I opened a bookstore in ancient times

It's just that I drank tea the first two times.

This time it was real wine.

Su Yao watched as Fu Ling raised his head, and drank half of the glass of wine in one gulp.

He also smiled with him: "Boss Su respects me, he should have drunk it to the bottom. But I can't drink it, so let's take half of it."

Fruit wines have great stamina, half of them are already a lot.

Su Yao hurriedly said: "No need, it's just a wish, Mr. Fu should eat more vegetables."

Su Yao just took a sip of this wine, it is indeed quite sweet, there is still a slight sourness of green plum in the mouth, and the aroma of the wine itself is not covered up.

But generally, this wine is easy to top.

Su Yao took another look at Fu Ling, who tasted one mouthful after another, and hurriedly washed a plate of hairy belly: "Mr. Fu, eat some vegetables and drink less, so much, the rest will be bad."

The hairy belly was crispy and refreshing, so Fu Ling let go of the wine glass, still a little unsatisfied: "Actually, I don't drink it often, Uncle Wu always stops me."

"Drinking alcohol hurts the body, it's fine to have a few sips once in a while."

Su Yao smiled, and took out another chopsticks of bean curd, "It's estimated that I can eat it until late at night. The hot pot doesn't take up my stomach, so eat more."

Su Yao likes to cook a lot, and finally had a hot pot. Naturally, all kinds of dishes are available, and the single crispy meat is fried in a small basket. It is laid out on a table, which seems to be enough for five or six people.

Naturally, they couldn't finish eating, but Ah Yan came back intact, which was a great joy for both of them, and they ate for a long time.

It was windy and rainy outside, but the room was full of fireworks inside. The night was deep and heavy, Su Yao got up again and went to the kitchen to deliver empty plates, and when he came back, he took the small wine pot casually, but found it was empty.

empty?

Although it is not a lot, but just empty?

Su Yao just drank the small half cup, and gave the rest to the big pigeon?

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment, then went to look at the big pigeon.

Fu Xiang had a dignified and solemn face, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, his expression was calm, and his eyes were indifferent.

This seems quite normal.

But... Su Yao couldn't help frowning, why was she so calm?

Su Yao couldn't help shouting: "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Gezi obviously paused, then turned his head: "Boss Su, what's wrong?"

Also recognize people.

The words are also very clear.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Su Yao discovered last time that Fu Gezi is a person who doesn't show face under any circumstances.

Before rushing through the manuscript all night, I didn't have any dark circles under my eyes in the morning. This time I should be drunk, but I can't tell from looking at my face.

Just a little goofy.

The left and right were almost eaten, Su Yao opened the window a little to diffuse the smell, was cleaning up, and sent the leftover food a few times, when he saw Uncle Wu coming down the corridor.

Uncle Wu hesitated slightly: "Boss Su finished eating?"

Su Yao nodded and smiled: "Seeing that Mr. Fu is a little drunk, let's stop eating."

Uncle Wu panicked, and immediately felt a little apprehensive: "... Young Master, is he... all right?"

Su Yao smiled gently: "It's nothing, I didn't drink too much wine, just take a nap."

Uncle Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "Then Boss Su, go back to sleep, you've been tired all day, I'll just go and tidy up."

Today was also a busy day, so Su Yao responded, explained a few words about how to store food, and went back to the room.

After washing up, I couldn't sleep because I was too full.

It was raining heavily, and Su Yao was sitting by the window flipping through the scriptures, thinking about Fu Gezi.

It's uncomfortable to be drunk.

The candle was burning, Su Yao was silent for a moment, and got up to make some sober tea.

In fact, most hangover teas are useless, but when Su Yao thought of the dumbfounded look of the big pigeon, he still made a bowl.

Su Yao served some tea and went to knock on the door, Fu Ling said calmly, "Come in."

Really didn't sleep.

...but the room was brightly lit, and all the candlesticks were lit.

They complement each other, dazzlingly bright.

Su Yao was taken aback.

Among the lights was Fu Gezi reclining on the couch.

Uncle Wu came to tidy him up, so there should be only a middle coat left, but he put on a large coat by himself, the belt was tied crookedly, and only one sleeve was worn...

The big pigeon has a coquettish posture and dull eyes.

Also slightly suspicious.

...What's the matter, you don't recognize me when you turn around?

Although Fu Gezi didn't show his face when he was drunk, and his attire couldn't hide his majesty, but his expression was too flat, showing a slightly dumbfounded look.

Su Yao suddenly felt it was funny, and hurriedly called out: "Mr. Fu, do you still know who I am?"

Fu Gezi looked over and nodded: "Boss Su."

Fu Ling nodded his head like a pigeon pecking rice.

Also strangely cute.

Gao Hua's indifferent Mr. Hetai suddenly became cute, and Su Yao became more and more amused, and sat down on the side of the couch with a small bowl: "Does Mr. Fu have a headache? I made some hangover soup for you."

Fu Ling froze for a moment, panicked by the candlelight, and suddenly changed into a pitiful expression: "I just think you will never come again."

The corners of his eyes drooped, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Su Yao suppressed her smile, she just thought this look was quite amusing: "Why didn't I come?"

"You like him, not me."

Fu Gezi was very angry, "I'm not as good-looking as I am, nor as rich as I am, and I can write and draw without me. Why did you leave when he yelled?"

He rubbed his forehead again, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm still feeling bad, so you're leaving. Once you're gone, I'm going to feel even more uncomfortable."

With Fu Gezi's appearance...he read his lines with emotion.

But this "he" really doesn't exist.

Su Yao couldn't help being stunned for a moment, thinking about the word "like", and then slightly embarrassed, chatting with a big drunk pigeon: "...without him, there would be no one else."

"Yes, I've seen it several times."

Fu Gezi burst out sour bubbles again, "Did you also make him hangover tea?"

where is heAlso hangover tea.

Su Yao said warmly: 039 "No, I made it for you alone."

Fu Gezi glanced at him: "Really?"

Although the pigeon's tone is still holding, there is a little happiness in the eyes.

Su Yao hurriedly said: "Of course. Take a sip quickly, and you won't feel uncomfortable after drinking it."

He scooped out a little with a spoon, Fu Ling finally sat up, bowed his head and drank it all.

Fu Ling didn't reach out, so Su Yao fed him spoonful after spoonful.

A huge rain curtain was pulled up between the sky and the earth, and the rain became heavier again.

It's been almost three watchdays.

Sober up soup is really useless, watching people get even more drunk.

The specific manifestation is that Fu Gezi's expression is much more vivid than before.

Su Yao put down the small white porcelain bowl, and seeing this simple-minded look, she was really worried, and looked around: "Mr. Fu, may I turn off some lights for you?"

The room was burning like fire, Su Yao was really afraid that he would be careless.

Fu Ling tilted his head and looked at him rather strangely: "What are you doing with the lights off?"

Su Yao explained: "If you knock over a candlestick, it's not a joke."

Fu Ling nodded obediently, but frowned: "But this is the rule of marriage. It is not auspicious to turn off the lights in the wedding night between you and me."

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment, his heart fluctuated immediately, and he forcibly suppressed it: "What... what wedding night?"

Fu Gezi took it for granted: "You and me."

Frowning again: "Could it be that you came back not to marry me, but to deliver a bowl of hangover tea?"

... This man was as drunk as a naive big pigeon, how could he remember sober tea so clearly.

Su Yao's heart was a little turbulent, but he felt that the turmoil in this situation was really inexplicable.

He stroked it in a messy tone: "It's not the night of weddings and candles in the bridal chamber. This candle is always burning. It's too dangerous and too wasteful."

As he said that, he was about to get up: "You sit still, I'll go and put out a few lamps."

As soon as he moved this way, Fu Ling frowned all of a sudden, and suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed him, and pressed him tightly in his arms.

Su Yao fell into his arms unexpectedly, her heart thumped suddenly, but she saw him stretch out his hand and make a gesture that he didn't know how to describe, towards the door: "Shut up!"

Su Yao: ...

Su Yao covered her face.

...What kind of script is this?

He suddenly regretted his attempt to reason with Drunk Pigeon just now.

He is still held in the arms of the drunk pigeon.

Pigeon's shaggy coat had been undone, revealing a thin layer of black undershirt. Su Yao was stuck in his arms, feeling a little flustered.

The big pigeon hugged him tightly, wrapped in the smell of sweet wine, and Su Yao couldn't move.

Su Yao was helpless: "Mr. Fu, let me go first..."

Fu Gezi said confidently, "I don't."

He also gave the reason: "It's a wedding night in the bridal chamber, you can't leave me behind."

Su Yao was speechless again, and could only try to say smoothly: "...It's not the wedding night, you remember the date wrong."

"How could I remember wrongly, I have a good memory."

Fu Gezi was serious, "I have a better memory than my second brother."

This rambling way of talking is indeed very drunk.

No wonder Uncle Wu used to stop him from drinking.

Su Yao was still lying in his arms, and was about to speak, but heard the man aggrieved: "You just want to leave, and you still lie to me that you are not married, and you don't hug me."

Fu Gezi likes to get into the drama, these three consecutive accusations make Su Yao really look like a heartless person.

Su Yao was silent, and could only force himself into the scene: "It's really not. If you don't believe me, why don't we wear red? That candle isn't red either."

The big pigeon hugging him seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

Su Yao strikes while the iron is hot: "Besides, you have already sealed the door, and I don't know spells, so how could I escape?"

The big pigeon was taken aback again.

Su Yao was very satisfied, and was about to get up, but found that the big pigeon hugged him even tighter: "But you didn't hug me."

She hugged her waist again, and hugged him a little closer: "Obviously I hugged you."

Su Yao felt cramped, helpless, and very funny.

Su Yao was silent for a while, and after hesitating for a moment, he could only gently stretch out his hand and wrap his arms around his waist: "I'm hugging you."

He put his arms around Fu Ling's waist, and suddenly he heard the beating of his own heart.

Although I couldn't see it, I somehow felt that Fu Gezi was very happy.

Fu Gezi is very happy.

He hugged Su Yao tightly for a while and didn't let go.

It's just that the tick was ticking, the big pigeon didn't speak, but hugged him joyfully, Su Yao lay in his arms, surrounded by the faint smell of wine, gradually... a little sleepy.

Su Yao's eyelids were heavy, and his thoughts became more and more heavy.

He had just closed his eyes, but the big pigeon hugged him and shook him, and he woke up suddenly: "Then when will we spend the wedding night in the bridal chamber?"

Su Yao was helpless, unable to rub his eyes, so he simply rubbed against the pigeon, and began to make up on the spot: "That... next year."

The big pigeon didn't care about this obviously nonsense tone, and was quite angry: "Who chose the day? Si Tianjian?"

How could Si Tianjian have the time to manage the marriage of two ordinary people with plain hair.

Su Yao could only say: "No, it's just... that old gentleman from Xishan."

"What old man, I'm going to find him to change it." Fu Ge was dissatisfied.

Su Yao could only ask along the way: "Then when do you want to change it?"

Fu Gezi is methodical: "I will change it tomorrow, and change it to the day after tomorrow."

Su Yao choked, suddenly amused, and teased him: "It's very valuable to change it once."

Fu Gezi held his head high and said, "I have money."

A large dove inlaid with gold and silver.

Row.

Su Yao smiled: "Then you can go tomorrow and sleep first today, okay?"

As soon as Su Yao moved, Fu Ling did not let go: "I must go tomorrow."

"Okay, okay." Su Yao coaxed him.

"You come with me."

"I'll go, I'll go, let's go together."

Su Yao kept smoothing his hair, and finally realized that Fu Ling's hands were loosening up.

He tentatively let go of his hand, slowly got up, and saw Fu Ling looking at him innocently and joyfully.

Strangely cute big pigeon.

Su Yao didn't take it seriously either, and coaxed him with a smile: "I'll go with you tomorrow, you sleep first, and I'll turn off the lights, okay?"

Fu Ling grabbed him with one hand, and asked again: "Why did you turn off the lights?"

Su Yao changed the reason directly this time: "It's so bright."

Fu Ling looked around and said affirmatively, "Dazzling."

Su Yao finally coaxed him, put him on the couch, covered him with a small quilt, patted him, hurriedly got up and extinguished all the candlesticks in the room, leaving only a nine-turn candlestick beside the couch.

When I was drunk, I lit all the candles in the room, but fortunately I didn't burn them.

All the lights in the room were extinguished, except for the flickering candles beside the couch, reflecting Fu Ling's deep eyes.

Su Yao looked at him, "Go to sleep."

Fu Ling turned over immediately: "Where are you going?"

Su Yao perfunctory: "Go to bed first."

Fu Ge was angry: "Are you going to run again? Are you going to find him again? When did you steal the door opening spell?"

Su Yao: ...

...Forgot about spells.

Su Yao had no choice but to go back and sit down by the couch: "I won't run, I'll watch you sleep, okay?"

Fu Ling came up and hugged him again.

This time he didn't let go, but leaned back and lay down directly.

Su Yao was held in his arms with one hand, and this time he was really lying on his body.

Fu Ling seemed to be hugging a big baby, his eyes were dark and bright: "You can't run, you sleep with me."

Su Yao leaned against his chest, and met a pair of red and phoenix eyes as soon as he raised his head, and his whole heart was pounding like a rabbit.

He was very embarrassed, and then he came up with a sentence: "... how can you sleep like this, don't you feel panicked? Let me get up."

The big pigeon held him down: "Don't press, you are light and soft."

Su Yao's face turned red.

He propped himself up a little bit, avoiding the serious gaze of the drunk pigeon: "Then I can't sleep like this, I don't feel well."

Fu Ling was taken aback when he heard the words, and then let go of his hands: "Then you lie down next to me."

Su Yao was silent, sighed inwardly, and took off his outer shirt.

Drunk Pigeon also gave him half of the quilt: "Cover it for you."

Su Yao stepped past him, grabbed the quilt and wrapped it up: "Sleep quickly."

Fu Ling was so drunk that he was obedient, so he lay down obediently and fell asleep.

The shadows of the candles beside the couch flickered dimly, and the wind and rain outside the window were terrified. Su Yao nestled in the thin quilt, closed her eyes, and felt drowsy again.

...Forget it, just sleep here.

It's not the first time we slept together.

Su Yao slammed his eyes shut, his head was sinking, and the pigeon beside him started to heal again.

Su Yao pulled up the quilt to cover her face: "What is Mr. Fu going to do?"

Fu Ling grabbed Su Yao's quilt and tore it away.

The candle was flickering, and when Su Yao opened her eyes in a daze, she saw Fu Ling's serious face: "There is something to do before going to bed."

Su Yao turned over helplessly, regained consciousness for a while, and planned to start coaxing the pigeon again: "What are you doing?"

Fu Ling looked at him, and Su Yao suddenly had a bad feeling.

Fu Ling stood up, lowered his head, cupped Su Yao's face, and kissed him.

Su Yao was startled, and his heart surged in an instant.

The big pigeon kissed him on the cheek and looked up: "I'm going to marry you, so I have to kiss you before going to bed."

Su Yao's whole body was on fire.

He only felt his hands and feet curled up, and couldn't help but shrink into the quilt and move closer to the wall.

But Fu Gezi brought him back with one hand, then leaned over again, and said solemnly: "I kissed you before, now it's your turn."