The first jar of wine quickly bottomed out, and Yan Changan continued to open the second jar.

Nearly half of the dishes on the table had been eaten by the two of them, and most of them had gone into Shu Nong's mouth.

Yan Changan didn't know when there was another bowl in his hand, which was filled with water, Yan Changan sandwiched the vegetables, and poured them inside, and a layer of red oil floated on the clean water surface, and Yan Changan put the dishes in his mouth.

Yan Changan swallowed the green vegetables that were still spicy in his mouth, and saw that the water before was already full of red oil, he bent down and took out a bowl from the basket, just poured the water, and glanced at it, Shu Nong next to him almost buried his face in the bowl, but Yan Changan brought a small bowl, no matter how small her face was, she couldn't bury her whole face in the bowl.

Shu Nong also seemed to realize this, his face was wrinkled, and he seemed to be straining, "Hmm! With a snort, he tried to force his face into the bowl.

Yan Changan noticed that she was wrong, and hurriedly grabbed her shoulder with one hand, took the porcelain bowl with the other, and forcibly separated the two.

Shu Nong turned his head, his eyes were clouded with tears, he shed tears aggrievedly, and reached out to grab the bowl in his hand.

Yan Changan was startled, blocked her outstretched hands with one hand, and hurriedly put down the porcelain bowl that he had snatched in his hand.

Shu Nong saw that she couldn't grab it, she shrugged her shoulders sadly and wept, tears fell down drop by drop, she seemed to feel uncomfortable in her eyes, and reached out to rub her eyes with her hand dipped in chili peppers.

Yan Changan hurriedly grabbed her wrist again, grabbing one with one hand.

Fortunately, her wrists were slender, Yan Changan put her two hands together, held one hand in a dream, and with the other hand, took out a clean and white handkerchief with no pattern from his arms and put it in her hand, letting go of one of her wrists.

Who knew that Shu Nong pinched the handkerchief and looked at the sun, reached out and threw the handkerchief into his arms, still wiping it with his hands.

Yan Changan couldn't, so he had to control her again and wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes by himself.

Shu Nong was still sobbing, Douda's tears were endless, Yan Changan wiped the left and right, and most of the handkerchief was soaked with her warm tears.

Yan Changan sighed lightly, lowered his eyes to look at her, and softened his voice: "What are you crying about?" ”

It's okay not to ask, but as soon as he asked, Shu Nong cried even more fiercely, as if he couldn't hold it back, and his mouth also emitted intermittent whimpering.

"Woo ......"

Yan Changan pursed his lips slightly, he knew that Shu Nong's appearance might be because he met the Shu family, he didn't understand the reason why Shu Nong didn't go back to Shu's house, and he didn't know how to comfort the crying girl, almost at a loss.

At this moment, Shu Nong broke free from her restraint, pulled his shirt with one hand, and his head also approached, pouting slightly under his nose, even more sad: "My mouth hurts." ”

“......？”

Yan Changan lowered his head, his eyes followed her voice to her reddened and swollen lips, and suddenly fell silent.

Shu Nong blinked, the crystal tears on her eyelashes fell, the corners of her eyes were red, and when she saw that Yan Changan didn't speak, she became more and more aggrieved, and said, "My mouth hurts." ”

“……”

Yan Changan was silent for a moment, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, his eyes were slightly bent, and he reached out to take the clear water that had been poured before and had not yet had time to use, a little novel, and said with a smile: "Will the sword spirit also get drunk?" ”

Shu Nong was immersed in his emotions, and didn't listen to what Yan Changan said, only grabbed the placket of his clothes, and repeated again: "My mouth hurts so much." ”

Seeing that the person in front of her still didn't help her solve the problem, her eyes blinked a few times, and tears rolled down one after another, and she emphasized again with a crying voice: "My mouth really hurts." ”

Yan Changan brought Qing Shui to her and corrected her: "It's a spicy mouth." ”

Shu Nong looked down at the bowl containing Qing Shui between the two of them, slowly loosened Yan Changan's placket, stared at Qing Shui for a moment, and suddenly reached out to hold the porcelain bowl, not waiting for Yan Changan to let go, she lowered her head again, still trying to stuff her face into the bowl.

Yan Changan hurriedly held her forehead.

Shu Nong didn't struggle, leaned softly on his palm, and even raised his head obediently according to his strength, only looking at him with a pair of moist eyes and complaining.

Yan Changan sighed again, and handed the water to her mouth as if resigned: "Drink." ”

Shu Nong seemed to suddenly understand, and finally no longer had to stuff his face into the bowl, one hand pulled the placket of his clothes again, and the other hand gently put it on Yan Changan's wrist, and swallowed the water in small gulps with his hand.

The behavior of the two of them is true, and they are a little closer.

Shu Nong's face was close at hand, Yan Changan looked at her quietly drinking water while crying aggrieved, and his heart suddenly seemed to be scratched by something, which made him involuntarily think of when he was on the thirty-sixth floor of the Trial Tower.

He was in great pain, his mind was chaotic and uncomfortable, and even Zhihai seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't even think, as if he was trapped in an inescapable abyss, feeling the cold, and could only wait hopelessly for death to come.

It wasn't until Shu Nong appeared that he was freed from the chaos.

His thoughts were fluttering because of the sudden throbbing, and Shu Nong grabbed his wrist and was about to finish drinking the water in the bowl.

In fact, she didn't really have a sense of taste that suddenly became sensitive, and her mouth was so hot that it was unbearable, but after eating so many heavy dishes at one time, she inevitably felt thirsty, and she drank a glass of wine in her stomach because of thirst, which only aggravated her thirst.

The water in the bowl has bottomed out, but Shu Nong is not satisfied.

She grabbed Yan Chang'an's wrist instead, her gaze moved slowly, and finally landed on the stone table and was placed in the teapot containing the water on his side.

Shu Nong got up suddenly, his head was heavy and his body was light, and before Yan Changan could help her, he was almost knocked to the ground by her sudden impact.

Yan Changan snorted, wrapped around her waist, and held the stone table in time, so as to avoid the end of the two of them rolling to the ground together.

He didn't care about drunkards, grabbed Shu Nong's waist and wanted to put the person down, but he didn't expect Shu Nong to crawl on top of him in the posture of his arms.

"You-"

He was about to make a sound, Shu Nong moved in his arms, and pounced again, Yan Changan's face hit Shu Nong's abdomen hard.

He clearly heard Shu Nong "vomit" when she was hit, but she continued to move.

Yan Changan's face turned dark, and his broad palm pinched Shu Nong's waist and lifted him down.

Fortunately, Shu Nong got what he wanted, even if he was pressed back to the stone bench by Yan Changan, he hugged the teapot with a smile.

She looked at Yan Changan, snorted, took the bowl just now, and poured herself a full bowl of water.

There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, but she was content to hold the porcelain bowl and began to gulp down the water.

She didn't want him to pour her another bowl of water, the drunken Shu Nong thought, and touched the teapot with his free hand.

Isn't it good to grab them all?