Wine is a burning knife, and a sip is suffocated, like a knife into the throat.

Burning knives is a strong liquor, and it is also a cheap liquor.

Many people think that good wine is not cheap, and cheap wine is not good, but in fact, it may not be all right. Because wine itself is not a good thing, it will naturally not be good.

Even if Shen Lian usually drinks alcohol, it is only rice wine like ant wine, which has a very low degree and mild alcohol.

The taste of liquor in the throat is really unpleasant, and burning knives is a relatively high degree.

Shen Lian didn't drink in small sips, but in a big bowl. If you are used to seeing his gentleness, others will definitely not believe that it is Shen Lian who is singing and drinking at this time, and Bai Yujing has to believe it.

Because the wine was taken out by him, and he invited Shen Lian to drink, the appetizer was nothing more than a stack of peanuts.

With his salary, he has to drink so much wine, so naturally he can't buy any good food.

Although the entire inn is Shen Lian's, as long as Shen Lian wants to, any good dish can be made, even if the cook is already asleep.

But Shen Lian only wanted the wine he invited with Bai Yufei, and he only wanted to eat the dishes that Bai Yufei invited.

The same is true for Bai Yufei.

"I couldn't have imagined you could drink so well. Bai Yufei was drunk and patted Shen Lian on the shoulder. It's not that he hasn't drunk with people, but unlike Shen Lian, Shen Lian has a special magic, as if he always gives people a feeling of peace of mind, as long as you can be his friend, he must be very reliable.

Drinking with others, he didn't dare to get drunk, but drinking with Shen Lian, even if both of them were drunk, he believed that nothing would happen, this was Shen Lian, the only Shen Lian in heaven and earth.

"Am I not a happy person?" Shen Lian was drunk and hazy, but his eyes were not cloudy.

"You're not happy enough. Bai Yufei laughed.

"What about you?" Shen Lian asked casually.

"What?" Bai Yufei seemed to be drunk, there were ten jars under his feet, if ordinary people drank ten jars of wine, it was no longer a matter of getting drunk, but a matter of falling.

Bai Yufei did not fall, the light skills he practiced were too balanced, like a tumbler, even if he was drunk, he did not lose his grasp of the center of gravity.

"I said, are you not a person who is not happy enough?" Shen Lian's voice was a little louder, and now Bai Yufei seemed to be quite clear.

"I'm not a happy person. Bai Yufei laughed again, when drinking, you thought your voice was very loud, but in fact, it may not be, but Shen Lian heard this sentence clearly.

Shen Lian patted Bai Yufei on the shoulder silently, and didn't say anything, at this point, what else could he say, he could only drink.

Shen Lian was indeed drunk.

Wang Tu is talking and laughing, and he is drunk in life.

In their own inn, and their own buddies.

This wine actually had no purpose, that is, Bai Yufei wanted to drink with Shen Lian, and Shen Lian agreed.

Shen Lian can't say that he is not happy, but he is not happy enough, which is due to his own insecurity.

Bai Yufei is also a happy person, but he has no confidants in his life, so he doesn't dare to be happy, because if he is happy this time, he may not have a chance to be happy in the future.

Fortunately, the two of them were indeed drunk tonight, and they were completely drunk.

When Shen Lian opened his eyes, it was not early morning, but noon.

It was the first time in two years that he had woken up so late, and he hadn't slept well, and the headache from the hangover had started to flare up.

It's not that he's not in good health and can't drink, it's that he drinks too much.

Bai Yufei was drunk at the twelfth altar, and Shen Lian could still count it at that time.

By the time Shen Lian got drunk, he didn't know how much wine he had drunk.

Of course, he didn't know that this time the wine was not only invited by Bai Yufei, but also Steward Wu.

The bed was soft and comfortable and the weather outside was really cold.

In such a situation, few people are able to get up.

But there is a good saying, why sleep for a long time before you die, you will sleep forever after death.

Shen Lian is one of the few.

By the time he came to the inn hall as always, Bai Yufei had already gone to work, and except for the fact that he seemed more diligent than the other guys, no one could really tell that this was a world-shattering thief.

The higher you fly, the more you enjoy being on the ground.

Bai Yufei's martial arts are not superb, but Shen Lian believes that in ten or twenty years, he is afraid that he will be able to reach the peak.

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance with the fairy road, which is not a sad thing.

Because the vast majority of people in the world not only have nothing to do with the immortal path, but also have nothing to do with the rivers and lakes, they are just an ordinary one among all living beings.

Steward Wu handed him an invitation, which was an invitation from Shen Ruoxi's poetry club.

The purple invitation represents dignity.

Shen Ruoxi's poetry meeting shocked the whole city.

It is also a bitter winter, and there is no entertainment, originally Shen Ruoxi only invited a few familiar ladies, but she didn't expect it to be so popular.

The plum blossom poetry meeting was held in a manor of the Shen family, and the day was really crowded, and the BMW carved cars were full of incense, and the night was full of fish and dragon dances.

There are talented and beautiful people, there are rich businessmen and wealthy customers, but there are no ordinary people.

People who are bored because of the bitterness of the cold winter will never be ordinary people who are still running for life.

The trouble of the poor is not that they cannot find anything to entertain, because when you are poor, even if you eat a piece of meat and drink a glass of wine at night, it is a great pleasure.

Of course, Shen Ruoxi is not poor, and it is impossible for her to know what poverty is in her life.

The feelings of a girl are full of poetry, but a girl from a poor family, even if she is poetic, she can't express it.

Shen Ruoxi is very lucky, she can not only do what she wants, but also have someone to help her do it.

Qingzhou Mansion was originally a barren place for literature, and when the event came to an end, there were no amazing masterpieces, but everyone's mood was already high.

"In the midst of the snow and ice,

Different peach and plum mixed with fragrant dust;

Suddenly, a night of fragrant hair,

Scattered as a thousand miles of spring"

tactfully and clearly, but it can't hide the arrogance in the poem.

As soon as this poem came out, the people in the room lost their color.

Even if there are a few talented scholars, in the face of these seven uniques destined to be passed down through the ages, they have to bow down to it.

The charm of poetry lies in the fact that it can cross the boundaries of hierarchy, poverty and wealth, and even different cultures.

Everyone, born with a turbid nature, is only from congenital to acquired, subject to red dust, will be snail-horned, fly-headed profits, and calculating.

The charm of a swan song for the ages is that it can touch most people and feel the good side of their own nature.

Shen Ruoxi was on the high platform, wearing a veil, and she deliberately put it out when everyone's emotions were high, and it immediately attracted attention.

The poetry is quiet and cold, even if the melon has been memorized, she can't help but be stunned when she hears it again.

She felt that she knew a little more about this cousin.

It's a pity that Shen Lian is not beside her, her eyes swept forward one by one, and Shen Lian was not under the stage.

But she didn't notice that after a plum blossom, someone waved at her, turned around and left, and disappeared into the winter night.

It is already the end of the wax moon, the beginning of spring is approaching, and I am afraid that the spring flowers are not far away.