Big Dream Chase

Taibaiyun: With a knife cut off the water, the water will flow more, raise a glass to relieve sorrow and sorrow.

Le Tian said: The fantasy world is like a bubble, and the floating life reaches the vertigo.Only the green fermented wine will be replaced by the Zihe cart.

Reading these two sentences makes sense.Worry rises to the heart, jumps to the brow, and does not subside for a day, just like a flood during a flood, and a sharp knife cannot stop its momentum.However, all the regrets and unwillingnesses in this world, big and small, all depend on the king's drunkenness, and you can also solve thousands of worries with a single payment.

Su Muyu watched An Rufeng gulp down the fourth bowl of turbid wine, speechless.Green wave-like wine poured from the altar, reflecting the moonlight like a fine jade stone.

Lian Ming held the wine bowl and sipped lightly, with his long straight fingers on the bottom of the bowl, as if he was not good at drinking.

With the idea of ​​comforting the lonely boy, the two called An Rufeng to have a drink and chat about life.Unexpectedly, the whole incident turned the cart before the horse, An Rufeng held the wine jar alone and drank happily, until now, he has never said a word.

Su Muyu pushed the porcelain bowl towards him: "Rufeng, Feng, can you even it out for your brother? Don't be so narrow-minded."

An Rufeng obviously couldn't hold enough alcohol, and when he drank the fifth bowl, two red clouds appeared on his face unconsciously.

He stammered: "You, you, why don't, don't you drink? I, I, alone, can drink, drink three hundred cups!"

Su Muyu didn't expect this kid to talk loudly when he drank, and felt that it would be no problem to ask him to point out the country at this moment, and to seek power and usurp the throne.

Su Muyu knocked on the edge of the bowl with a smile, imitating him lazily: "You, you still, no, it's terrible! Hurry up and pour me wine for your brother!"

Lian Ming glanced at him, the moonlight was like water, and there was a lake in the small courtyard.In late spring, Meng Xia is approaching, and the evening breeze brings a little dry heat.

In this beautiful scenery, Su Muyu leaned against the stone table and sat like a meticulous painting.

His loose blue silk is like a lover's hands, slowly scratching into the clothes from the slanted skirt.Su Muyu has the attitude of a dude of a prince and aristocrat, and he has a chivalrous air when drinking with his head up.The wine dripped down his sharpened chin, making it wet.

Lian Ming moved his eyes away with difficulty, rolling his Adam's apple.He lowered his eyelids and drank a big gulp of the stale wine impatiently.The sweet smell of wine erupted in the mouth and flowed down the breath.

It's so thick that it binds the bone marrow tightly, just like Su Muyu's eyes.

An Rufeng's drinking is really superb, when he is immersed in drinking, he doesn't say a word, and when he gets excited, he even wants to count how many teeth he has.

Su Muyu tasted better than him, propped his chin up, eyes sparkling: "Rufeng, tell my brother honestly, do you like Rui Niang?"

An Rufeng was stunned for a moment, as if conscious: "No, didn't I say it! No, I don't like it!"

"I really don't like it?"

"T-hiccup!" An Rufeng hiccupped with staring eyes, and said firmly, "No."

Su Muyu's narrow heart gradually grew, and he immediately narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You, you don't want to. Then, then I, I can make a move."

An Rufeng: ...

He held the wine bowl in one hand and the wine jar in the other.The expression seemed to be deliberating whether to splash it with a bowl or a wine jar.

Kill the stinky hooligan surnamed Su!

When it came down to it, An Rufeng just frowned in disbelief, curled his lips and said, "Aren't you Duanxiu?"

It seemed that the person who walked around in the thunder and lightning just now was not him.

Su Muyu raised his eyebrows: "Hey, no more stuttering? Is the problem cured? Our Rui Niang is really a cure."

The verbal game for many days told An Rufeng that he should never talk about words with this person.

An Rufeng brought the wine bowl to his lips, and put it down as if thinking of something: "Don't treat Rui Niang...she is going to marry."

"Is it bad to marry me?"

An Rufeng continued to stare: "You are Duanxiu!"

Su Muyu turned his head: "Then, let you marry Brother Ming?"

Lian Ming glanced at him displeasedly: "Boss Su, don't talk nonsense."

Su Muyu completely pretended to be drunk: "What boss, call me brother. Don't forget that I called your brother-in-law in front of Rufeng the first day."

Lian Ming: ...

You have the nerve to mention it.

Su Muyu became the boss even if he didn't agree with each other. Fortunately, neither of them wanted to fight with him, otherwise they would definitely not be able to drink tonight.

An Rufeng was quiet for a moment, then suddenly said: "Ayu, you don't understand. It's just right, it's not like meeting each other."

The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and I often think about Xuandu.Good times are always short, parting is eternal.There are always times in a person's life.Go all the way, lose all the way.Precious friendships are all picked up, and a person with deep affection will not be a young man who is at ease like the wind.

Young people traveled far away, riding horses all over the world.They wield swords and meet friends with wine.The sages from all over the world are all my guests, and they used to be in high spirits when talking and laughing.

It's just that An Rufeng never forgot, never forgot when he looked back at those eyes when he left home.

The man waved to him, clasped his fists, and sent him off.

No nostalgia.

He didn't know until many years later that the man had been waiting.

I will not go with you in the world of mortals, but I will never leave the journey home.

An Rufeng suppressed his voice and tried his best to restrain his trembling: "Ah Yu, Ruiniang is a good girl. You can't follow me."

Su Muyu shook his head: "Rufeng, Ke Ruiniang doesn't want anyone but you."

"No, everything will pass." An Rufeng said, "One year, two years, three years, five years, Rui Niang will marry and become a woman, and her children will look like her."

"how about you?"

"I?"

"What if you don't get married?"

An Rufeng didn't want Su Muyu to ask the bottom line like this, he thought for a moment, and said, "It's a sword forging."

"Forging swords for a lifetime?" Su Muyu sneered and took a few sips from the wine bowl.

An Rufeng ignored him, but turned his eyes to the silent Lian Ming: "Brother Ming, have you ever had ambition?"

Lian Ming was caught off guard by the question, and took a sip of his wine gracefully.He can't tell An Rufeng: My ambition is to be a broken sleeve for the rest of my life, and I will be broken into whatever Boss Su is broken into.

In order to make the answer more convincing, Lian Ming said: "I wish to become famous all over the world in one fell swoop with no one to ask me for ten years."

An Rufeng woke up quite a bit from the alcohol, the breeze blew his broken hair on his forehead, the young man Lang Mingruo Xingchen's eyes were stained with a smile: "You lied to me again, you are too dishonest."

Lian Ming asked back, "What about you?"

Probably all the people with great ambitions in the world will always have inexplicable seriousness and seriousness when asked about the word ambition.

An Rufeng put down the wine jar, and then put down the bowl.The bottom of the coarse porcelain bowl collided with the stone table, and with a bang, like a chime of a bell, it hit the tips of the three people's hearts.

"I have no ambitions, I'm just a simple craftsman."

An Rufeng spoke in a desolate manner, leaning his elbows on the stone table, looking up at the night sky seriously.He looked at Fang Tian quietly, and murmured: "But I have... also thought about paying homage to the prince."

After a while, he seemed to be unbelievable, and reaffirmed: "I'm serious."

"Brother Ming, I left home at fifteen. I took simple clothes and a sword and joined the army. I am an unknown soldier, eager to fight the enemy. I am passionate and full of country."

"But all of this was shaken when I first saw the city full of blood. Brother Ming, the human heart is made of flesh, and we were all born by mothers. At that time, I was thinking, why, why are we in the same country However, countless people took up weapons and fought against each other."

"They said that I was young and didn't understand. I didn't understand that there was a sky in the court, and there was a real dragon hidden in the sky. The real dragon screamed, and the sharp claws pointed at the battlefield. Xuanyuan was recommended with blood, and Yama was killed with the sword. Absurd, We clearly killed the sons of the same robes on this land!"

An Rufeng's eyes turned red when he said it, but he couldn't convince himself even if he said it a thousand or ten thousand times.This is completely different from what he thought when he joined the army. Back then, he naively thought that the country's fall would be caused by foreign enemies.

It was only after he got off the battlefield that he realized that there is no such thing as eternal peace. Between the rebel army and the court, as long as the monstrous power is still attractive, the prosperous age he longed for will never come.

Lian Ming slowly poured wine into his mouth, and said, "If the wind blows, Hui Ji will be hurt. It's better to be a little confused."

"What nonsense?" An Rufeng sneered, and stood up unsteadily.His figure was imprinted on the ground, disturbing the bright moonlight in the stagnant water.

The figure was long and slanting, and when the wind blew, the treetops swayed.The lights were blown out, and the yard plunged into deeper darkness.

Su Muyu suddenly said: "Rufeng, as long as you are alive, there will always be a way forward."

"Ah."

An Rufeng answered.

"Brother is comforting you, can you give me some more reactions?" Su Muyu took advantage of his inattention and dragged the wine jar to pour himself wine, "Little bastard with no conscience."

"Oh."

It was rare for An Rufeng not to argue with him.

Su Muyu paused, half pity and half jokingly said: "What's wrong, there should be a limit to pretending."

Lian Ming raised his foot and kicked him, Su Muyu turned his head in surprise—is his heart black? !You agreed to break your sleeves with me, but you actually secretly helped him?

The Sumerian quit, the wine stains were still on his lips, he stared at Lian Ming closely, stretched out his rosy tongue and slid it around his upper lip, extremely erotic.

"Master Lian? Inhumane."

"Is it humane for you to bully a boy?"

"Hey?!" Su Muyu raised his eyebrows, dare you bully me less!

Lian Ming frowned, and reached out to wipe off the wine that had slipped onto Sumerian's chin.The atmosphere between the two became a little weird, and it seemed to be very ambiguous, no one could tell.

Su Muyu's eyes darkened a little, and he suddenly leaned forward with his upper body!The tips of their noses were facing each other, and their long eyelashes were about to sweep over each other's faces.Lian Ming didn't flinch, and his breath began to linger happily.

The silver-white moonlight passed between the fan-like eyelashes, casting a shadow.

Su Muyu just looked at Lian Ming like that, and after a while, he took the wine bowl from the stone table, stepped back slightly, and averted his gaze.

Neither of them spoke, Lian Ming calmly turned his head to find An Rufeng, and took a deep breath in a corner that Su Muyu had no time to care about.

An Rufeng really drank a little too much, he staggered and stumbled like waves in the courtyard at this time, staggering, one step lower and one step higher.He turned around suddenly, his eyes were bright, and he held his palms in the air, in the posture of holding a sword!

The young man stood up and volleyed out his sword, his moves were crisp, without any hint of drunkenness.

Su Muyu and Lian Ming sneered, this child is suffering a lot.

The courtyard was quiet, only An Rufeng, who had a strong sword spirit, was using the sword of the void, as if to split the void.He tapped his toes lightly, narrowed his waist and arched his back, flowing freely between ups and downs.He pursed his thin lips tightly, revealing a line of paleness.Sweat trickled down the forehead, and the wet drops fell into the air along with the momentum of the take-off.

Lian Ming looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Fuck Wu Ge, wear rhinoceros armor, pick up the wrong car, and meet with short soldiers. The sun is covered by the sun, the enemy is like a cloud, and the drunken soldiers fight to be the first! *"

An Rufeng paused, and when he landed, it was like thunder.His high spirits were completely touched by Lian Ming, and the young man smiled generously at Lian Ming: "Come again!"

Lian Ming held up a lamp to thank him for the invitation, he was a great writer.He knocked on the edge of the bowl, very familiar with his drinking speech.The two came and went, and the tacit understanding was natural.

An Rufeng swung his sword like rain, and chanted his words like a river.

The horizontal sword is coming down, the way is Ling Yu's formation and Yu Yu's line, and the left side is killed and the right blade is wounded.Round and round as you wish, chanting it as haze, two rounds, four horses, aiding jade, beating drums.

An Rufeng was happy and unrestrained, and Lian Ming followed him.

Before the young man's last move hit the ground, Lian Ming suddenly stopped speaking, just like when he suddenly spoke at the beginning.

Su Muyu glanced at Lian Ming secretly from the corner of the eye, and the atmosphere was so quiet that it was a little awkward.Boss Su knew why, and couldn't bear to frowned.

An Rufeng maintained his final posture and said, "Brother Ming, what's the next sentence?"

Lian Ming looked at the young man's pale handsome face, his eyes were raging like five rounds of karma, what kind of attachment was in his chest.

"Brother Ming, finish reading."

Lian Ming was silent for a moment, feeling a little sad for a while.

He said: "When the weather is angry, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned."

On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes.Countless soldiers were killed until the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and the gods were furious.The whole army sacrificed their lives in the vast wilderness, and there was no horse leather shroud to return.

An Rufeng slowly lowered his hand, and he held back his meager arrogance.There was an ugly smile on the corner of his mouth: "I know, you don't have to be afraid of me being sad, I know it all."

The young man sat back at the table and snatched the wine jar from Su Muyu. The jar tilted, and the green wine poured into the bowl again.

"I've seen corpses strewn all over the place, and rivers of blood. If you're not afraid, I can tell you a thing or two."

Then, An Rufeng didn't care if they wanted it or not, and started to talk, invincibly willful.

"Have you ever seen a sky full of vultures and crows, a tall tower built of white bones. When people walk on it, there is a crackling sound, and I can't even tell whether it is the iron armor rubbing or the human bones with chrome feet. One day of small battles, three big battles God. At the end of the fight, I looked up and realized that the sunlight had also turned blood red."

"I went from shivering to being numb. When I inserted a white knife, a crescent-like drop of blood came out. My hair was wet, and I thought it was sweat at first, but when I reached out and touched it, my palm was full of blood. After the battle was over, the wind blew The sand was never brought up in the camp. The wet sand was stained with human blood and turned into mud."

An Rufeng was immersed in his own memories, and softly concluded: "That is not a battlefield, it is Abi Hell."

When An Rufeng was very early, he was very reluctant to tell others about the past, just like he would never show off that he was a sword-making prodigy in the military camp.

One code belongs to one code, talent and ambition are clearly distinguished.

He also doesn't want to reveal the hardships and sins he has suffered. In addition to adding a burden to others, he may not be able to understand himself.

An Rufeng is an upright young man—even if he is not now, he still strives to be the most outstanding.

He doesn't like to talk about his feelings with others. It's tantamount to exposing himself to this bright world, which is too indecent.

So An Rufeng is used to carrying everything by himself, and the provocation of despair is also a belief in returning to the way forward.

Lian Ming put down the wine bowl, picked it up again, and cleaned up the rest of the dirty wine in one gulp.Su Muyu held back for a while, took the wine bowl, and touched Lian Ming and An Rufeng one by one.

An Ru looked at them with rheumatism bright eyes, smiled and waved her hands: "Don't, don't do this! Do-do it like, like I'm very pitiful."

"I'm not pitiful. I'm...I'm..."

An Rufeng suddenly lowered his head, as if completely fainted.The moist thin lips are still touching up and down, and from the ambiguous lips, you can probably guess the words "Zhi", "Zai", "Si", and "Fang".

Su Muyu sighed, and stretched out his hand across the stone table to rub An Rufeng's fluffy head, as if he was stroking a big, mature dog.He rubbed the boy's frowning brows away with his thumb, looking like a hooligan who disappeared.

Lian Ming smiled: "Boss Su, if you are so gentle with him on weekdays, Rufeng won't be against you all day long."

"What do you know?" Su Muyu sneered, "at least I'm not like someone, I'm not the same as what I see."

Lian Ming raised his eyebrows, cold sweat dripping down his back.Could it be that Ayu...

As a result, Su Muyu slapped the table and asked in a cold voice: "I agreed to break my sleeve! You still speak for him!"

Lian Ming's heart was full of ups and downs, and he almost died suddenly.One second of heaven and one second of hell is not enough to describe, what the hell is Su Muyu!

Lian Ming wiped his forehead slowly: "Boss Su, I cut off my sleeves with you and talked to him, what's the conflict?"

"Is it a conflict?" Su Muyu said, "Lian Ming, tell me the truth, do you know anything?"

Lian Ming was taken aback for a moment, and the heart that had just been let go was squeezed in the palm of his hand again.This time he had no choice but to make false claims, and then probe into the truth: "What is Boss Su referring to?"

Su Muyu squinted his eyes and thought, could it be that he is too sensitive?But with coincidences again and again, how could his repeated calls give people a sense of familiarity.

But it is impossible to say that he really knew.It was the first time for him to take over this task, how could he be more familiar with Lian Ming than himself?

It doesn't make sense, the logic doesn't make sense.

Su Muyu was about to set up a stage in his heart, and the villains on both sides sang.Whoever wins wins!

He pursed his lips, and finally decided not to startle the snake: "Without him, I wonder how Lian Shao can learn a lot and speak well."

Lian Ming heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It's too small to catch the eye."

Midnight has passed, the galaxy is like a practice, and beyond the moonlight, there are thousands of brilliance.Su Muyu's eyes moved from Lian Ming's half-filled pupils to his slightly curled thin lips.

He moved suddenly, probably because of the delicate atmosphere, so wonderful that it is really good to talk about love.

A word of disagreement made a shocking move!

Su Muyu suddenly took Lian Ming's hand that was placed on the stone table, and his knuckle-boned fingers slowly inserted into Lian Ming's fingers.Between exhalation and inhalation, it is extremely slow and seductive.

Before Lian Ming could see everything clearly, his thigh sank suddenly, and Su Muyu sat on him!

The chests of the two were pressed against each other, and the warmth of each other's body was experienced through the clothes.Su Muyu lowered his head slightly, looking at Lian Ming with the moonlight behind his back.He didn't flinch at all, Lian Ming was stunned for a moment, and his smile deepened.

Su Muyu felt Lian Ming put another arm around his waist, and then gently slid it into his arms.During the game of breath, it was full of the sweet and greasy taste of turbid wine.

"I didn't expect that the alcohol in Tang Dynasty was not high, but it was so sweet."

Lian Ming slightly raised his head, his expression rippling in Su Muyu's peach-like eyes.

Su Muyu was not affected at all when he saw that he was calm in the face of danger.He gritted his teeth, his anger was stuck in his heart, and his teasing words were even better: "There are sweeter ones, do you want to try them?"

Lian Ming raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, and then chuckled a few times.This smile is incredible, his slanted eyebrows are like swords, neat and clean, wrapped in moonlight, tenderness is like water out of thin air.Those silvery-white powders lightly brushed on his sexy lips, and then fell into the white teeth like a urn.

Su Muyu lowered his head suddenly, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick Lian Ming's lips domineeringly and willfully.

There was a bang in the back of Lian Ming's head, and thousands of thousand-year-old glaciers collapsed.He felt an impact force crawling upwards from the spine, and sparks were scattered all over his limbs.

Su Muyu straightened up as if nothing had happened, smacked his lips, and said, "It's really sweet, it's so sweet that you lose your teeth."

Lian Ming's eyes froze suddenly, and he stared at him closely: "Do you know what I'm doing?"

Su Muyu looked at him for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out to cover those overly hot eyes.

He smiled lazily and said, "Young Master Lian, don't look at me like this, be careful that I make you cry."

Lian Ming slowly pulled his hand down, not at all stage frightened, and even inexplicably excited.

At that moment, Young Master Lian was so domineering that he didn't give Su Meiren any room to retreat.

Lian Ming said, "Well, Boss Su, try it."

Su Muyu wanted to stand up and run away in the flash of calcium carbide, but only then did he feel that the arm around his waist was too tight.

Lian Ming almost kissed her.

"Try, try what?"

Just before the gun went off, a somewhat bewildered and drunken voice came from the side.

The two turned their heads at the same time, An Rufeng propped his chin, eyes half-closed, looked at them with a puzzled face.

The author has something to say:

Lian: I'm flirting.

Su: I'm flirting and then cowardly.

Lian: So I am Gong.

Su: So I am subject to... (Bah! What a broken script! No acting!

Orangutan chief director: Papa papa papa! (Flying applause!!

①Regarding the [Tang Dynasty wine] mentioned in the article, due to the limitation of the brewing process, the general alcohol content is not high.Moreover, short-term fermented wine is generally a little turbid and green at first glance, so there is Bai Juyi's "green fermented grain wine".

Second, the taste is sweet and the viscosity is high.Own: "Green sticky ladle"

In this way, it is more like the current rice wine, and in terms of taste, it is a bit like fruit wine.

An Rufeng is still drunk!Disappointed child!

And I, Sumerian!Actually borrowing wine to play hooligans!Let's see what you do when you meet a big gangster!

② "Ten years...understanding" - Yuan Gaoming's "Pipa Ji"

③ "Fuck Wu...the wilderness" - Qu Yuan's "National Martyrdom"