Zhang Han left, a few guys finally let go, a few teenagers in No. 6 don't look at their age, but the amount of wine and wine are all first-class good, even Chu Ci, a little girl who has never touched wine, was infected by their atmosphere, drank two glasses, and his little face suddenly turned red, like a shy peach blossom, so that several teenagers looked straight in their eyes.

Only after life and death can they be called brothers, and the five people at the table at this time really regard the people around them as brothers who have passed their lives, and drink wine one by one, as if they don't want money.

Zhou Ping was finally carried back to the room by Chu Ci, and the other guys were all similar, all unconscious.

The son of a Qinglou woman, a little beggar, the son of a prince, and a crown prince, fell drunk on a wine table today, for no other reason, but because there was a brother in this wine.

The next day, Mu Changhai left the Taishi Mansion early, although he was able to have a clear conscience at this meal, but there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him in this capital, as a prince, he always had to think more.

Before leaving, those guys were still asleep, and after Mu Changhai said goodbye to Zhang Han, only Zhou Ping saw him off. The two parted ways, and Zhou Ping could see Mu Changhai's changes even if he was stupid.

This young man who once wished to never live in the emperor's house has gradually begun to compromise with his identity at some point. Zhou Ping didn't know what prompted him to change, but as long as he was a person from No. 6, he was still willing to get drunk at a wine table with these brothers, who cares what it becomes?

He is going home with Chu Ci after today, but he is not in such a hurry, Chu Ci also wants to go around Kyoto for another day and buy some Kyoto rouge gouache for his mother at home.

Zhang Xiaoyue saw that the big guys were scattered, and his smile was inevitably a little bitter, he had been alone since his mother died, so every time he was reunited during the festive season, when the lights of thousands of homes were on, it was also the loneliest time for him.

Zhang Hanzhong's family he can't stay, no matter how depressed he Zhang Xiaoyue is, he doesn't have the habit of sending people under the fence in this big family, but fortunately, he also has his own residence in Kyoto, although it is a little broken, but haven't they all come over like this over the years.

Not long after, Zhou Ping actually returned with Chu Ci, and happened to block Zhang Xiaoyue, who was about to leave.

"Zhang Xiaoyue, brother has to ask you for a favor. Zhou Ping smiled and hugged Zhang Xiaoyue's shoulders and said, "No one in this Kyoto rouge gouache shop has studied more than you, Chu Ci and I want to choose some good rouge gouache for our mother at home and help follow the staff officer." ”

Zhang Xiaoyue was stunned when she heard this, and then smiled bitterly and waved her hand, "It's okay for the two of you to go shopping, I still won't bother you." ”

"How can this be said to be an interruption?" Chu Ci's eyes widened, his face full of incredulity.

"Zhang Xiaoyue, the rouge you pour in the academy on weekdays is very popular with my sisters, if you say who is the most picky rouge in the entire Sage Academy, you Zhang Xiaoyue recognizes the first, those rich ladies don't even dare to recognize the second, they all get the third and line up!"

The most unpleasant thing for Zhang Xiaoyue is to boast, not to mention that the person who praised him was such a beautiful girl as Chu Ci, so this guy naturally agreed.

After accompanying Chu Ci for a day, the two old men didn't want to raise their eyelids when they were tired, Zhang Xiaoyue understood Zhou Ping's thoughts at the moment, which was clearly to let herself carry Chu Ci's bag!

That night, Zhang Xiaoyue was naturally arranged by the two of them to the inn, Zhang Xiaoyue was not ambiguous, she carried a bag for a day, and she should live better?

But Zhang Xiaoyue still got up at dawn the next day, Zhou Ping and the others were going back to their hometown today, and he was going back to his shack, slowly waiting for the day of school next year.

Zhang Xiaoyue, who had just dressed and went out, found that Zhou Ping and Chu Ci had already packed their luggage and stood at the door.

"You two are going home. Although Zhang Xiaoyue was a little bitter in her heart, she still said with a smile, "I won't send you away, I just know that you should be careful along the way." ”

With that, Zhang Xiaoyue walked through the two of them and walked down the stairs of the inn step by step, and when he reached the last step, a familiar voice stopped him behind him.

"Zhang Xiaoyue!"

Zhang Xiaoyue, who had just gone downstairs, glanced back, and Zhou Ping, who was upstairs, threw his package on Zhang Xiaoyue's face, who hurriedly picked up the package before hearing a word from upstairs.

"Let's go with my brother. ”

"What?" Zhang Xiaoyue, who had just received the package, widened her eyes and asked, "Zhou Ping, what did you just say?"

"Come back with us. Chu Ci said softly, "You and Zhou Ping are brothers, aren't they?"

Zhang Xiaoyue smiled bitterly and scratched her head, "Zhou Ping is my brother, yes, but I really ......"

"It's a brother, don't say so much. Chu Ci walked up to Zhang Xiaoyue, threw his package on Zhang Xiaoyue, and smiled slightly.

"Isn't your brother's home your home?"

Hearing Chu Ci's words, Zhang Xiaoyue was stunned for a long time, Zhou Ping walked down the stairs and slowly patted Zhang Xiaoyue's shoulder.

"I know you don't want to send people under the fence, if you live in the Taishi Mansion, Zhang Hanzhong is naturally willing, but I have never been able to stand the slightest white eye from outsiders. ”

"I live in the middle of nowhere, and I don't have anything to entertain you, if you go, you don't have to worry about climbing us, and you have to work when you get busy during the New Year, you really want me to raise you for nothing?"

Zhang Xiaoyue took a deep breath and turned her head to look at Chu Ci, who smiled and nodded at him. Everything is in plain sight.

In this way, Zhang Xiaoyue really followed Zhou Ping and the two back to their hometown in a carriage.

There are no bustling streets or high-ceilinged pavilions, but there is always smoke rising from the cooking.

"Thank you. Zhang Xiaoyue said to Zhou Ping while holding the package.

Zhou Ping stretched out his hand and ravaged his hair fiercely, and said with a smile: "How long will you thank me in your life before you are satisfied?"

Zhang Xiaoyue, who had a chicken nest on her head, finally didn't shed tears this time, just looked at Kyoto, which was gradually moving away outside the carriage, and muttered a word.

"That's naturally a lifetime of thanks. ”

Chu Ci's mother is a very good woman, seeing the two of them go home with their friends, they were very warm to Zhang Xiaoyue, and even gave the two pairs of cloth shoes she made to Zhang Xiaoyue and Zhou Ping respectively.

The word home really hasn't appeared in Zhang Xiaoyue's life for a long time. At this time, just like Zhou Ping back then, he lived in a thatched house at the foot of the mountain, as if he had been reborn.

The first thing Chu Li did after coming back was to go with Zhou Ping to incense the old cigarette pouch, the tomb was still the same tomb, but Zhou Ping was no longer the Zhou Ping of the year.

"Uncle Chu, after finishing my studies at the Sage Academy, I want to join the army! I will go to the Yama Army!" Zhou Ping looked at the tombstone of the old cigarette pouch and said his future plans for the first time.

Chu Li was silent for a moment when he heard this, patted Zhou Ping's brain and said with a smile, "Yan Luojun never talks about relationships, regardless of identity, even if you can only start as a big-headed soldier, with your current talent and identity, can you endure this hardship?"

Zhou Ping stepped forward and gently wiped away the dust on the tombstone of the old cigarette pouch with his hand, turned his head to look directly at Chu Li, and said with a resolute look in his eyes, "I have tasted the most bitter taste in this world, how can I care about eating more?"

Chu Li smiled slightly when he saw this, this stubbornness was somewhat similar to that guy.

There was a burst of firecrackers in the distance, and Zhou Ping slowly stood up and smiled slightly at the tomb

"Old cigarette pouch, it's the New Year. ”

Over the mountains, you will always encounter rivers, the hardships of life are inexhaustible, and the road of life is also inexhaustible.

Zhou Ping, the young man who was expected to be safe for a lifetime, only smiled slightly in the face of the mountain that had been lying in front of him for twenty years.

"Who asked Lao Tzu to call Zhou Ping!"