domestic hell grinder

Before leaving, Ling An specially came over to help Yin Zhao check his eyes, and dropped some liquid medicine by the way.This time the medicinal solution seemed to be replaced with a new one, and it hurt a little when it got into the eyes, Yin Zhao subconsciously called Yue Ling.

But no response was heard.

"Isn't Yue Ling here?"

Ling An felt a little helpless: "Shouldn't you just go out and change clothes? Why do you think it's so tight?"

"Or do you not believe me?" Ling An continued to joke.

Yin Zhao shook his head: "You are Yue Ling's friend, so you can't be untrustworthy."

"Don't move around," Ling An held him down, "If you think like this, I will feel a psychological burden. It's just that Yue Ling helped me before, so I'm just helping me now."

"Ling An, you go and close the door."

After Ling An did so, he smiled slyly: "What do you want to whisper to me?"

"Did Yue Ling have any special stories before?"

"That's it?" Ling An instantly withdrew his smile, "You want to ask about love history, right? I don't know, after all, we don't get along every day, and he is good at hiding, but if you really want to know, I'll teach you good idea."

"any solution?"

"Get him drunk, you can definitely get him."

"...You really are unreliable."

"...you talk to me carefully." After Ling An finished speaking, he seemed to sense something, turned his head sideways, his eyes froze.

Yue Ling jumped in through the window.

"Why did you lock the door?" Yue Ling frowned, "No, why did you lock the door."

"Ling An, I just asked you to close it." Yin Zhao muttered in a low voice.

Ling An has always been clever but now he is suffocated: "The wind... the wind is strong."

Yue Ling had a look of 'you continue to make up', but when he walked over slowly, he said, "The wind is strong."

Ling An picked up Yin Zhao's wrist: "You see, the child's hands are frozen blue."

Yin Zhao: ...I twisted it.

Yue Ling took the liquid medicine in Ling An's hand: "I'll do it."

"Did you change the potion? The previous drip didn't hurt."

"So it's useless."

Ling An:?

When Ling An was about to leave, he patted Yin Zhao's shoulder meaningfully.

Yue Ling raised the back of his hand to wipe off the liquid that had slid down to Yin Zhao's chin: "Sure enough, you guys are hiding something from me."

"Ling An taught me some weird things all day long, but you sure don't like to hear them, so I won't say anything."

"..."

After some tossing, he went out smoothly.But Yin Zhao always vaguely remembered what was missing, what was it?He thought hard for a while before finally remembering a key item: "Yue Ling, don't you want to wear handcuffs this time?"

When the sound of silver handcuffs falling to the ground suddenly sounded in his mind, Yue Ling's brows showed a cold look: "You want to cut off one more."

Yin Zhao felt aggrieved: "Didn't I be afraid of hurting your hand that time?"

"This kind of injury is nothing compared to me going to fight with Su Chi."

"Then hold this this time," Yin Zhao explored with his right hand for a few seconds, and finally touched Yue Ling's wrist, "I will never cut off your hand."

Yue Ling subconsciously withdrew his hand, but extended it a little later, letting him hold it, "Yin Zhao, speak carefully."

"I really don't know how to chop."

"Yin Zhao, Xiacheng has rules, don't talk on the road, or you will be arrested by the committee."

"Why do I think you made it up now?"

"If you talk again, they will really come."

"I don't believe it, I just want to say it."

"..."

Although it was Yin Zhao who said it was boring to just stay at Ling An's house, he was also the one who dozed off at the concert and put his head on Yue Ling's shoulder.It's not that the concert is boring, it's just that Yin Zhao couldn't sleep last night when he thought about going out with Yue Ling to hang out today.

It wasn't until the ensemble made too high a voice that Yin Zhao suddenly straightened his head.

Yue Ling asked calmly, "You don't like this place?"

Yin Zhao patted his head: "No, the previous performance was so soothing, I fell asleep after relaxing for a while."

"Do you still want to hear it?"

Yin Zhao suddenly became interested: "Yue Ling, can you play an instrument?"

"know a bit."

"I've never seen you play,"

Yue Ling thought for a while, then led him up: "Follow me."

Yin Zhao was led by Yue Ling for a long distance before stopping. He only knew that he was talking with the person in charge of the venue, but the voices of both of them were a little low, and Yin Zhao could hardly hear clearly.

After walking for a while, the complicated music gradually dissipated. Yin Zhao thought that Yue Ling had brought him out, so he quickly said, "It's not that I don't like this concert."

Yue Ling didn't answer, and took him two steps to the left, saying, "You can sit here."

Yin Zhao didn't understand what he meant, but he sat down obediently. After Yue Ling let go of his wrist, a smooth piano sound came from his ear.

Although Yin Zhao has a natural filter for Yue Ling, even if he puts aside the filter at this moment, he will sincerely feel that the sound that hits his ears is like clear water splashing jade.

Yue Ling is the best in everything he does.Yin Zhao is a little proud.

When the rhythm entered a stable period, Yin Zhao couldn't help asking, "Yue Ling, where is this?"

"Backstage, the person in charge is very talkative and agrees with us to come in."

"Yue Ling, when did you learn it? I think it sounds better than outside."

"I used to learn something when I was bored, but it's been a long time, and I have forgotten the exact time."

That's right, Yue Ling has a long life, I'm afraid 'boring' is the norm.When Yin Zhao was thinking wildly, his complexion was not very good.

In the gaps when he didn't need to read the score, Yue Ling sometimes raised his eyes to look at Yin Zhao, but this time he found that he looked obviously a little disappointed.

What's wrong?Yue Ling frowned slightly, and his men even played a wrong note.

When Yin Zhao came back to his senses, he found that Yue Ling had obviously changed his music style and became a little cheerful. When he heard the jumping tone, he couldn't help chuckling.

But Yin Zhao's unrecovered eyes naturally couldn't see the slightly raised corners of Yue Ling's mouth.

When Yue Ling made the last note, his eyes still fell on Yin Zhao who was sitting obediently in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of dust settled in my heart.

"No more playing?"

"Yin Zhao, where else do you want to go? My fingers are a little tired."

"Except for the auction city, I can do anything."

"There is an open-air tavern outside, let's go and sit."

As soon as Yin Zhao heard about drinking, he suddenly remembered Ling An's instigation of 'getting drunk', and made no secret of his excitement: "Okay, okay, I want to go."

"Just to take you to the hair dryer, you can't drink here."

Just drink it.Yin Zhao smiled and said, "It's good to have a hair dryer, I just feel bored too."

The evening wind blows, and the coolness blows, which makes Yin Zhao miss the slightly hot feeling of the wine slipping into his throat for a while.

Yin Zhao said softly, "Yue Ling, I want to drink."

Yue Ling refused without thinking: "No, even if I can turn wine into something you can drink, I can't indulge you, or you will develop the habit of eating out."

"Just one cup, just—" Yin Zhao's voice was suddenly interrupted by the sound of fireworks.

Yin Zhao shook his five fingers in front of his eyes in amazement: "Xiacheng is setting off fireworks?"

"The committee has money, and it's common for the whole city to release it all night."

Yin Zhao suddenly became nervous and jumped off the high chair: "Then let's go, don't you try not to touch the bright light with your eyes?"

"It's okay." Yue Ling turned around slowly, leaving the radiance behind him, "You didn't make it to the fireworks festival you wanted to go to. Although you can't see it now, you should make up for it."

Yin Zhao sat down again, and the outstretched five fingers seemed to be able to sense the warmth from the light and shadow.

"Yue Ling, isn't it more suitable to drink now?"

"Not suitable." Yue Ling said as he picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Yin Zhao didn't give up, and continued to make bad ideas: "Guess the boxing game, if I lose, I can drink."

Yue Ling looked sideways at Bai Ling beside his ear: "Are you sure you can judge winning or losing?"

"You'll know later." When Yue Ling was caught off guard, Yin Zhao found the position of Yue Ling's wrist, held it up, and then clenched his other hand into a fist to touch Yue Ling's palm.

Yue Ling was stunned for a while by the smooth operation.

This man... this... alas.

Yin Zhao said triumphantly: "You play cloth, I play fist, I lose, you can drink."

Someone's happy face caught Yue Ling's eyes, and finally made him lose the battle: "Just this time, in the future, don't pester you for food when you come out."

"I promise."

I promise I will do it again next time.

The sound of the wine colliding with the wall of the cup was particularly clear. Yin Zhaoxun touched the handle of the cup: "Yue Ling, you promised me just now that I will drink one cup and you will drink five cups."

"I do not have."

"Then I'll give you five cups and you'll have one cup."

Yue Ling: "I have five cups."

Next, Yin Zhao slyly coaxed Yue Ling to pour himself three more cups. It stands to reason that Yue Ling had already drunk the No. 15 cup, but when Yin Zhao talked to him, he found that his logic was still clear.

If this continues, I will be the first to get drunk.Yin Zhao touched his earlobe.

I get drunk first?Yin Zhao suddenly shivered.That's right, he can talk nonsense after drinking, and he is not afraid of Yue Linghammer.

Of course, you can't be really drunk, otherwise the situation will be out of control.

Yin Zhao took advantage of Yue Ling's walk away to buy wine, secretly pinched his cheek a few times to make sure it was flushed.

Next, it's the turn of the table.

Seeing that Yin Zhao seemed drunk, Yue Ling slowly put the warm water in his hand aside, and patted his back for fear: "Can you still stand up?"

"Yue Ling," Yin Zhao raised his head suddenly, trying to slur his words, "My eyes won't get better."

"It will be fine, I said it will be."

"You are responsible for me."

"I am responsible for you."

"It's not this kind of responsibility, it's that kind of responsibility."

Yue Ling was slightly taken aback: "Which... kind?"

Yin Zhao leaned his head on his shoulder along the way: "What do you think?"

Yue Ling froze for a moment, then straightened Yin Zhao upright, his eyes shone brightly in the night: "Yin Zhao, are you really drunk?"

Yin Zhao nodded, then shook his head, looking dazed.

For a moment, Yue Ling's eyes showed a hint of struggle.

When he finally spoke, his voice was very soft: "If you are sober, I will reject you without hesitation. The reason is - I am a long-lived god, and you are a short-lived ghost. If we become a partner, I will have a long life The long years of chewing the pain alone, and the short-lived joys are too heavy a price for me to pay."

Fortunately, Yin Zhao was blindfolded, otherwise he would not be able to hide his red eyes.

"However," Yue Ling paused, and slowly put his slender hands on the back of Yin Zhao's head, as if to support him, "Since you're drunk now, I don't seem to be so sober," he paused, "I can't figure out whether it will be better if I drink a few more glasses."