The wine is not very full.

Omer, who was going to go to the kitchen to wash dishes and dishes, was pushed out of the kitchen.

Although most of the chefs have their own insistence, the girl's domination of the 'dishwashing link' is more like the commonality of thinking of a kind of Dongyan housewife.

Omer didn't force this, after all, there was a dishwasher at home.

After briefly confirming that he was able to operate the model, he returned to the hallway leading to the living room, but instead of fully stepping in, he turned to the side of the staircase that went upstairs.

This operation can be said to be that he foresaw the turbulent atmosphere of the current living room, or it can be said that he shamefully succumbed to the 'coercion' of a certain buddy.

There is no doubt that although there has been no clearer instruction, the 'false shot' that caused him to have a heart attack not long ago is a direct warning.

And when the other party is not in the living room after the meal, but he does not set foot in the rooms that will obscure the perception, but on the balcony where the door can be opened to explore the source and sweep it.

Omer had to sigh at his understanding, and with his usual imperceptible silent footsteps, he sought out the blue-haired silhouette on the edge of the balcony.

The long, waterfall-like hair has a smooth transition from sky blue to dark blue, and when it reaches the end, its color is almost ink-deep, almost black.

The long hair is certainly eye-catching, but the slender dragon tail that extends from the holes in the close-fitting cut at the back of the clothes is even more elegant, and it is slightly synchronized with the long hair that is blown by the wind, and walks with the night wind.

Throughout the ages, long and silky hair has been a choice to accentuate the quality of 'femininity', both men and women.

It's not a conventional culture, it's a simple visual impact.

It ripples like ripples, moves like a curtain, and has a feminine beauty.

All people in this world are visual animals, even if they have the consciousness of 'not judging people by their appearance', but the feedback of the subconscious mind on the appearance is always inevitable.

Nowadays, there are so-called "tomboy" attribute female figures, who are basically characterized by a healthy short hair, so coupled with masculine behavior, they can interpret the definition of that attribute.

In this respect, it is counterintuitive for Ormer to regard Ling as a buddy.

After all, the other party not only has long soft hair, but at the moment the elbows on the balcony are slightly tilted, but also shows the obvious feminine posture, which can be described as a wonderful posture, and its voice is far from neutral, no matter how you look at it, it is difficult to ignore the difference in gender.

It is undeniable that Omer did not see Ling as a female brother at first.

But the more you get along, the more you can appreciate the overly strong and distinct personality.

Sad dreams, drunk and picked.

He is still old and the wind is still there, and the old iron armor is new.

Where did I hear such words, but there is no record in Omer's chip.

Maybe it's in a dream.

He had always felt that most of his impressions of Ling were derived from dreams that he could not remember most clearly.

Those dreams were obscure, like clouds of smoke, occasionally giving birth to words, occasionally flashing gold and iron, and even surging boiling copper and the howling wind.

And singing.

It was by no means the electronica, rock, and piano sounds that I was used to in my daily life.

It was a song of generosity, and it had a shock that was so vivid that it left him at a loss.

He often thinks he should do something, but he can't think of what to do.

But he is by no means a mediocre person who has no form and no way to start, just as he is now more and more aware of what the content of the absurd dream is that he can't remember.

As long as there is a contour, he can draw the shape after all.

Rhode Island's staff profiles vary in permissions, and visitors can only see the shallow level, but the Rhode Island Forum is a treasure.

All it takes is a plug-in to assist in information scraping to dig out countless words from the vast amount of information.

And as a Baide who spent half of his childhood and youth in the Dongyan-style school and the territory of Dongyan.

Omer's understanding of Dongyan culture is better than that of many natives who are indifferent to it, and from those words and phrases alone, from those smoky images, he can already delineate the type of stage in which those fragments are located.

In this way, the vortex that I often feel strange and discordant is smoothed.

Since when? I changed from insisting on the title of 'Miss Ling' to 'Ling'?

Since when? As long as there is nothing to delay, he will naturally take the wine glass she handed over?

And when did it start? My impression of Ling has changed from 'a beautiful eldest sister who seems to be happy with herself' to 'a female brother who doesn't need to shy away from many things'?

Many, many, many of these questions have been in the form of a ladder, step by step over time, and they have been built up in his heart.

It's just that his habit of always getting answers in his own way and without a trace makes him almost never take the initiative to ask the other party, let alone discuss it with anyone.

In the end, it turned out that he really didn't need to do that.

He could always find the answer on his own, and then slowly walked to her side as if he could calmly catch the rhythm of the other party, and then heard her suddenly say:

"At that time, I stayed in Jiangnan, and it was no different from the boundary of Dongyan on your side."

"The wine is very sweet, there are many exquisite objects, more flowers and plants, insects, scenery and people's feelings, all of which are so interesting, but year after year, people have changed for several generations, things are still those things, beauty is beautiful, but the small bridge and flowing water, the deceased are like this, always make me feel lost."

She looked at the night scene in the distance, her purple eyes were boundless, as if she was thinking about the past in her words.

Omer stood aside, leaning against the fence that was still quite high, and looked at the ceiling.

"And then I met Brother Chongyue?" He asked.

"That's right," Ling said softly, "by chance, my eldest brother taught me to use a sword, and I said what I thought in my heart, and at that time, my eldest brother persuaded me to go to Yumen. ”

"A side stopper." He closed his eyes slightly, as if he could imagine such a scene.

"Well, the mountains are far away, and the spring breeze is not coming."

"That lonely city is in front of the desert, and there is nothing but it, only the invading enemies are surging, and those soldiers of the Great Flame are killing each other."

"The desert is smoking, the lonely city is listening to the drums, and I can't remember how many battles I have had." Ling also slowly closed his eyes.

"The rough faces, the warm blood, the different country sounds, every one of those soldiers is so vivid in my heart, including the appearance of them being swallowed up by the fierce battle."

“…… Who said that the general has the will to die, so the new willow is born every year. Omer opened his eyes and lowered his head.

The balcony and the front passage are not lit, and all light sources come from outside the balcony.

They couldn't shine under the balcony fence, but the demon's eyes could still make out the unconscious swaying of the blue tail with a faint light.

It still seems to be in response to the bleak autumn night wind.

"Yes, I told you at that time, you can't remember that, but you still remember this," Ling smiled, opened his eyes, and looked at the second quarter moon that seemed equally lonely under the bustling night scene, "When I left Jiangnan, I traveled for a hundred years in that land that is too similar to Dongyan here, and I felt that the world was prosperous and saw through, and the romantic characters were all eye-catching, but there are still scenes in this world that I have never seen, and feelings that I have never experienced, this feeling, can you understand?" ”

"Meet, meet," said Omer softly, raising his hand to remove the gourd from her metal staff hanging beside her, and handing it to her, "there will always be differences, and there will always be traces." ”

And she didn't turn her head, but she was able to raise her hand and take it steadily, and took a big sip when she picked it up, and then whispered:

"I always remember that time, that lonely city."

"It is that lonely city that makes you realize that there are still many unfinished things in this world."

Omer said, lifting his foot slightly, using the instep against the end of the dragon's tail that hung naturally and almost served as a vacuum cleaner.

The latter seems to be unaware.

"Well, that's why I came here again after that, and after me, it's Xiao Nian, Xiao Xi, and the eldest brother who was sent and the little sister who came to communicate with me at the moment."

"Actually, it's the same with millet."

When she said this, she finally turned her head and looked at Omer on the side, which was quite a long foreshadowing of the final dagger.

"She used to learn and get along with a farmer, and she was the one who cared most about people's livelihood among our brothers and sisters, and she was also the one who looked forward to stability the most."

"In the past, she didn't manage everyone so strictly, but after coming here, her life was too stable, which made her look forward to everyone's stable life better than before."

"But you won't be affected too much by the world here like she did."

"The eldest brother has always been very clear about himself, although he is reckless, but because of that recklessness, she has never changed much, and although there are too many taboos in Xi, the taboos are nothing in the complicated world here."

"And I ......"

Ling was silent for a moment, she should have defined herself by leisure, but somehow, at this moment, she couldn't say it.

Instead, the other party opened his mouth and took her euphemistic words.

"And you, know the vastness of the world."

Seeing that the long tail was rising, Omer quietly moved back to his feet.

"In the past, you were drunk with the note, and now you have to enjoy your life."

"Ah, indeed."

Ling smiled pleasantly, and instead handed the gourd to Ormer.

"Don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon?" She raised the gourd and signaled to the lonely moon in the sky.

"What about my gold bottle?" The red eyes seemed dissatisfied.

"Don't you?" The purple eyes smiled.

"I really have it," Omer really appeared in his hand with a small wine glass in his hand shaking slightly, and the silver chain on his cuffs was shining, as if he had been prepared to hand it out, "but I don't see that you have time to take it out for me." ”

And Ling didn't care, just picked up some gourds.

"It's okay if you don't have it, come, full."

"Okay." Omer glanced at her helplessly, but saw that the other party's arm slightly blocked the field of vision, and could only see the eyebrows and eyes that were as free and casual as ever.

Sure enough, the love of children and daughters is not suitable for this brother at all, he thought.