Wine is a good thing, as long as you drink it, no matter what stupidity you make or what mistakes you do later, you can shirk the responsibility of becoming wine.

Alcohol is like a drum man on the battlefield, all cowardice, anxiety and timidity will be covered by it, and only the blood that looks at death is left in the cavity.

What you don't dare to say, what you don't dare to do, you can do it all in one go. When I got up the next day, in the face of embarrassment, I only needed a sentence of drunken sex to prevaricate.

As for the drunken words, there are some truths and some falsehoods, whether it is drunk and disorderly, or drunk and spit out the truth, only the person concerned knows.

The girl in the white dress, as I expected, did taste wine for the first time, and her cheeks turned red from choking on the first sip.

I don't really understand her behavior: since you can't drink, why bother holding on, you are everyone's lady, not a hero. Besides, even if you just want to buy drunk, why do you have to come to our shop and spend more money?

It's just that these questions are destined to go unanswered, and Master doesn't allow me to drink, so I don't have an excuse to get to the bottom of it regardless of business.

Master watched her drink cup after cup without speaking.

This time, I saw it very clearly, and I personally confirmed that the cup had not been tampered with.

The girl had forced herself to drink too much, and the strength of the wine reddened her little face.

This time she didn't blush from my gaze, probably because these few taels of light wine had prompted her to be proud, and she looked radiant, not only did she not have any sad look, but she looked a little elated.

is completely different from the young man who cried to the point of heartbreak last time, and went to two extremes.

It wasn't until much later that I realized that the look on the face of someone who was so sad that he couldn't believe it. Because the emotions that can be expressed by human expressions are limited, and the pain or happiness that can be encountered in life in the world is often infinitely large in an instant, it is obvious that the burden of the five senses is beyond the burden of the five senses.

Master didn't say anything, not even the girl's cute face, just stared at the snacks on the plate. If it weren't for the fear that the guests would be empty before the plates were empty, it would have been a situation where three people gathered around the table and faced a lonely pot of wine tonight.

The rainy season continued, and the streets outside the shops were spilled in small places, and there was no sound. Most of the neighbors are reluctant to go out and walk around because of the humid weather, so the noisy market seems very quiet on weekdays.

When the environment is quiet, the speaker often lowers his voice, and this is the case today: the three people in the shop seem to be afraid to break the silence, and no one takes the initiative to speak.

I grew a little unbearable, and it seemed to me that the situation was not at all like a drinking party: I had become accustomed to the loud noise of wine served with wine in shabby liquor shops and the big bowls of wine and meat of good men in the mouths of storytellers, and there was no such elegant concept of drinking alone under the moon or muttering in my old thin and poor life.

Master used to say that it was only because I didn't know my sorrows that I had such a monotonous view of the drinking party. I don't think so, I think it's not so much that it's not just sorrow, but rather a fundamental difference between me and those who are full of sorrow in the face of hard life: no matter how much sorrow they have, it's better than if I keep an unenterprising liar master all the time? Their worries may be that they won't be able to make a lot of money next year or that they won't be able to marry a daughter-in-law the year after, and my distress is that there will be no rice to cook tomorrow, whether it is urgency or severity, it is my sorrow that is more serious.

The girl who was drinking didn't know what I was thinking, and she just looked up at herself as she poured her wine over and over again. I didn't know why she was spending her money in this shabby shop, so I had to hold my chin and watch her sideburns hang down the corners of her mouth.

Perhaps even the master didn't know how to stay in the shop, where the atmosphere was getting weirder, so he decided to leave the girl behind and go out for a walk by himself.

I'm shocked, you are completely a duck to drive up the tree, firstly, I have not been able to grow a face that heals thousands of girls in the invisible, and secondly, I am not as proficient as the old fritter pit abduction and deception like Master, directly let me deal with this drunken girl, how can I be good?

Master's big hand pressed on my shoulder and cast an encouraging look. It means that you work hard, I believe that you will be able to live up to the expectations of the teacher and satisfy this eldest lady.

However, the thing that does not help solve the problem the least is refueling and expectation. The guy who cheers others on often thinks he's helped.

It's not that you believe that I can serve good customers and I can handle it perfectly, if I can't do it, I can't do it.

Just as I cheered for Master, Master couldn't fly up in place and go to the western heavens to chat with the Buddha.

If it weren't for the scruples of lifting the table in the master's face, there was really no way to explain to this gold master, and the topic in the neighborhood tomorrow would definitely be that the primary school apprentices in the Hoop Heart Shop were unbearable and exploited, and finally fought with the master.

The master is as light as a swallow, not at all like the waste wood shopkeeper who only knows how to lie on the Taishi's chair all day long. The soles of my feet were still in the wind while keeping my clothes in order, so I grabbed a big umbrella from my side and flew out the door.

Looking at his flexible and vigorous figure, I suddenly had some doubts about whether Master used to steal chickens and dogs part-time in addition to being abducted and cheated.

However, the master made such a fuss, and the previous dullness was swept away in the shop, and the girl in the white dress saw that the master was far away, so she came to my side with a smile.

Her arms wrapped around my waist, and her whole body seemed to fall into my arms, and I almost hugged her if I were leaving, but I didn't feel any weight. Her mouth was spitting with wine, her face was close to my cheek, and her soft breath swept over my neck, and if I were a man, maybe the cold hair and other dirty things on my body would stand on end at this moment.

What a warm fragrant nephrite.

It's a pity that I can't experience exhalation.

The smile on her face was the same as it had been when I first met, but it was slightly different: the last time she had seen a shy look in her eyes, this time it was a different emotion.

At that time, I was shallow and didn't know how to describe it, but I knew that there were a few thoughts circling back and forth in my heart: she was like a fragrant meat bun, tempting me to take a bite, and I felt that she was not just a meat bun, there was clearly a mouse trap hidden in the back, as long as I bit her meat filling, I would be hit by the clamp and never have a chance to let go.

Later, when I followed others to the rivers and lakes, I read a little bit of books and saw some of the world, and I realized that the deadliest weapon in the world is not the sword that rushes straight into the bullfight, but a tear of my sweetheart;

Fortunately, Master left early, and fortunately, I am a daughter. Otherwise, the family wealth that our grandfather and I have accumulated all our lives will be confessed to tomorrow's court.

My cultivation is shallow, and before I even came out of the rivers and lakes, I encountered the most violent poison, even though I did not eat the poison as happily as those heroes, but I was also dizzy by the aroma of the poison.

Seeing that I was blushing and her heart was beating and her eyes were sluggish, her smile was a little more proud, she was no longer attached to the wine glass, she freed up one hand, gently rubbed my cheek with her fingertips, and said, "Am I good-looking?"

She is very good-looking, her eyelashes tremble, her eyes are rippling with autumn water, and she is an out-and-out beauty from any angle.

But this wine is too strange, isn't this beauty like women?

But even if you like women, I can't be with you, and the love of children and daughters has too much influence on my generation of heroes to break into the rivers and lakes: according to the experience I got from Mr. Storyteller, if a hero has a family and is booked for life, then he is not far from returning to the hidden rivers and lakes. From this point of view, it may be that the heroes were originally looking for an affair that can only be once in a lifetime in the rivers and lakes, and once they have completed this goal, they will be satisfied and go home, of course, some of them not only search, but also found many times successfully - but then it is not called a hero, but a thief.

Of course, even if I have a moral benchmark in my heart, I will never be able to say to the girl now, "Girl, please respect yourself". Last time, Mr. Storyteller also talked about a young man surnamed Chen who said this, but the audience's reaction was to laugh and say that this person is still a good man, almost not even a man, and the cheerful atmosphere fills the entire storytelling tea garden. Although I don't understand what is wrong with the young man surnamed Chen, I think that as a good man, you will definitely not be made fun of by others - so you must not follow his example.

So I'll honestly give the most honest answer: "Pretty good." ”

The girl asked, "Do you like me?"

Well?

What's the situation? What should I do? Is my innocence going to be confessed here? I'm still a child!

I was held by her waist, and I sat on the chair and couldn't escape, and I began to feel uncomfortable.

I tried to twist my body, and the girl instantly sensed my intentions, and not only hugged my arms and increased her strength, but also pressed the weight of her whole body, and this time it was completely finished—even if she wanted to run away without turning around, she would not have that chance.

She wanted a hungry bun, wrapping her stuffing. Also like a lazy snake, leisurely surrounding its prey.

The soft chest rubbed against my flat chest—mine can only be called a chest. It can only be said that the buns of the buns do have the touch of the buns. Her face was flushed, her lips were warm with wine, glowing softly in the dim light, and her misty eyes were staring at me without blinking. I gave up resisting, but fortunately I only had cold hair, and nothing dirty to stand up.

I confessed, "Yes." ”

Master, forgive your disciple for not being filial, today your apprentice will have a daughter-in-law or become someone else's daughter-in-law.

Just as my thoughts flew out of the sky, she left me, and I suddenly lost such a large mass of fragrant softness, and I was glad to have preserved my innocence.

Most of the beauties in the world are ruthless creatures, giving you fantasies, giving you expectations, giving you everything that seems to be within reach but can never be touched. Blowing up the pond water in your heart, blowing up the catkins on the branches, and finally telling you that she is just a gust of spring breeze passing by by accident.

She propped her arms on the table, propped up her small pointed chin, and laughed, her eyes narrowed into crooked slits: "I'll just say, how can anyone not like me." ”