In the middle of the night, the fire in several places in the ruined temple was "crackling", but it was still burning vigorously. The crowd of horses and horses shrunk down on the hay in the corner wrapped in those old curtains and fell asleep, and for a time the sound of sound sleep in the temple came and went, and even the night watchman could not resist squinting and yawning.

Maybe I have a red cloth on my face, or maybe I am in danger at the moment, although my eyelids feel heavy, but my brain can't sleep. My back was pressed against the cold earthen wall, and I closed my eyes and shrunk as a hand suddenly reached over and put its arms around my shoulders.

"Sleep. I leaned against the warm chest, and its owner said to me in a deeper voice, "I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

That sentence really reassured me a lot. The hands seemed to be able to read my thoughts, and stroked my arms one at a time, until I really relaxed and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by a familiar scent. The head was still resting on a piece of warmth, but the curled legs were a little numb after a long time.

"Awake?"

There was a whisper in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the fire in the temple was much darker, but the clear eyebrows in front of me were unusually clear.

I suddenly remembered that I was still leaning in his arms, and my heart trembled, and my back straightened.

"What are you doing?" before my brain had time to think, I casually popped out a sentence to cover it up, and I was shocked to realize that my voice was low and hoarse with a bit of indescribable disgust, and my cheeks suddenly became hot.

The hand on the shoulder fell, and Kiyowa tilted his head sideways to reveal a pair of black and white eyes, and then a small jar appeared in front of me.

"To drink or not to drink?"

"What is this?" I looked confused, but my eyes lit up as the fragrance became stronger, "It's worm wine!"

Qinghe didn't answer, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

I gladly took the jar and poured it into my mouth, and sure enough, it was the taste that was imprinted in my memory.

Jinling, worm two wine, ten miles through the alley, Mo Shang Villa...... It's only been a few months since he left, but he seems to be ten years away from them. I sighed slightly, and although I was holding the worm wine, I couldn't help but feel a little more nostalgic.

"Qinghe, how can you have worm wine?" I looked at the bright look in his eyes, and I was a little clear, "Have you been ......?"

"Ah Qi, good things should be taken out slowly. ”

As I drank, I saw that Qinghe's tone seemed to be pointed, and I lowered my voice and said, "Maybe there will be unexpected gains." ”

"Huh?" I wiped my mouth slightly confused.

"It smells so good!"

Before he could reply, a sigh interjected. There was a sound of "squirming" nearby, and I saw Ma Jian'er turn over and face the two of us, and his eyes fell on the jar in my hand and suddenly woke up.

"Okay, there's wine!"

Ma Jian'er couldn't help but let out a low shout, but fortunately he didn't wake up the others in the ruined temple. He approached excitedly, his eyes burning.

"The deserted village is a broken temple, you and your husband are so interested!" he looked at the jar without blinking, "What kind of wine is so fragrant?"

"Home-brewed wine, the lady is homesick, so she takes it out and enjoys it. Qinghe didn't know where to conjure up an altar and handed it to him, "Do you want to taste it?"

The jar shook in front of him, but Ma Jian'er was not in a hurry to reach out to take it. He looked at me, then at Qinghe, and then laughed a little wryly, "Eh, since it's your couple's favorite, why am I embarrassed to grab it?"

"When the eldest brother said this, it seems that our husband and wife are stingy. ”

Qinghe retracted his hand, took a sip, put down the jar and sighed quite contentedly: "Wine can still drive away the cold, why don't you take a sip of Brother Ma Jian'er?"

Ma Jian'er finally couldn't hold back, and reached over to catch the jar.

"In that case, little brother Black, you're welcome. ”

He sniffed the mouth of the altar, raised his head and poured a mouthful, and after putting down the altar, he smashed his mouth with a very intoxicated face.

"Good wine, good wine! I didn't think that I could slash my enemies at the age of ten, but I was still an elegant person. ”

This seems to mean something else. When I heard this, I felt a little nervous in vain. However, Qinghe didn't respond, only smiled with him.

There was a "pop" sound from the fire push not far away, and then the fire dimmed by an inch.

Ma Jian'er hugged the altar and laughed with Qinghe, and the expression on his face slowly became a little strange.

I saw him drink several sips of wine in succession, two crimson balls wafting from his cheeks, his mouth humming softly rather happily, his body swaying back and forth, and his expression seemed to be infatuated.

"You two know, drinking this, this wine, reminds me, a ...... alone"

Ma Jian'er's eyes were a little confused, and he said with a big tongue.

"Who did Big Brother think of?" asked Kiyowa curiously following his words.

"Hey, who's who? I, I won't tell you......" For a moment he became alert, and craned his neck to drink the wine from the jar.

Bang –

The wine jar fell to the ground, and Ma Jian'er hung his head, his body tilted to the side, and his mouth was muttering indistinctly.

"What's wrong with him?" I said, cupping my cheeks, looking at the delirious pockmarks.

Qinghe was unfazed, and there was only a trace of doubt in his tone, "Maybe it's drunk......"

"Who said I was drunk!" Ma Jian'er sat up from the ground and subconsciously grabbed the wine jar, his expression and tone were dissatisfied. If it weren't for the fog in his eyes, I would have suspected that he had done it on purpose.

"You, you, you big brother Ma Jian'er has a good amount of wine!" he let out a sharp low drink from his mouth, and then craned his neck and took a big gulp.

"Black, red, black and red, I, I know you, it's not true...... I, I know many things, you, don't try to get out of my mouth, set, set......"

Having been friends with alcohol for many years, I know that the more drunk a person is, the less likely he will admit that he is drunk.

The drunk Ma Jianer in front of him who couldn't speak clearly is.

Qinghe approached him a little closer, and deliberately lowered his voice and asked him, "What does Ma Jian'er know, so afraid that we will come out?"

Ma Jian'er supported the ground with one hand, and pushed Qinghe away with the other, as impatient as a child, "I, I won't tell you!"

Qinghe glanced at me helplessly, and was about to speak, but he heard the person in front of him talking to himself.

"Hehe, wine brother, you, you, you are as sweet as a beauty, I, I won't tell them, I'll tell you alone......" I saw that Ma Jian'er raised his throat, and looked at the wine jar in his hand, his expression was already infatuated, "An arrogant boy in the daytime, a muddy boy, questioning the sacrifice of Linglong's heart...... I think that, that mysterious man is right. Brother wine, you, do you know why?"

I breathed slowly, and Qinghe's eyes on the side also looked very serious.

"Because, because I know that the fatal blow that defeated the Demon King eighteen years ago was the sword that Yun Niangniang stabbed him in the heart...... That sword stabbed him, he hurt so much, his whole heart was about to break...... You say, you said that your heart is gone, and you want to be resurrected, don't you just want another heart? Wine, wine brother, they don't know, the blood in the heart of the exquisite heart, yes, there is a resurrection ...... the dead."

The drunken words like singing gradually faded down, and Ma Jian'er tilted his body and finally fell down. The jar in his hand fell to the ground and spun in a circle.

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