After walking for a few hours, Ye Qingli stopped, her feet were a little tired, the ground was not flat, and her shoes were a little thin.

She leaned on the rough trunk of a tree, pulled out a pair of thick-soled shoes, thought about it, and put on two more pieces of white silk. Sure enough, it was much more comfortable.

Qi Yin's voice rang out - resting in place for half an hour.

There is no objection.

She jumped a few times and changed her shoes, which was very nice.

Ye Qingli sent water to everyone. When she came, she was proud and courageous, and she should go into the water and manage things, and finally brought a relatively large bag.

It's just that there's nothing in it, and she's carrying it on her back, without any weight. Because, all things, are in the void.

Ye Qingli took the kettle to Qi Yin, but Qi Yin didn't ask for it, and raised the brown kettle in his hand.

Ye Qingli didn't have to think about it to know: "Ice blue wine?" ”

She can see that what she sees in front of her is a teenager who barely drinks water, drinking every day, high-concentration ice blue wine, and a thousand glasses of ice and blue wine.

She smelled a hint of alcohol. However, the person in front of him was not the slightest bit drunk.

She sat down: "Are you really not drunk?" "People who don't drink well may pour a glass. She saw that the wine in his cabinet was empty, but she had never seen him drunk, nor had she experienced being unconscious.

Qi Yin looked at the wine in his hand: "I'll be drunk, but it's definitely not because of this wine." ”

"Isn't it pure enough?" She seemed to remember a little bit of the taste of this strength of the wine, which was quite spicy.

He shook his head and took another sip: "No." It's a matter of materials. ”

Ye Qingli didn't understand, this wine is also divided into materials, and he really hasn't dabbled in this aspect deep enough?

"It's like, if I find the right wine, it will still make me drunk." He explained.

When she was confused, there seemed to be a mist in her eyes.

"Isn't that enough wine?"

"You can understand it that way." Anyway, in this world, I'm afraid I can't find the wine that will make him drunk, so the wine in his hand can still feel a little bit when he drinks it.

The ice was cold and melted in the lungs.

Nothing but this.

Ye Qingli nodded, as if he understood.

Qi Yin looked at her face, feeding the ground to the side, her delicate face against the golden glow, bright as the sunshine itself.

His heart moved, remembering that many years ago he was lying under the bridge and looking at the top, which was the sparkling water reflected by the ripples. The mind is extremely calm, and the mind is simply empty with the turbulent water lines.

Ye Qingli looked at his wine and asked, "Then when was the last time you were drunk, and what kind of wine did you drink?" She remembered that there was a prescription that needed spirits, and the stronger the better. Maybe she could try.

Qi Yin seemed to be caught in a distant memory, his voice was very soft, and the distant bell was as ethereal, his eyes looked at her, and he said to her, "I forgot." ”

Really forgot.

He hadn't been drunk for as long as he could remember. However, he knew that he must have been drunk, just intuition, unusually clear intuition.

Ye Qingli sighed with some disappointment, and pouted: "You're not kidding me, are you?" ”

In these years, if you are used to drinking a kind of wine, you can understand that all the wine can not be poured in a thousand glasses. I didn't believe it when she was killed.

The young man in front of him is actually just an adult.

She asked, "You're not lying to me, are you?" You let you drink when you were very young? ”

"That's right, it's a lie." He's squealing.

Some words are not clear, and it is not helpful to say more. How can he explain things to another person that he hasn't figured out himself?

Ye Qingli pushed him and smiled brightly: "Sure enough, you really lied to me." ”