fifty-one

The lights fell deeper, leaving only a dim light in the distance inside the room.

Onyx slept on the soft slump of the outer room.

Song Qi appeared in front of the bed, his alienated eyebrows and eyes hidden in the dark night, or they were covered with layers of veils and fog, so that people could not see clearly.

Song Li took out a handkerchief, gently shook the tip of Agate's nose twice, and then walked over and looked at Song Qi, who was staring at Li Yueban on the bed.

rubbed his shoulder, then got up, then took out a handkerchief and shook the tip of Yueban's nose twice, and then put his hand on Yueban's veins to explore carefully.

It wasn't long before the two came out of the window.

Song Qi was a little cool at this time, and there was a little hoarseness, as if he had opened the silence of the night, and there was a little rustling wind in his ears.

"She, how's it going?"

Song Li sat on the roof, looking up at the night sky, which was about to be full of full moon, blowing the warm wind of March, which made people feel a little sad, "At present, I can't die." ”

Song Qi disappeared into the darkness, "How long." ”

Song Li sighed, patted Song Qi's shoulder, shook the wine jar in his hand, and then threw it into the air, the wine hung in the air along the mouth of the bottle and fell into Song Li's mouth.

Then he grabbed the wine jar and swallowed the wine in his mouth, "This half a year." ”

Song Qi snatched the wine jar and poured a sip, he has always been shallow in wine, and he never touches it when he has nothing to do, but today he thinks it is a good thing, but somehow popped up in his mind, "The ghost door is open, the bowl is now the lotus, with the flesh of the heart as the stamen, the blood as the oil, the Weishui is placed, and the dead are floated for several miles." "Such a sentence.

It's ridiculous to think about.

"Do you think there is really an elixir in this world that raises the dead and the living bones?"

Song Li glanced at Song Qi, the world still said that he was a reincarnation Hua Tuo, and he could raise the bones of the dead, but could he?

Song Li smiled mockingly and did not speak.

Song Qi smiled self-deprecatingly, not expecting him to say anything good, then swallowed another large sip of wine, and then threw the wine jar to Song Li.

"Let her give birth to the baby."

Song Li raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he had seen this younger brother who had grown a few heads more than others since he was a child.

If he were to be seen by the ladies and ladies of Kyori who usually held him up to the sky, he would definitely hurt the hearts of many daughters.

It's only been a short year since we've known each other, and there hasn't been any earth-shattering love stories that cry ghosts and gods.

He has also seen this Miss Li twice, but she looks like a sinking fish and a goose and a shy flower in the world, but in this world, the most important thing is the beautiful skin.

"It's time to go back to Beijing, even if my father is not in a hurry, the person above is waiting for a reply."

Song Qi closed his eyes, "It's in the first half of the year." ”

Song Li stood up with the wine bottle, looked at Song Qi, who was fascinated by what he was staring at, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder twice, people don't seem to be omnipotent, his younger brother has always learned everything and is better than others I don't know how many times, in this case, although he is listed as the most beautiful man in Kyoto, but he has never approached any woman.

In the end, it may just be an elm head, sigh, sigh.

"Whatever you want, just relax and relax, and when you go back, there will be no idle days."

Song Qi's eyes were like faint ink, thick and heavy, as if they were swept up in countless winds.

"Let's live here for half a year."

"Got it~"

Song Qi looked at the figure that had already been with the night, and there were only a few words left in his ears.

The boundless night has become an ownerless and lonely expanse again.