Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

He Yan filled the cup by herself, and drank it all in one gulp. Although the farmhouse wine is not as drunk as the immortals in Wanjia Restaurant, it still has a special flavor.

In his previous life, he was extravagant and lustful, and he had a problem with being expensive and expensive.In this life in Wuliang Valley, although it is not a place with a good reputation, Wuliangzi is also a fastidious person, even with a few apprentices who have no worries about food and clothing.

At this time, a glass of grass wine is not a fine wine, nor is it a golden cup or a jade cup. He Yan raises her hands and sips and pecks, drinking it with the comfort of being pampered.

Hang Che kept his eyes on him, wondering what he was thinking.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but also looked at He Yan, then at Hang Che, and thought: "I don't know which noble son from a noble family sneaked out to visit the mountains and rivers without even bringing a guard, so he can't stay in my shop tonight." Something went wrong!"

He Yan only ordered her own wine, and Hang Che didn't intend to share a drink, and sat right across from him.

He Yan said in this life that she wants the prodigal son to turn around and change his mind. It is hard to say anything else, but in the matter of wine, he has indeed improved a lot.

The capacity for alcohol has improved, and she is no longer Liang Yao, who is strong on the outside but capable in the middle. This pair of He Yan's skin is as big as the river and the sea, and she has the heroic spirit of a thousand cups; her wine quality has also improved. aloof.

Lin Yun used to have such a drinking capacity and taste.

In his impression, Lin Yun is the kind of good student who doesn't drink at all. If Lin Yun didn't fight for him that time, he might never know that Lin Yun is actually very good at drinking.

He Yan poured her own food, her movements were relaxed and unrestrained, one cup, two cups and three cups.

He sighed without a trace.

Telling myself countless times not to think about it is futile.

The scene of drinking wine that night in the previous life still surfaced.

At that time, his father's business was in the growth stage, and he was not yet able to command the wind and rain in the circle of the young master.

At that time, the wine bureau suddenly ran into the prince of his father's rival group in the business field. At that time, the situation outside was that the opponent group was suppressing his father's company, so the prince also wanted to suppress him in the wine market.

We met on a narrow road, he knew it was not good as soon as he entered the drinking party that day, so he couldn't go back straight.

At that time, not long after he came out of the hospital due to alcoholism, he crawled back to his life from alcohol, and had a slight resistance when he saw alcohol again.In the past, he was suffocated and indulgent when playing wine, but he never forced himself. That time he had to bite the bullet and force himself to drink and drink, and the result was that he became drunk faster.

Lin Yun appeared when he drank until his temples twitched.

The scene at that time, after two lifetimes, is still vivid in my memory.

Every movement and every detail of Lin Yun seems to be engraved into time, dyed with old haze in the years, and every picture is so exquisite that it is unforgettable.

He Yan felt his nose a little sour, just like his own feeling at that time.

At that time Lin Yun walked behind him politely and took his wine glass.

The fingers that were touched inadvertently conveyed the chilling coolness brought by Lin Yun in the autumn night.He Yan's fingers curled up unconsciously, her fingertips were empty, and the melancholy feeling separated by time and space filled her heart.

At that time, Lin Yun raised his glass and said: "He has just been discharged from the hospital and is not in good health. I will drink for him."

The other party asked him: "Who are you, why can you drink less for Liang?"

Lin Yun's voice was not loud, but his words were sonorous: "I am his younger brother, and Mr. Liang and I are in the same family. Is this enough?"

The other party made things difficult for him, and asked Liang Yao: "What he said is true? Why have you never heard that you have brothers?"

He Yan remembered that at that time she deliberately avoided the brother's question, and replied bravely: "I don't need him to drink, I can."

The consequence of his non-cooperation is that Lin Yun not only has to drink the wine that should have been drunk by him at three times the price, but also has to pass the customs.

High-concentration liquor was poured into Lin Yun's stomach one cup after another.

From the disdain and teasing at the beginning to the shock at the end, the changes in the expression of the other party are ridiculous and exaggerated.

He Yan's memory has eliminated all unnecessary people and magazines, leaving only Lin Yun's calm gaze and transparent liquor, and the people around him have become blurred shadows.

Lin Yun's 20-year-old body is thin and slightly thin, and his face is gradually turning red from the smell of alcohol.

That kind of drinking would be fatal, and that was the first time he realized that he didn't want to see Lin Yun again.

He tried to snatch his wine glass halfway, and also tried to pour another glass to join the wine game, but was stopped by Lin Yun.

The person on the other side ranged from surprise to disbelief to complete shock.

After finishing the last glass of wine, Lin Yun did not procrastinate in the slightest. He solemnly raised the empty glass to the other prince and asked, "Young Master Zhang, do you want to drink?"

Lin Yun used three cups for one cup, and Zhang Shao drank so badly that his eyes were blurred. Lin Yun, a scholar, forcibly drank like a general in the drinking game.

No one can stop him and dare to stop him.

"What do you want to go home with me?" Lin Yun stopped in front of him and asked after passing by the whole bar.

At that time, Liang Yao gave up violent confrontation and non-cooperation for the first time, and silently agreed with Lin Yun.

The restaurant is a top luxury club located on the side of Chang'an Street. Both of them were drunk, unable to drive, no one spoke, and no one asked for a car.

They were silent, with Lin Yun in front and he in the back, stepping on the empty echoes of Chang'an Avenue, step by step, going home.

It was the rare tranquility between the two of them in the previous life. Although they had to walk back, it still seemed that the time was not long enough.

The solemnity of Chang'an Street became an indelible background in my memory. Lin Yun's stubborn and calm figure penetrated time and space and fell into He Yan's eyes at this time.

He twitched his eyelashes slightly, and couldn't see the person in front of him clearly.

Lin Yun?

No.

Her eyes were covered with fog, and He Yan turned her head to hide her momentary trance and sadness.

After a heart-wrenching experience, he woke up from a big dream, started a new life, and found that some parts of himself began to look more and more like Lin Yun.

Such as the amount of alcohol, such as the quality of the wine, such as the reduced hostility.

He Yan opened her eyes wide, and the fundus of her eyes gradually cleared up.

Sitting upright in front of and across from him was Hang Che.

Lord Zhuoyu.

Why, ever since I saw him, did I think of Lin Yun again and again?

And why, he has repeatedly softened his heart towards him, and he is not angry at all for those seemingly rude actions, and it is even understandable?

After all, a person who has lived two lives, why should he compete with anyone else.

He Yan thought: It is probably no longer possible for me to treat anyone like I did to Lin Yun. All my fangs and sharp claws have been shown to Lin Yun.

All the lights were given to Lin Yun... Liang Yao is a scumbag!

He Yan didn't drink too fast, and looked very carefree on the outside.

After one pot is finished, change to another pot.

Drinking alone doesn't feel boring to him. In this life, He Yan can enjoy herself in everything she does, including drinking by herself.

He didn't intend to invite Hang Che to accompany him for a drink, and Hang Che's upright posture obviously didn't intend to drink.

He Yan drank a few sips, glanced at Hang Che, and regarded him as an appetizer.

Clear eyebrows, sharp nose and thin face, white teeth and pale lips.

Take two mouthfuls of side dishes and take another look, and look at Hang Che's side face from a slightly angled angle.

Hang Che's slightly bowed side face is similar to Lin Yun's.

The previous time I was too far away in the formation and didn't notice it. This time I saw a red mole on Hang Che's left earlobe, which looked like a woman's pierced ear. This pinhole-sized red was the only bright color on his body. A little bit, on the fair complexion, it is strangely unique, and it makes people very beautiful.

Hang Che met his gaze quietly, He Yan moved her eyes away in embarrassment, and thought without thinking: "If Hang Che is a woman..."

so what?

It is rare to come across a woman who catches your eye, and you should marry her home, hide her, coax her, love her, and give her the best... He Yan thought, maybe he can learn how to love, tolerate, and understand in this life.

If there is an afterlife, if he can meet Lin Yun, he will tell Lin Yun with a smile: "Hey, look, I'm not that bad, and I can make my family live happily."

In addition, it is probably difficult to ask Lin Yun no matter what the scene is - "Can you try not to hate me so much?"

When he lowered his head, he saw that the wine in the glass was full, and the only one who could pour wine for him without anyone noticing was the weak-looking scholar opposite.

In this way, one drank the other, two jars of wine, and drank for half an hour.

This kind of ordinary wine, after two jars, He Yan can't even get drunk, only her face is slightly bright red.

He couldn't see it himself, but Hang Che on the opposite side saw him, stared at him silently for two seconds, thought of something, and slowly turned his face away with a dignified expression.

When leaving the restaurant, He Yan packed two jars of wine.

Xiao Er brought it up, but before He Yan could pick it up, Hang Che had consciously reached out to pick it up.

He Yan laughed teasingly and stretched out her hand to pick it up: "Will your life be shortened if you bother Zhuo Yujun to carry the wine?"

Hang Che actually replied awe-inspiringly: "It's a matter of husband's duty."

He Yan: "..."

It seems that every time he teases, he ends up being taken advantage of by his tongue.

Outside the restaurant, the sun is already on the west mountain.

The streets were deserted and the cold swish was eerie.

Back to Yuqianlou, the six members of the Hang family were all waiting in the lobby of the restaurant.

He Yan didn't need to worry about it at all, Hang Che kept a good wine without anyone noticing, and asked He Yan, "Go?"

As night fell, He Yan knew that Hang Che was asking him if he wanted to go night hunting.

"Of course I'm going." He Yan thugs blew a long whistle, and sent a message to Junior Brother Xie Jingyan.

The descendants of the Hang family really have plans in this town.

The disciples probably searched the town for a few days and learned the details of the deceased.

Each of the deceased had been to Luohupo opposite the town, and they all committed suicide within three days of madness.

He Yan listened and further verified her own judgment - the ominous thing is the soul-eating beast.

There is a small river in front of the tiger's slope. The river is quite wide, and it is impossible to jump across it.

Several disciples of the Hang family were still inexperienced, so they pulled out their swords from under their collars and crossed the river with their swords.

He Yan was shocked. With such a long sword, the disciples of the Hang family could actually hide it under the collar.

Turning to look at Hang Che, waiting to see where he drew his sword, I really want to know where Hang Che hid the sword!

But the other party took his shoulders and crossed the river in one leap.

"Hang Che, I can fly by myself!"

He Yan straightened her clothes, and only had time to glare at Hang Che. A figure flickered in front of her eyes, and He Yan diverted her attention and asked, "Jingyan, how is the situation?"

Xie Jingyan came down from Huluopo and said, "I didn't see anything, but I saw that Meng Yao went in."

It was only then that He Yan's forethought and foresight appeared: "I see that her face is turning blue, such a beautiful woman just ignores this nameless town, there really is a problem."

Next to him, Hang Che's face sank like water, and he didn't express his opinion.

He Yan didn't need Hang Che's expression "I misunderstood you just now".First, he himself does have the problem of caring for women, especially good-looking women. This symptom is much milder than in previous lives, but it is difficult to completely change the habit.Second, women are bones made of water. It is the minimum politeness for him to be gentle with them and give women priority. He doesn't need anyone's understanding to be frank.

The last bit of twilight sinks, and the night is like a black pot covering a tiger's slope.

The disciples of the Hang family trained quickly, and they searched along the way in pairs.

Walking to the middle of the mountain, the six sons came back to report.

Hang Pu took the lead and said: "Mr. Zhuoyu, the east and west are framed, above the middle of the mountain." He also presented some fragmented clues, including a woman's hairpin.

He Yan said: "This hairpin looks like that Miss Meng Yao's..." Just as he was about to twist it, Hang Che handed the hairpin back to Hang Pu.

He Yan looked at Hang Che speechlessly: "..."

Hang Che seems to have a kind of resistance when he comes into contact with women. Has he been stimulated before?

Xie Jingyan skimmed down from the top of the slope, carrying a piece of fabric in her hand.

He Yan took it, twisted it, sniffed it under her nose, and handed it back to Xie Jingyan before Hang Che looked over.

After sniffing it hastily, I still caught the breath on the piece of clothing. It was undoubtedly a soul-eating beast, but there was also a bit of other strong and dangerous smell.

The cracks in the clothes are bite marks, and the woman named Meng Yao may be in danger.

He Yan's face darkened: "That thing may have mutated!"