why drunk

Feng Jiuge was carrying a small bag, and walked unsteadily towards an alley, then jumped lightly, and entered the yard.

Yun Qingchen paused while drinking tea, and glanced at the person who came to the side, "Do you only know how to climb over walls?"

Feng Jiuge put down the bag in his hand, sat down unceremoniously, and said proudly: "I know a lot! Do Yuebai want to know?"

Yun Qingchen glanced at him lightly, put down the teacup, and said, "I don't want to"

"Yuebai is not curious about what I'm doing here." Feng Jiuge supported his head and asked.

"..."

"Hey, why are you not curious at all? You should just show a little bit of curiosity, and I can continue to talk, but if you are like this, I really can't tell."

"..."

Seeing that Yun Qingchen still had a calm expression, Feng Jiuge let out a long sigh: "Yuebai, you look so uncute."

"..."

"I'm here to pay New Year's greetings, don't you think it's a surprise?" Feng Jiuge leaned closer and said with a smile.

"Never..." Yun Qingchen turned his face away and said calmly.

"You boring gourd." Feng Jiuge said in frustration, picked up the empty cup on the table and added a cup of tea for himself, and drank it slowly.

The quiet tea fragrance fills the tip of the nose. After taking a sip, I feel the fragrance of tea floating in my heart, which has not dissipated for a long time.

"Yuebai, I'm here to pay New Year's greetings." Feng Jiuge put down the teacup and looked at Yun Qingchen.

"Did I ask you to come?" Yun Qingchen asked back.

"Why do you want to call something like New Year's greetings? I am very self-conscious, hey, I brought you a gift." Feng Jiuge pointed to the burden on the stone table.

Yun Qingchen's expression gradually softened, and he said, "Thank you."

"There is nothing to thank, just a New Year's greeting. I will come to give you New Year's greetings every year in the future. If you really want to thank me, you can play a song and listen to it." Feng Jiuge pointed at Yun Qingchen's waist of Yu Xiao.

Hearing this, Yun Qingchen hesitated for a while, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes.

"I'm just talking casually." Feng Jiuge smiled awkwardly.

Yun Qingchen shook his head and said: "Sorry." Then he picked up the white jade flute, put it to his mouth and began to blow.

The sound of Xiao is sometimes low and sometimes tactful, just like the sound of green bamboo swaying in the wind, or the crisp sound of spring hitting stones, stirring and whirling, and then the sound gradually dissipates, and everything returns to silence.

"Good!" Feng Jiuge applauded.

After the song, Yun Qingchen looked at Feng Jiuge, put the flute in his sleeves, and frowned imperceptibly, feeling a little annoyed, and suddenly stood up.

Feng Jiuge was caught off guard, she was fine just now, why is it the same now?Cautiously asked: "Yuebai, what's wrong?" Could it be that he was angry?Taking a closer look at Yun Qingchen's expression, he found that it was the same as usual, what happened?It was fine just now.

Yun Qingchen paused slightly, and replied: "It's nothing." After speaking, he turned and left.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuge followed immediately, not forgetting to grab the things on the table, "Yuebai, you haven't looked at the things I gave you yet!"

"Why did you come in?" Yun Qingchen looked at Feng Jiuge in front of him and asked.

Feng Jiuge threw herself on the couch beside her and said, "I drank at noon, and I seem to be a little drunk now."

Yun Qingchen: "..." It's the end of the day, and you're only getting drunk from the wine you drank at noon?Does Feng Jiuge dare to talk a little more?

"Yuebai, it's true, I seem to be really a little drunk." Feng Jiuge hugged the quilt, raised his head and looked at Yun Qingchen, his handsome face was slightly flushed, at first glance, he really looked like he was drunk .

The corners of Yun Qingchen's mouth twitched slightly, don't think that you don't know that Feng Jiuge just secretly hid under the quilt and pinched his face, but he did it ruthlessly, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Feng Jiuge buried his face in the quilt, gasping secretly from time to time, crying silently in his heart, did he do it himself?seems like it.

Yun Qingchen ignored Feng Jiuge, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up the book at hand and started to read.

Feng Jiuge planned to pretend to be asleep, but in the end she really fell asleep.Hearing the sound of even breathing, Yun Qingchen glanced at Feng Jiuge who was tightly covering his head with a quilt, and couldn't help but stepped forward and pulled the quilt off his head, seeing that there was still a faint pimple on his face. Pinching the mark, he chuckled, his eyes full of helplessness, Feng Jiuge acted like a rascal, really like a child who hasn't grown up yet.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Jiuge woke up leisurely, looked up at Yun Qingchen who was still holding the book and maintained the original posture, lifted the quilt and sat up from the couch.

"Are you awake?" Yun Qingchen heard the reputation and came over.

"Well, I'm hungry." Feng Jiuge put on his shoes and sat on the empty chair next to Yun Qingchen, picked up the pastry at the side, stopped as soon as he opened his mouth, and asked, "Could it be that kid?" Did you make it?" He had a psychological shadow about the pastries Su Ziyu made last time.

"It was given by the aunt next door." Yun Qingchen replied.

"Oh, it's fine if it's not made by him." Feng Jiuge stuffed the pastry into his mouth, and suddenly felt the fragrance overflowing in his mouth, he couldn't help picking up a few more pieces, and after a while, the plate bottomed out.

Feng Jiuge picked up the tea in front of Yun Qingchen, drank it involuntarily, then crossed his legs, hummed a little song leisurely, shaking his legs from time to time, looking like a grandpa, with no intention of leaving.

Yun Qingchen put down the book in his hand, turned his head to look at the setting sun outside the window, and said to Feng Jiuge: "It's getting late."

"Yes, it's time for dinner." Feng Jiuge also looked out of the window, nodded, and agreed.

Yun Qingchen looked at Feng Jiuge quietly, his meaning was self-evident.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuge pretended to be sad and said: "Yuebai, I'm here to pay New Year's greetings, you don't even leave me for dinner, I'm too hungry to walk." After finishing speaking, he slumped on the chair weakly, silently Tell Yun Qingchen how hungry he is now.

Yun Qingchen glanced at the empty plate next to him, and Feng Jiuge immediately replied: "I am a martial arts practitioner, how can I be full with this little plum cake? It's not enough for my teeth! Listen! , my stomach is growling, ouch, I can't do it, I'm so hungry, I beg this young man to give me something to eat."

"Ziyu has gone home." Yun Qingchen looked away.

Feng Jiuge was at a loss, wondering: "What is he doing to me when he comes home?"

"No dinner." Yun Qingchen replied.

"Then don't you want to eat?" Feng Jiuge continued to ask, resting his chin.

"En." Yun Qingchen nodded, then picked up the book and opened it again.

Feng Jiuge lost his composure, jumped up immediately, walked to Yun Qingchen's desk, and said disapprovingly: "This is not good, how can I not eat? It hurts your health, I will cook for you! Where is the kitchen?"

Yun Qingchen looked up at Feng Jiuge, and said calmly: "I am a martial artist."

Feng Jiuge refused without even thinking about it, "So what about people who practice martial arts? They are all human, could it be that you don't believe in my skills?"

Yun Qingchen didn't speak, his eyes fell on the book in his hand.

Feng Jiuge, on the other hand, praised himself complacently: "My culinary skills are excellent. I think that in the Mobei military camp, my barbecue skills were excellent. Everyone in the army wanted to try it. I can only eat it, but those bastards attacked me together, and then I threw the roasted meat into the fire, hahaha, am I very good?" He said, winking at Yun Qingchen, asking for praise.

"Go out and turn right." Yun Qingchen dropped the book in his hand, and interrupted in a cold voice to the complacent expression on Feng Jiuge's face.

When Feng Jiuge learned the location, he walked out of the house, turned around and did not forget to tease Yun Qingchen, "Yuebai, I forgot to remind you, your book has been taken down all the time, and I don't know what you were reading just now, forever. They all look prudish, hahaha."

The laughter faded away, Yun Qingchen silently turned the book in one direction, and the corners of her lips showed faint arcs.