wine couldn't help her at all, but she somehow felt a little drunk.
Dizzy and hot face.
The little hint that came out of today's temptation was not enough to explain anything, but she just couldn't help but think more.
This is very undeserved, it should not be reasonable, it should not be in the situation, but Yu Zhiwei seems to be messing around with the strength of the wine, constantly testing his bottom line.
I'll just think about it, I'll think about it tonight.
Yu Zhiwei lifted the curtain upwards again, and called out to the young man who was riding slowly on the side of the car: "Big brother." β
Yu Jingning, who didn't squint, broke the gong and gave her a bit of light in his eyes.
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Yu Zhiwei propped his head, and his tone was obviously drunk.
Yu Jingning was obviously stunned, and was stunned for a while before replying, "Hmm." β
Yu Zhiwei giggled twice, as if she was even more drunk: "You don't understand." β
"The breeze is warm, the moon is in the sky, and it's a good day." As if she hadn't heard her words, Yu Jingning was babbling nonsense to herself.
Yu Zhiwei "buzzed" in his ears, and then he heard his heartbeat beating like a drum.
Her eyes seemed to be a little wet.