Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

"It's really strict." Wen Tiandong laughed and handed the wine to Yan Ke. "It's cold, it's better to warm up this wine." He turned his head to look at Zhao Xuehan, and told Yan Ke: "Xiaohan is not very good at drinking, so don't let him drink too much."

Yan Ke nodded and took the wine, and Wen Tiandong left.From the corner of his eye, Zhao Xuehan caught Yan Ke collecting firewood, as if he was about to start a fire.He saw Yan Ke raised a wooden stick and quickly cut off the sawdust, intending to cause some sparks to ignite the bonfire.

Zhao Xuehan raised her eyebrows, and changed her posture while Yan Ke was not paying attention.He swung the wooden sword lightly, and a few streaks of fire flashed on the blade, and as Zhao Xuehan waved his hand, the fire broke away from the wooden sword and threw it into the firewood piled up by Yan Ke.

When the dry wood came into contact with the sparks, a puff of smoke came out immediately, and a small flame burst into flames.Yan Ke stopped what he was doing, looked down at the firewood under his feet, and there was a little doubt on his stern face.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhao Xuehan, and Zhao Xuehan immediately changed into the posture that Yan Ke asked for just now, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Ke looked at Zhao Xuehan silently for a while, didn't speak, but shook her head helplessly.He took out an iron can, filled it with water, put it on the fire, and put the wine and the jug into the water to heat it.

At this time, it was approaching evening, and the sky was overcast with no sunlight.Zhao Xuehan stood in the courtyard for a few moments, and then felt a little bit of coolness falling on his face. He raised his eyes and found that snowflakes had already fallen from the sky.

Across the courtyard wall of the Lin Mansion, the bustling sounds of the street could still be vaguely heard.Time flies, the winter meeting will end the day after tomorrow, and the real winter is coming.

The pot on the campfire made a gurgling sound, and a faint smell of fermented green plums wafted.Yan Ke took the wine out of the jar and took out a small wine glass.

"It's snowing, don't practice any more," he said.

Hearing Yan Ke's words, Zhao Xuehan put down his sword, stomped his feet twice, shook off the snowflakes that fell on his body, and walked in front of Yan Ke.

Zhao Xuehan still maintains the round face and big eyes that Wen Tiandong changed for him, but now his cheeks and nose are a little red from the cold, and he looks extraordinarily simple.Yan Ke squinted at him, reached out and brushed off the snowflakes that fell on Zhao Xuehan's eyelashes, then extinguished the bonfire, and dragged him into the room.

After Zhao Xuehan took off the snow-covered coat, she sat on the bed with Yan Ke's heater in her arms.Yan Ke picked up the jug, poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.

Zhao Xuehan took the wine glass and took a sip.It seems that the alcohol has evaporated a little due to the heating just now, so the taste of the wine is not very strong. On the contrary, it intensifies the sweet smell of plums. .

Zhao Xuehan quickly drank the wine in the glass in small sips.The wine tastes sweet, but at the end of the drink, there is a hint of bitterness, but the taste is not heavy.

"How?" Yan Ke asked.

"It's delicious." Zhao Xuehan nodded and smiled.

Seeing that Zhao Xuehan liked it, Yan Ke didn't speak, but with a faint smile in his eyes, he filled the cup in Zhao Xuehan's hand again.

Zhao Xuehan looked at the circles of clear waves rippling in the cup, and looked up at Yan Ke.

"Drink a little too," he raised his glass and touched it to his lips, "I'm a bit lonely drinking alone."

Yan Ke raised his eyebrows slightly.He looked at Zhao Xuehan, but did not refuse, but took out a cup and poured himself a cup.

He raised his wine glass and lightly touched the rim of Zhao Xuehan's.Immediately drank it down.

Zhao Xuehan laughed, and followed Yan Ke's example and poured the whole glass of wine into his mouth.A pungency and bitterness came out of his throat immediately, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.Yan Ke seemed to chuckle, and reached out to help him stroke his back.

"This wine is a bit bitter in the end." Zhao Xuehan said.

"There is realgar in the wine." Yan Ke said, and poured a third glass for Zhao Xuehan. "During the winter meeting, common people's homes need to ward off evil spirits, and all the wine will be added. There is no harm."

"Realgar?" Zhao Xuehan raised the wine glass to his lips, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard a story about a snake demon drinking realgar wine before he died, and couldn't help but look at Yan Ke again.

"What?" Yan Ke noticed Zhao Xuehan's gaze.

"It's nothing," Zhao Xuehan said with a smile, and took a small sip of the wine, "I was wondering, if you drink realgar wine, will there be any changes?"

"Change?" Yan Ke raised his eyes.

"Look, you suffered such a severe neck injury last time," Jiu Zhuang said timidly.After drinking some wine, Zhao Xuehan became more courageous and started talking nonsense. He held up the wine glass and gestured on his neck, "It will be over in a few hours. I was just thinking, would you Not an ordinary person? Could something else have changed?"

"Regard wine is effective against monsters and evil things," Yan Ke said indifferently, "I am not a monster, and realgar wine is useless to me."

Zhao Xuehan drank the wine, opened his eyes and looked at Yan Ke carefully.

"Really?" He smiled foolishly, and a taste of alcohol filled his mouth.

This body seemed to be really bad at drinking, after only three drinks, double images began to appear in front of his eyes.He rubbed his eyes, looking at the person in front of him in a daze.

My head hurts a bit.Zhao Xuehan pressed his temple.

In the blur, the bitter taste of realgar seemed to break through the dusty memory in the back of Zhao Xuehan's head, and pulled a hazy figure in front of him, gradually overlapping with Yan Ke's appearance.

who is it?he is……

He opened his eyes wide and stared closely at the person in front of him. The wine entered his stomach, as if it was burning suddenly, and even Zhao Xuehan's heart was burning with pain.

Yan Ke saw that Zhao Xuehan drank all the wine in the glass, and when he was about to refill the fourth glass for him, he saw the glass in Zhao Xuehan's hand rolled down and slipped to the ground along with his clothes.

He looked up and saw Zhao Xuehan staring straight at him, two lines of tears welled up in his eyes, and slid down his chin onto the lapel of his clothes.

Yan Ke was a little flustered, he dropped the jug, stepped forward to hold Zhao Xuehan's face, and gently wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand.

"Drunk?" he said softly.

Zhao Xuehan stared blankly at him, nodded, then shook his head again.He climbed onto the back of Yan Ke's hand, and gently pressed his palm against his face.

"He...He Yan," Zhao Xuehan turned his head sideways, looking into Yan Ke's eyes in a daze.

Yan Ke's hands froze in mid-air.

"You are He Yan... No..." Immediately, he slowly put down his hand, lowered his eyes, and a line of tears fell down again.

"How could it be He Yan?" Zhao Xuehan murmured, "I'm already dead."

Yan Ke's eyes widened, and he stood up abruptly, the jug beside him fell to the ground in an instant, and rolled away, sprinkling a scent of plums all over the room.He tightly clamped Zhao Xuehan's arm with both hands, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

Zhao Xuehan looked at Yan Ke with hazy teary eyes, but didn't speak.Yan Ke bit her lips tightly, stretched out her hand and pulled Zhao Xuehan into her arms.

"It's realgar..." Yan Ke whispered.Realgar wine can not only ward off evil spirits, but also detoxify.Perhaps it was a little realgar added to the wine, which slightly dissolved the Mengpo soup that Zhao Xuehan drank in his previous life.

Did he remember?

Yan Ke was so upset that she hugged Zhao Xuehan tightly.The person in his arms put his eyes on his shoulders, his body trembling slightly, and the clothes on his shoulders were soaked with tears.

"I'm so scared." He heard Zhao Xuehan whisper.

"It's okay." Yan Ke stroked Zhao Xuehan's hair, "I'm here. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Zhao Xuehan shook his head.

"I'm dead," he whispered. "I just died, leaving him alone."

"...What should I do?" Zhao Xuehan's voice was choked with tears, "I just died, what should he do by himself? What if someone wants to bully him? Why am I so stupid, why would I do such a thing, he clearly You've told me many times..."

Yan Ke closed his eyes, tightly grasped the clothes behind Zhao Xuehan, he hugged the person in his arms tighter, and gently pressed against the wet cheek.

"He's fine." Yan Ke whispered, "It's fine, he's fine."

Zhao Xuehan sobbed softly.

"He must have regretted it," he said. "I regret meeting someone like me."

"He didn't." Yan Ke said.

"...Really." Zhao Xuehan buried his eyes in the clothes on Yan Ke's shoulders, his breathing was unsteady, as if his nasal cavity was pressed by a boulder.

There was a long silence.

Zhao Xuehan's hand grabbed Yan Ke's sleeve.

"...But I regret it." Zhao Xuehan said in a low voice.

Yan Ke's heart sank suddenly.He didn't seem to believe it: "What."

"I regret it." Zhao Xuehan said, warm tears fell on Yan Ke's shoulders.

"I wish I hadn't met him."

Yan Ke froze.A painful expression flashed across his icy face, and it was fleeting. His hands let go of Zhao Xuehan, and they hung down slowly.

Zhao Xuehan raised his head from Yan Ke's shoulder.His eyes were red, his face was messy, and he tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to see something from Yan Ke's expression.

Yan Ke turned his face away and closed his eyes.He was silent for a long time, then parted his lips slightly.

"Why regret it?" he asked.

Zhao Xuehan stared at him blankly, then lowered his head sideways, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I'm tired." He slowly fell on the bed and closed his eyes, "I'm tired. My head hurts. I'm going to sleep."

Yan Ke stood up.After the person on the bed said irresponsible words, he tightly closed his eyes and never opened them again, as if he really fell asleep on his own.Yan Ke lightly tapped the tear stains at the corners of Zhao Xuehan's eyes with her finger, but it didn't wake him up.

He pulled the quilt to Zhao Xuehan's chest and covered it, took a few steps back, and picked up the wine jug that had fallen on the ground, but his hand shook, and the wine jug fell to the ground again, breaking into several pieces.

He looked up, and the person on the bed still had his eyes tightly closed.

Yan Ke stared at the man's sleeping face, then turned her head silently.He buried his face in his hands, heaved a long sigh, then opened the door, and walked into the dark winter snowy night in the courtyard.