"Mid-Autumn Festival? What is that, and what kind of festival do you call it? No wonder, no one comes to this small shop these days, and the feelings are all going home for the holidays, why do you seem to have holidays from time to time. ”

Qingluo pulled off the cork of the wine jug, picked up the wine jug and put it under the tip of his small and delicate nose, the wings of his nose moved slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked a pleasant smile, and then he directly raised his head to the pot and drank.

Her snow neck, carved from white jade, squirmed up and down regularly, and in an instant, the jug was half empty.

"Ah~ Smack, it's delicious."

Qingluo let out a heartfelt moan very casually, smacked his mouth again, stretched out his tongue and licked his rosy lips, completely ignoring the so-called "ladylike manners".

"Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, life is only a hundred years in the world, the world is running for life every day, there are always some days of relaxation. Moreover, each of these festivals embodies the wisdom and blood and sweat of countless people over thousands of years, and we should inherit and carry it forward in this life. ”

"The so-called Mid-Autumn Festival is the time when all things are harvested, and the ancestors celebrate the harvest ......"

Qingya patiently explained the story of the Mid-Autumn Festival to her, but Qingluo only cared about the osmanthus wine and moon cakes in front of her, she responded to Qingya's words perfunctorily, but her mouth didn't stop, two or three times, a palm-sized moon cake entered her stomach.

"It's too sweet, it's not delicious, it's not delicious, next time you bring a meat filling."

Qingluo patted the remaining crust crumbs on his hands, and rubbed his palm on Qingya's sleeve a few times, wiping all the oil stains on his hands on Qingya's body.

"No problem, you speak, I'll do it."

"Hehe, the son can be taught, if there is nothing to do, you can go back quickly, after three rounds of drinking, the little woman is a little tired. This young man, he won't do anything rude to me, a weak woman who has no power to restrain chickens, in broad daylight and when there is no one around, right? ”

Qingluo hugged himself tightly with both hands, stood up and took a few steps back, pretending to tremble, but under such a weak appearance, there was enough strength to subdue him in an instant.

"Since the proprietress has issued an eviction order, then I will retire first, boss, goodbye to the rivers and lakes." With that, Qingya dropped a few copper coins and put them on the table, picked up the hat beside him, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait, this guest officer, you don't have enough money."

At some point, Qingluo teleported to the gate, stretched out his smooth and slender right leg, and stopped Qingya's footsteps to step out of the threshold. ”

"Oh, just these few bowls of tea, how many silver taels does the proprietress want to charge me?"

Qingya simply leaned against the door, waiting for her offer.

"Ten taels...... Gold. ”

Qingluo folded the index fingers of both hands horizontally and vertically, and quoted a price that was bigger than the lion's mouth.

"The girl is really good at business."

Although she said this, Qingya still obediently put an ingot of ten taels of gold in the palm of her hand.

"Alas, I'm a weak woman walking everywhere, how can I do it without any money? As a great disciple of the Heavenly Fall Gate, what happened to me, a poor man. ”

With a grin, he hid the gold in his hand and lowered his right leg that was blocking the door.

"Huh? Why don't you leave, you don't really want to do anything to me, do you? ”

Seeing that he was still in place, Qingluo pushed him out.

"Wait a minute, I don't know how to get back, I mean, how am I going to wake up?"

The core mechanism has been cracked, and I should wake up quickly, but I can't walk back to Chang'an step by step like when I came.

"yes, I almost forgot you were still dreaming."

The glamorous woman in red hid her right hand behind her, approached Qingya with a shallow smile, and took advantage of the other party's defenselessness to suddenly clasp two fingers and knock on Qingya's forehead.

There was a "bang", accompanied by a loud knocking sound, and Qingya's figure disappeared in place.

"Goodbye, silly boy."

Qingluo waved goodbye to the green cliff that was gradually becoming transparent.

Chang'an, Qixia Mansion, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is still hanging on the branches of the laurel tree, and it seems that time has not passed long.

"It hurts, it hurts,"

Qingya covered her forehead and woke up from her dream, why would she be beaten every time she dreamed, let's meet in reality next time.

Qingya rubbed his forehead, which was still aching, but found that the three people who were originally playing and playing were all lying on the table in a daze due to the growing drunkenness, their eyes closed and closed, and they were half-asleep and half-awake.

Hua Qing'er's alcohol consumption has not been very good, Qingya knows it, but she belongs to the kind of vegetable and fun-loving appearance, every time she wants to get herself drunk, but every time she lies down first.

But this time, I did lose to her, and I don't know if I got drunk first just now, or if Qingluo pulled himself into a dream.

Yunxiu lives in Xishan all the year round, and although she has learned to drink when she is used to living alone, she has always used wine to drown her sorrows, and every time she holds up the wine glass, she hopes that the wine can quickly numb herself, so she quickly fell into a dream.

What Qingya didn't expect was that Qiu Chiyu was also drunk, and I don't know if it was because of her strong strength, which caused Qingya's image of her to always be a thousand cups of undrunk. In Qingya's imagination, at this moment, Qiu Chiyu should be holding the entire wine jar and loudly laughing "That's it, that's it" to a few people.

I don't know if Qiu Chiyu wakes up and finds that Qingya sees himself like this, he will knock on his bag angrily. But right now, Qingya looked at Qiu Chiyu sleeping in a daze, but felt a different kind of contrasting beauty.

In the past, her slightly heroic eyebrows and eyes seemed to melt at the moment, leaving only a soft and coquettish meaning. It is said that women are drunk and beautiful, and now it seems that this statement is indeed true.

"Sister Qing'er, Sister Qing'er."

Qingya first called a few times in Hua Qing'er's ear, and Hua Qing'er vaguely heard Qingya shouting to herself, and subconsciously responded to him,

"Hehe, Qingya, wake up, I'll win this time."

As she spoke, she didn't open her closed eyes, and the wine exhaled from her mouth hit Qingya's face, which was the fragrance of jasmine mixed with a faint sweetness, which made people can't help but twitch their heartstrings.

"yes, you won this time, you're drunk, why don't we go home."

"Okay, okay, whoa."

Hua Qing'er vaguely agreed to Qingya, but subconsciously opened her mouth wide and bit Qingya's face.

Qingya deftly dodged her "attack", only to hear her teeth colliding with each other, making a crisp "click" sound, and then Hua Qing'er fell down again.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

She was like a little rabbit, her eyes were closed and she wanted to judge the location of Qingya by smell, and after locking on Qingya, she opened her mouth wide and bit Qingya.

Qingya was worried that she would bite her tongue like Fang Cai, so this time he didn't dodge and handed her his side face.

"Whew"

Hua Qing'er bit Qingya's ear, but Qingya didn't feel any pain. Hua Qing'er just bit his ear lightly with her teeth, smirking hehehe.

At the last feast of bliss, Hua Qing'er knew that ears seemed to be Qingya's weakness, so this time she picked on his ears.

The sound of exhalation at such a close distance came into the ear canal, and the moistness between her lips could be felt on the pinna, and a burst of electricity-like numbness instantly spread from Qingya's waist to half of her body. Qingya reflexively straightened her upper body, as if she was frozen, motionless at the mercy of Hua Qing'er.

"Hey, do you think I'm really drunk? You bad boy, drunk and dreaming, but the dream is another girl, and you are still reading people's names in public. Why, you can't forget that Qingluo girl like this? ”

Hua Qing'er deliberately lowered her voice, and the melodious voice like a clear spring was like a small drop of water at the moment, all of which dripped into Qingya's ear canal, washing his soul inside and out.

"This is as your punishment, now you can only obediently beg for mercy, as a sister, it's not like you're being caught."

Every word that Hua Qing'er spat out, Qingya was accompanied by a sense of paralysis and the pleasure of mental collision, and he really wanted Hua Qing'er to let go of himself to get out of the predicament that he was now unable to move. But at the same time, he hoped that Hua Qing'er could always bite his ear and whisper, the feeling of souls colliding with each other made Qingya a little fascinated, and he seemed to be a little addicted.

"Hey, why do you seem to enjoy it so much?"

Hua Qing'er opened half of her eyes slightly, but saw that Qingya's face was full of intoxication, and she suddenly felt a little strange.

"You don't, you have some special fetishes, right? Hehe, don't worry, I won't tell anyone, this is a trick that only I know about dealing with you, so I won't let others know. ”

Hua Qing'er let go of Qingya's ears, only to see that there was still a neat, shallow row of tooth marks on his ears, and some moist saliva was still stained on them.

"Whew"

Qingya exhaled a long breath as if he had unlocked the immobilization spell, and then the whole person seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and lay on the table softly.

And at this time, Hua Qing'er actually felt a hot feeling on her face in hindsight, although the relationship between the two has always been very good, but they have never had a more intimate action, at most they just hold hands like this, and the hug in the illusion, I don't know if it counts, after all, it is like a dream, and I can't remember how I felt at that time now.

This is the first time that the two have made such an intimate move, in fact, this is not very close in this prosperous era of relatively open folk customs, but for a young and ignorant girl, it is enough to make her shy.