……

When Song Qing woke up, there was no Zhao Cheng on the grass beside him.

It was morning, and the sun had just risen for a while. It was about half past five. Generally speaking, the sunrise is around five o'clock in the morning, so Song Qing has obviously missed the sunrise.

At this time, a breeze is blowing, and the wild flowers are gently swaying with the breeze, and the posture is swaying, like a little girl dancing in the sun.

Although the night had passed, there was still a faint smell of alcohol in the air at this time.

"What about people?"

Not seeing anyone around him, Song rubbed his eyes lightly, rolled over and sat up from the grass.

Turn your head to look around.

Soon Song Qing saw the third master, and he was standing not far from her left at this time. It was quiet, I don't know what he was thinking.

He was dressed in a black robe and stood with his hands in his hands.

The long inky hair hung down from his waist, and the golden headband tied in his hair was very conspicuous.

The breeze ruffled a strand of his long hair and blew his headband.

Seeing him, some discordant scenes instantly came to mind.

Song's face became hot with a light rub.

Probably sensing Song Qing's gaze, Zhao Cheng glanced back at her. Seeing that she woke up, Zhao Cheng turned around and walked slowly towards her.

Soon he stood in front of Song Qing.

Zhao Cheng looked down slightly at Song Qing who was sitting on the grass. Maybe it's because I just woke up, my hair is still a little messy, and I don't even know where the step shake that was still plugged in yesterday now doesn't know where it has fallen.

"Wake up."

Hearing his question, Song nodded in response.

"Well, wake up." Speaking of this, Song looked up at him lightly.

Facing his gaze, Song Qing felt that his face was even hotter.

"Third master, morning, that, did you sleep well last night?"

After saying that, Song Qing regretted it.

I'm a pig's head, what are you talking about? Now I feel very embarrassed, it's really a pot that can't be opened, and it's going to die.

“……”

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Song Qing with a complicated look, and nodded in response.

"It's fine."

Song Qing lowered his head embarrassedly, and poked his fingers at the wildflowers beside him.

"That's good, that's good."

Speaking of this, Song Qing opened his mouth and asked again, "You drank too much last night, do you feel uncomfortable now?" ”

Zhao Cheng said lightly after hearing this.

"Headache."

Song Qing was helpless?_?'.

"You drank all the wine you brought with you alone, and it didn't hurt. I'll make you a bowl of decanting soup when you get back, and you'll be better when you drink it." ”

Zhao Cheng nodded.

"Hmm."

"The decanting soup I cooked should be pretty good, I learned it when my mother used to live in decanting soup."

Song Qing was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so he opened his mouth to explain again.

"Mom is mother, dad, is father, my dad used to get drunk, drank the sobering soup cooked by my mother, and just slept well."

Zhao Cheng nodded, but he didn't think there was anything strange about Song Qing's title. After all, the customs are different in different places, and sometimes there are different names.

"Then let's go back first!"

As he spoke, Song stood up lightly from the grass.

Just as she wanted to reach out and pat the grass on her body, she saw a small snake crawling leisurely not far to her left. At this time, the little flower snake was spitting out snake letters, and his head was held high.

Song was stunned for two seconds, then jumped up in an instant, and hid behind Zhao Cheng as fast as he could.

"Third master, over there, over there."

"Help, you need to find a way."

God knows, she's really afraid of dying of this kind of thing one by one.

Snakes, no matter how big or small, as long as they are snakes, there are very few women who are not afraid. And Song Qing is naturally not one of those few.