Chapter 7 Dreams Without a Trace

Back at the pavilion, Shouyang County Ling had already made several tables of wine banquets to fulfill the friendship of the landlord. The palm hat did not refuse, and Tusu wine was also prepared on the wine table to dispel the cold and evil spirit for everyone.

After a few days of intense busyness, although there is no eyebrow on this side of the case, it is at least temporarily over, and it is indeed time for everyone to relax. Therefore, whether it was Zhangli or Wang Shao, they did not interfere with everyone's drinking. In the past few days, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Industry, and the Shouyang County Catchers have also become more and more familiar, and everyone is pushing glasses and changing lamps at the banquet, and eating meat is very lively.

In the family of the world, good wine is also a style, and Wang Shao is naturally no exception. This Tusu wine, the entrance is naturally spicy, and after drinking, it is naturally warmer than other wines, and the stomach is already a little drunk after a few glasses. I don't know how much I drank, I don't know how long I drank, and I was already drunk and hazy when the banquet dispersed.

Wang Shao was lying on the bed, and he actually had a dream after drinking, a long dream...

I don't know when, Wang Shao felt that he was lying on a piece of grass, the grass under him was soft, and the sun was so dazzling that his eyes couldn't be opened, so he just half-closed his eyes, spread his limbs, and lay lazily, letting the warm wind blow. The sound of the piano came from nowhere, and then he seemed to smell a faint fragrance wafting over, so fragrant, so familiar. Then I felt a figure in white approaching, and I knew who it was without asking. With a backhand copy, he grabbed a piece of light clothing. With a slight pull, the man sat down beside him. He said, "Here you are." There was no answer. He felt a slender fingertip gently run down his forehead and down the bridge of his nose, tickling him. He mischievously thought that when his finger reached his mouth, he would open his mouth and bite it to see if he would run away. When the fingers slid to the tip of the nose, they stopped. Wang Shao opened his eyes, a face more beautiful than him was facing him, and his watery eyes were staring at him, and his heart was shocked when he saw it. Wang Shao just reached out and hooked the man's neck, but the man stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

The two walked barefoot on the soft grass hand in hand, accompanied by the faint jingling of bells, and the wind blew the man's snow-white clothes, revealing a scarlet trouser legs. In this way, I walked far, far away, as if the road would never end.

Suddenly, the dream changed, and it was no longer on the grass. Wang Shao found himself in a familiar study. The man was sitting at the table, writing something. He walked over, put his face in and smiled and asked, "What are you writing?" (Wang Shao's walking grass is famous in the book.) The man said in a low voice, "Okay." So, Wang Shao went around the man's back, and held the man's hand holding the pen with his right hand, which was very cold and soft, so that he couldn't bear to use a trace of strength. Wang Shao put his left hand around his shoulder. The man was even thinner than himself, and his whole body was held in his arms. With one stroke, the faces of the two of them were very close, and the aroma of the man's body hit his nostrils again. When he looked sideways, the man's slender eyelashes flickered in front of his eyes, and Wang Shao couldn't help but peck lightly. Just as he was about to get close to the man's cheek again, the man disappeared from his bosom.

Wang Shao hurriedly looked around, but no one was gone. He panicked and was about to scream. But he saw the man standing in front of him, dressed in a white robe, with a cup of tea. Wang Shao's heart was relieved, it turned out that you were here. He smiled and said, "How do you know I'm thirsty?" The man said, "Of course I know." A slender white hand reached out with a cup of tea. Wang Shao deliberately said: "I'm tired of handwriting, you feed me." The man really came over and sat beside him, the teacup was brought to Wang Shao's mouth, Wang Shao did not open his mouth, and looked at the man with a smile, the man seemed to understand Wang Shao's meaning, picked up the teacup, took a sip, leaned over his mouth, and sent a mouthful of fragrant tea into Wang Shao's mouth. Wang Shao's heart was already trembling at this time, and he was about to grab the man. The dream woke up all at once.

It was pitch black and silent, he sat up suddenly, his throat was dry for a while, Wang Shao was shocked by his own such a bold dream, his face was feverish, he looked around the room again, and confirmed that no one else was there, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. But why is this dream so real, so sweet, the heart is still as difficult to see as scratching, and there is even a feeling of numbness and crispy residual heat between the thighs. What's wrong with you, isn't it a gentleman, how can you eat a few glasses of wine and have such a dirty dream. Thinking of this, he not only raised his hand and slapped himself on the head.

After calming down for a while, Wang Shao moved his body slightly, looking at the endless darkness, and his heart was filled with amazement. Can the heart deceive dreams? It's been three years, that person, where are you?