Déjà vu hotel, déjà vu wine.

The taste of déjà vu, the dream of déjà vu.

Nangong only took one sip, and he couldn't stop the desire to drink the second sip, the third, the fourth...... Drink slowly until the last drink.

Then he looked at the empty glass and was stunned.

The light reflected a blurry light through the crystal clear wine glass, shot into Nangong's eyes, and then fell in his heart.

Nangong's physique has long been different from what it used to be, and that day in Qinglong City, Miss Lance made him drunk and unconscious with a cup of dreams. But now, Mr. Aron's cup of dreams, he is not drunk.

But that's pretty much it.

After being stunned for a while, Nangong suddenly slapped the table, stood up with a "bang", and then shouted: "Someone!"

His face was flushed and his eyes were misty, like a drunkard.

The people around looked at it, and there were all kinds of smiles in their eyes. There are disdainful laughter, there are knowing laughter, and there are laughter waiting to watch a good show.

The young bard in the corner was still singing: Wait for a thousand years, wait for a while, aaha......

In the midst of the song, Little Bena suddenly turned her head and glared: "What do you see! I haven't seen anyone drunk? Believe it or not, Sister Ah Zi is here to beat you!"

The surrounding guests were suddenly silent, withdrew their gazes, and lowered their heads to concentrate on the food in front of them.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he was still secretly looking at Nangong.

Xiao Beina tugged Nangong's sleeve, but Nangong shook off her hand, and then walked towards the counter in a daze, and then slapped it hard!

"Bang!"

With another bang, the wine glasses on display on the counter jumped.

So little Bena couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

She didn't expect that this Nangong brother's alcohol consumption was so bad, and he poured a glass. hurriedly caught up with him, and whispered in Nangong's ear: "Brother Nangong, don't get drunk and crazy here! No one has ever dared to make trouble in the Moon God Hotel." Except for ......"

As she spoke, she suddenly stopped, and then silently added in her heart: "Except for Sister Azi......"

"What do you command, sir?" said Mr. Aron. He is still so polite, and his posture is still so elegant.

This alone is far better than a certain proprietress nine streets.

In Blue Dragon City, if someone dares to do this, and the wine glass has not even jumped, I am afraid that person will be thrown out by Miss Lance like a dead dog.

The surrounding guests raised their heads again and saluted.

Mr. Aaron waited for Nangong's orders. They were looking forward to Nangong's troubles. Because as long as they make trouble, they will have a good show.

Only the singing in the corner continues, undisturbed: once in a thousand years...... Wait a minute, aaha......

In the midst of the song, Nangong spoke. As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked, "Do you have any pen and ink?"

"What?"

Mr. Aron gave a rare pause, and the guests around him also felt strange and a little confused.

Isn't this human boy drunk, slapping the table and the counter, and going drunk?

I said. Is there any of the four treasures of the study?"

Nangong repeated it again. Suddenly he burped, and then explained drunkly, "I want to paint...... But my space bracelet ...... ...... was taken away by my friend."

The last trace of clarity in his eyes was taken away by the wine burp.

This time, Mr. Aron finally heard clearly. So he smiled gracefully, "Yes, please wait." Then he flipped through his hands and took out a standard set of four treasures of the study.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone. Everything but the kitchen sink.

The world knows that the elves are the most elegant race in the world, and they love nature. Sing the praises of life, celebrate all the beautiful things, and sing the praises of the most beautiful things in the world.

In this inn, which is a little quiet by the singing of young minstrels, if someone borrows alcohol to make trouble, it will be a big mess.

But fortunately, he just wanted to use the wine to splash his ink.

This is Yashi!

This is also a graceful thing!

This kind of thing is the most welcome thing for the elves, and Mr. Aaron thought so, and he himself sharpened the ink for him.

Seeing this, the guests who were waiting to watch the show around them withdrew their eyes one after another, disappointed: "Cut...... The thunder is heavy and the rain is small, but that's it, no drama to watch......"

Not all people like these things that make up their minds.

Of course, there were also some well-meaning guests who were still looking at Nangong, wanting to see what this human kid could draw.

Xiao Beina breathed a sigh of relief and was also looking forward to Nangong's masterpiece.

I usually listen to Sister Ah Zi talk a lot, saying that the flowers painted by Brother Nangong are more fragrant than real flowers, and can attract butterflies and bees or something, and now I finally have the opportunity to see them.

So Little Bena waited and watched, and didn't even care about the juice she hadn't finished drinking.

Nangong looked at the one in front of him, the focus of his eyes was very scattered, looking at the painting paper for a while, staring at the thick ink for a while, but falling on the pen for a while, and finally, falling in a dream.

Nangong was half drunk, half drunk, half awake, as if in a dream.

Between half-dreaming and half-waking, he thought a lot.

He suddenly remembered that when he left Dragon City, he made a painting of his parents. When he left Qinglong Academy, he also made a painting, which showed the blue continent.

Now......

He remembered that he still owed Datang a painting.

Through the drunken spirit of the dream, the past of Datang was replayed in his mind like a picture curtain, and finally, he was frozen in the broken spear.

Nangong picked up the pen.

With a drop of paper, the surroundings suddenly quieted down, and even the breathing was subconsciously held, and the needle drop in the hotel could be heard. Only the muffled singing and melodious sound of the piano continued, but it was changed.

"Looking back again, it's like a dream...... Looking back, my heart is still ......"

The young bard sang in a low voice.

Nangong was unaware of everything around him.

Perhaps because of the dream, the broken spear was very clear in Nangong's consciousness, and the hearty man who was finally frozen occupied all of his consciousness.

Even though Little Bena forgave him, he still couldn't forgive himself.

No matter how it is explained, Bai Chi ......

After all, he died by his own hands.

From the moment he lifted the pen, Nangong's heart returned to Datang, and Datang flowed under his pen and fell on the paper.

What you think in your heart is what you paint.

As a result, the Tang Dynasty on paper became a face.

Bai Chi's face.

His eyebrows were straight, and it was the Rongtian Ridge that stretched across it.

The bridge of his nose is the towering Far North Tianshan Mountain.

The left eye is Kunlun, and the right eye is Nanping. The broad forehead is a flat snowfield......

In his eyes, he could also see everyone Nangong saw in Datang, Murong Chasing Wind Su Manman, Heichi Master and Apprentice Wolf Tooth Army, the Five Demons of the Wicked, and the Five Absolute Spirits...... It's all on it.

Every stroke is every step that Bai Chi has accompanied him through.

Each painting is every moment that Bai Chi accompanies him.

The pen misses, and the pen feels guilty.

There was a tick, and suddenly a tear fell on the counter, and little Bena whispered: "Daddy......" (To be continued.) )