"Who the hell is it?" Lin Anping frowned and thought on the way back, unable to think of who it was.

When Zhao Huaijin came to find Lin Anping, he saw him sitting at the door, his head propped up, looking sullen.

"Anping, what's wrong?" Zhao Huaijin also sat down.

"Brother Jin, am I very annoying?" Lin Anping was a little frustrated.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Huaijin took care of Lin Anping, how did Anping have such a thought?

"Brother Jin, my futon was splashed with water again, I don't know who it is, I don't know why I feel uncomfortable." Lin Anping didn't care about any embarrassment, and spit out the unhappiness in his heart

Zhao Huaijin's eyes were still faint, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a vague smile, "Why don't you have some wine?" ”

Lin Anping's eyes suddenly became shining, "Okay." ”

"Let's go, come to me." Zhao Huaijin led Lin Anping to his house.

put on a stack of small snacks prepared by Hua Muyue, took out a pair of glasses with delicate glaze and put them on the table, and finally opened a small jar of wine, which was fragrant.

"Anping, taste, the pear blossoms of the drunken immortal residence are drunk." Zhao Huaijin poured a cup for Lin Anping.

"It's a great wine." Lin Anping took it and drank it all, as if he didn't taste what it tasted like.

"How does it taste?" Zhao Huaijin smiled at the corner of his mouth and slowly picked up the wine glass.

Lin Anping was embarrassed: "Do you want to have another drink?" I didn't taste anything. ”

"Give." Zhao Huaijin poured another glass for Lin Anping.

Lin Anping tasted it carefully, how could the more he drank it, the more it looked like the sweet wine brewed by Sister Yue?

"The product is out?"

Lin Anping nodded.

"Anping, it's not that you are annoying, but that the people who deceive you are annoying, as for who it is, tomorrow we will catch turtles in an urn."

Zhao Huaijin picked up the wine glass and was stopped by Lin Anping, "Brother Jin, you can't drink." This wine must have been given to me by Sister Yue. ”

Lin Anping suddenly snatched the wine very happily.

"Brother Zhao, I'm looking for you." A scholar who was white pushed the door in.

"Zhiyuan, it's so late, haven't you gone back yet?" Zhao Huaijin knew that Zhang Zhiyuan was a disciple recognized by the Four Academies and did not need to live in the academy, so he asked.

"I'm staying at the Academy." Zhang Zhiyuan's unspoken thought is that I often stay in the academy, so I can have more opportunities to meet Miss Fang.

"Little Brother Lin, you are drinking wine, can you appreciate your face and ask for a glass of wine to eat?" Zhang Zhiyuan said playfully.

"Brother Zhang, what are you polite to me. Hurry up and sit down and drink together. Lin Anping poured wine for Zhang Zhiyuan boldly.

The three of them sat around drinking and chatting like this, of course, Zhao Huaijin was only allowed to drink, and if the three of them didn't make a loud noise, they would have the posture of talking all night.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Lin, in three days, I will invite my friends to my house to hold a poetry party, you must come."

As soon as he heard the poetry meeting, Lin Anping, who had drunk the most and was a little drunk, suddenly woke up, and hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, wailing, "Big brother, you spare me, I won't go, let Brother Jin go." ”

When I remembered where to compose poems for a few hours, it was better to let him go to the school field and run two laps.

Zhao Huaijin smiled clearly when he heard this, opened his mouth to rescue Lin Anping, and said to Zhang Zhiyuan: "Zhiyuan, don't blame, Anping can't sit still." I'll go to the poetry meeting in three days. ”

"It's no wonder, Brother Lin is quick to talk, I think the rate is really real, if you change your mind after three days, you are welcome to come over at any time."

It was decided like this, and Zhang Zhiyuan got up to say goodbye.

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