The Wind Lady gasped and struggled to her feet.

Walk into the house and close the door slowly.

Softly put the woman on the bed, closed her eyes quietly, and thought carefully about what she had done in the past two days.

Outside there was already the sound of horses neighing, and most of the people who were hurrying were toiling, and entered the inn with the disgust and weariness of the journey.

The shopkeeper seemed extremely busy and even harder.

Downstairs gradually there was a crowd of people, and there was also vitality, and everyone came to look at the snowman, which was not very delicate, but it was enough to make the tired people laugh.

The sunlight has gradually become more enthusiastic, and everything has quietly become transparent, a mysterious transparency.

Not far away, there is already a new year on the street.

Everywhere is crowded with vendors, and each of them wants to make more money at the end of the year, go back to buy more New Year's goods, and have a good New Year comfortably.

I don't want my children to drool when they see rock sugar gourds, and feel shameless when they see other people's new clothes.

Everyone seems to be desperately trying to live, and this kind of life is not only tiring, but also disgusting.

Maybe every hawker has the same heart, they all want to get some happiness while getting food and clothing, especially the smile on the child's face.

Feng Niangzi turned the woman over, covered it with a quilt, and quietly swept to the side.

She didn't want to move for a moment, she was very tired.

Everything in the house had been changed, even the fire.

The charcoal in the fire had been added, even more so before he came in.

The mink on the hanger is still there, not the slightest change.

The wide bed was extremely soft, and this woman must have endured a lot of pain and torture on the journey, which is why she was extremely delicate and weak.

The window was ajar, and on the side of the window was a table with a quaint jar of wine, the mud seal had not been opened, and the soil on it had not yet dried, with a faint dampness.

A few small side dishes are extremely delicate and tempting.

The wine glass looks extremely bright, even if it is a light wine put in it, it will become a fine wine, which is undoubtedly Jingdezhen's ceramics.

Feng Niangzi smiled, and her smile was also extremely tired and weak.

So she tried to catch her breath for a while, and then walked to the window to enjoy everything on the table.

Tearing open the mud seal and sniffing it gently, her body suddenly had strength and spirit.

"Good wine."

She also has a study of wine, although she is not as good as Yang Qing, but she can also distinguish what kind of wine it is, and how many years of wine it has been sinking in.

It is not surprising that a prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, without the company of wine, is very bad, sad, and may make some people unable to live.

Feng Niangzi only smelled it once, and knew that it was Moutai, and it must have been buried in the ground for at least forty years.

In the heart of the prodigal son, this wine is simply more holy and great than the first love.

She smiled.

Some people seem to be really not things, but they are very thoughtful and meticulous to people.

The sneer is obviously much more generous and careful than the cold sword.

This is a good wine that Feng Niangzi likes, she may not remember where her first love affair happened, but she deeply remembers where she drank Moutai for the first time.

This is the feeling of the prodigal son, a feeling of sadness and heartbreak.

The prodigal son is ruthless, and this saying is true, only because they have been deeply wounded by love.

That's why I became ruthless and didn't believe in feelings.

Whether it is family affection, love, or friendship, they have been deeply hurt, and the wound is not only completely successful, but also very complete.

That's why the prodigal son is ruthless.

If one day a prodigal son says that he likes you, don't believe it, because they don't have the passion to like it, and they don't have the strength to deal with it, and they don't bother to enjoy it.

Because from the moment they were hurt, God had taken away that emotion from them, and they deserved it, let alone had the right to enjoy it.

So the prodigal son is not only ruthless, but also pitiful.

The flush on her face had drifted up, and she was clearly not very good at drinking.

She stared out the window, the sun was getting more intense, and it was nearly noon.

The figures on the street had not dispersed, and the snowman had become thin and strange, like a deformed demon, without a trace of cuteness, and could not attract everyone's attention.

The briquettes had almost fallen off, and the carrots were crooked.

She wanted to drink more, but she felt very weak and dizzy, so she sat on the ground and vomited, spitting out all the wine she had drunk.

The Wind Lady fell limply on the cold, hard floor, gasping for breath.

Why does a person become very clear in his mind when he is very drunk?

The events of a long, long time ago were hazy in front of her eyes, and they broke her heart and made her sad for a long time.

That year was really the season of flowers in her life, beautiful, brilliant and brilliant, full of enthusiasm, hope, confidence and courage for everything.

It was also in that year that the cold-blooded, merciless ice and snow not only took her mother away, but also brought a new one, and she left the house.

When you leave home, you become a prodigal son, a ruthless prodigal son.

She stole it, she cheated, she robbed, and she didn't remember who cheated her virginity, and she didn't remember how many people she had defrauded of her virginity.

In this way, we live in a world of deception and deception, and no one is deceived and deceives ourselves.

Human life may be really boring and helpless.

Feng Niangzi doesn't remember when she was intoxicated, and she doesn't remember how much she ate on the table.

She vaguely saw a figure, delicately lifting herself up and helping her onto the bed.

The man is delicate, delicate and weak with every movement.

Liu ecstasy stared at her, the pity and sympathy in her eyes were even stronger, and her heart was deeply pierced by her.

She must have been a poor person and lonely.

Because a person will not drink desperately for no reason, and get himself drunk, he must have his own sad past that is difficult to forget.

Liu ecstasy gently wiped the remaining mess from the corner of her mouth, and stared at her quietly.

As if quietly pitying and sympathizing with this woman.

This woman must have a sad past that she can't release, and Liu ecstasy gently stroked her body, especially her stomach, which was even lighter.

Liu ecstasy suddenly felt so lonely, a silent loneliness and emptiness.

Wusheng is no longer there, and neither is Yang Qing.

The people in the parting spell are gone, the lone eagle is dead, the snow eagle is dead, the wine eagle is dead, ...... is dead.

They are all young and energetic, but unfortunately they are all dead, and they should not die like this, because they have the ability to enjoy the pleasure and excitement of youth more than anyone else, and they have the right to enjoy it.

This may be fate, fate is so that no one can disobey it.

No one was able to violate it before, no one is violating it now, and no one will violate it in the future.

She no longer had the intention of spitting, but she had become cold.

The relentless indifference had caused the woman's body to twitch slightly, and Liu Ecstasy gently hugged her,......。