The story between me and the building opposite

18.

When the banquet was about to start, the other party came slowly behind the little prince; full of anticipation, he wanted the other party to look at him, and hoped that the other party's eyes would bring some excitement.As a result, the other party looked at me instead, with a casual glance, just like looking at a stranger, without any emotion in it.

There is no excitement as I imagined, no intimacy.

For the other party, he is like a person who has nothing to do with him.

Did you offend him?Or are the words in the other party's letter all false?

Uncomfortable emotions are like sour oranges filling my heart, and the spicy wine slides down my throat, and it seems to be on fire when it enters my stomach.

It doesn't matter, the other party doesn't care about me anyway.

When the big beauty said to start the banquet, I don't know if I was too self-indulgent, the other party glanced at me; maybe I got a little drunk after a few glasses of wine, and I even had some fantasies.

The way the other party looked at him just now, it seemed that he would never look at him again.

It's an illusion.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, looking at the singing and dancing in front of him, he couldn't help but look up, and found that the other party was staring at the singing and dancing below.

Sure enough, it is a color embryo.

After all, he still prefers women.But the other party never said that he liked him, and he was just wishful thinking.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and when he was halfway through the drink, a little eunuch was inexplicably changed by his side to pour the wine for him.Although I was a little dazed, the change of someone beside me still made me feel a little more alert.

"Where's the one who poured wine for me just now?"

The little eunuch smiled: "The regent said that you drank too much wine and hoped that you would drink less, so he asked the servant to change you a pot of less strong wine."

Subconsciously looking at the beautiful woman, the other party's eyes are still not on her, and the accumulated resentment and grievances are vented on the wine glass in her hand: "Pour wine."

The wine in the mouth is mellow and fragrant, not as strong as the wine just drunk. It makes people feel that there is only a warmth slipping in from the throat, and the aftertaste is also sweet, which makes people feel a little flustered and can't help but want to have another glass.

Not long after, the singing and dancing in front of my eyes was blurred, in a trance that seemed near and far away, making people a little unpredictable.

"General, you are drunk, the regent said you can go to the side hall to rest, can the servant take you there?"

i will get drunkI've drank so much and so much strong wine in the frontier, and how can the wine in this hothouse make me drunk.

But in a daze, I seem to have heard the other party mention the great beauty. It was the great beauty who asked me to go to the side hall to rest. Has the other party been paying attention to me all the time?

I don't know if it's because of the effect of the wine, or because I know that the beauty cares about me, and I suddenly feel my mood float up. The wine that was already a bit of a drink became even more so, crushing my reason.

"Walk."

The wine sent by the beauty should be milder, why does the more I drink it, the more drifting I become?Is it the reason why I went back to Beijing, not getting used to it?

He was still being supported by the people around him, and then suddenly it seemed that the little eunuch next to him had changed again, stumbling on his feet, and he heard a low and hoarse voice around him asking him to lift his feet, unconsciously listening to the other party's words, moving his Feet lifted.

What seems to be wrong?

Am I not going to the side hall?It should be a few steps away, why do you have to lift your feet?

And the people around him seem to be very tall, raised their heads in a daze, and asked softly: "Aren't we going to the side hall?"

"The journey to the side hall is a bit far away, please ask the general to come to you."

How can the side hall be so far away?Shouldn't it?Or is it that I haven't been in the palace for too long, and many memories in the palace have gone wrong?Or something else?

The excess of alcohol has been lingering in my mind, I seem to be leaning on a warm back.

19.

The sedan chair was too wobbly, which made my already aching head hurt even more. I couldn't help frowning; I put my hand on the person beside me, and poked the person with my fingertips unconsciously:

"You tell them to slow down, this general is uncomfortable."

"Where is the pain?"

This voice was too gentle, which made me feel a little familiar, as if I had heard it before; maybe it was the little eunuch just now, didn't I also hear the other party's voice just now?

The warm touch was slowly rubbing on the temples, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

In the dream, I dreamed that I was back when I was a child. The moment the beauty sitting on the tree in the dream turned her head back, her cold eyes were like the slightly cool water waves in early spring, rippling into my heart.

At that time, the other party felt really good when he looked at him.

But the opponent has changed.

become too unfamiliar.

It was as if I had suddenly fallen into the softness of darkness, and I suddenly raised my head, in a trance, my eyes couldn't see the sight in front of me clearly, I only felt that there was some vague candlelight, and there was a blur in front of my eyes. silhouette.

Now that Kyoto is warmer than the frontier, I already feel irritable after drinking, but I always feel some cool wind blowing on my body, and I can't help but get goose bumps all over my body.

Stretching out my hand to the person in front of me, the tentacles were filled with slippery warmth. I couldn't help but get closer to the person in front of me. When I looked closer, I realized that the person in front of me looked a bit like a beautiful woman, but she was not like the high-ranking regent. There is no trace of coldness, nor the strangeness of alienation.

"You are really good at it now. After becoming the regent, you don't even look at me; it's so well written in the letter, so well written..."

After talking about it, I couldn't help murmuring alone, the more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged, looking at the person in front of me as if the other person was really in front of me.

Mingming said in the letter that he would wait for me.

He said he would wait for me in Kyoto.

Well, you can never believe what a man says. Obviously, I am also a man myself, and I know this truth very well.

"You liar, you said you would wait for me."

The rough palm of the other party took off the clothes that were not completely taken off my body, and gently raised my restless hand:

"Hey, I didn't lie to you."

"I've been waiting for you."

"You lied, you obviously didn't wait for me." When blinking, perhaps because the candlelight was too dazzling, I felt that my eye sockets were sore, "You didn't even look at me just now."

"That's because..." The breath of the other party's approach completely enveloped me. I don't know if it is the smell of wine from my body that infects the other party, or it is because the other party's body itself has the smell of wine, which is too much. It's intoxicating.

"I'm afraid that if I look at it one more time, I won't be able to bear it."

Can't help what?

The warm touch on my lips made my mind even more confused, and the thoughts that had finally become a little clearer were dispelled in an instant.

Is it a beauty?

Will it be him who is embracing me at this moment?

A moment of joy makes it difficult to distinguish reality from fantasy, and even makes people feel a little panic. The constant intertwining makes me hug the other party in an attempt to find a deeper response.

"Zian."

I heard the other party's response in a trance:

"I'm here."

Well, he is here.