Rebirth of the Long Night Starlight

It is completely unexpected that after climbing the stairs, it is another scene.

Like all buildings in FH, the restaurant is not high, strictly speaking, it is three and a half floors high.On the top is a semi-open-air terrace, which is covered by flower trellises, and the seats are also designed in the style of swings, overlooking the night view of the entire river.

The problem is, this is obviously a couple!

Meng Yanchi was about to jump up to protest—was sitting in the couple's VIP box with great fanfare in a place like the top floor for fear that others would not see it?Now that the night is getting darker, there are more and more boats on the river, the lights are flickering, and the sound of oars and oars is slowly rippling along with folk songs.Although the local dialect is incomprehensible, compared with Wu Nong's soft language in the south of the Yangtze River, it has a vaguely sincere and foreign style.

"There are many witches in the land of Jingchu. Because it is far away from the Central Plains, it was one of the last areas to be civilized during the Warring States period. At that time, many Chu people were still wearing leaves and hats, speaking birds and beasts." Feng Yeshu was quite interested. I chose a seat with a good view and sat down, and the proprietress personally delivered the candlesticks and tableware.The white cat jumped onto the table from her arms, jumped into Feng Yeshu's arms two or three times, and scratched his neck with its tail.

Meng Yanchi really wished he could find a place to cover his face, the proprietress seemed to see what he was thinking, and lowered the curtain on the ceiling to block the view of the neighbors.The curtains are made of gauze and silk, and you can see the shadows of the people, but you can't see the faces clearly. When the candles are lit, the two sit opposite each other, and their silhouettes are in profile.Meng Yanchi looked at the other seats, most of them were couples having a drink, as long as they got a little closer, the two figures would stick together, the people in the seat didn't realize it, but the viewers couldn't help but start infinite associations.

This proprietress is quite good at flirting.

Meng Yanchi kept reminding himself to be calm.After all, there is such a layer of veil blocking it, so it will not be recognized at a glance, although the atmosphere is a bit ambiguous...

Since Feng Yeshu is sitting still, if he is not calm, wouldn't he appear guilty?

It's just that the candlelight is blowing, and the face of the person opposite is appearing and disappearing in the darkness while the lights are on and off. A pair of pure black eyes are deeper than the night sky.The ballad of Chudi sang about Jun Xi He Xi, the moist air seemed to be heard thousands of years ago, did the boatman who was on the same boat with the prince also see such a pair of eyebrows and eyes, and was fascinated .

The proprietress Tingting curled up with the menu and handed it to Feng Yeshu. Meng Yanchi was taken away before he even glanced at the menu. Meng Yanchi could only see Feng Yeshu's slightly smiling side face and his slender fingers pointing What it looks like on the menu.The cat curled up in Feng Yeshu's arms, found a good seat, rubbed it comfortably, and let out a "meow", Meng Yanchi suddenly thought of the stray cat he picked up with Feng Yeshu in his previous life.

Feng Yeshu attracts all cat-type creatures in the world. Most cats seem to be unable to resist his charm. He is clearly not a cat-type creature, so why can't he resist him?

The candles flickered, the river gurgled outside the window, and a tree branch slanting across the wall outside the window could be vaguely seen. The slanting moon above the head was faintly shining. The atmosphere was good. The proprietress came up with a small boiler, lit it with a lighter, and the small silver pot After the duck was stewed, a few side dishes were served, and then he picked up the white cat that was huddled in Feng Yeshu's arms and refused to leave, and went downstairs quietly.

There was only one flickering candle in the middle of the dishes on the table, and Feng Yeshu's eyes flickered against the light, and those black eyes reflected the shimmer, so deep that people couldn't look directly at them.

"Yeshu seems to know a lot of allusions about Chu." In order to divert his attention, Meng Yanchi had to continue talking about Feng Yeshu's previous topic. He lowered his head and picked up a piece of duck meat. Choking his throat, Meng Yanchi coughed twice and took a sip of the rice wine on the table. The rice wine tasted sweet and spicy, and the heat suddenly burned up. Fortunately, the candle was dim and his red face could not be seen, "Why don't you tell me Tell me an interesting anecdote?"

Feng Yeshu picked up a piece of meat, took a sip of wine, turned his eyes to Meng Yanchi and said, "Do you know Yue Ren Song?"

Meng Yanchi didn't expect Feng Yeshu to ask about this song. Of course "Song of the Yue People" is famous, "It's the song 'Tonight and Hexi, I'm in the middle of the boat. When is it today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince.

Be ashamed and be good, don't be ashamed.I was so upset that I learned about the prince.There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know it. '? "

Yanchi has no other abilities, but the endorsement is not bad. After all, he was born in a major in his previous life, and this poem is about secret love. Naturally, he was very impressed, but he really didn't expect Feng Yeshu to regard this song as a song. Anecdotes.

Feng Yeshu nodded, "However, this song has to be sung in the ancient Chu language to have its charm. Modern people can't sing that feeling anymore. I heard an old man who studied Chu culture sing it. It's a very beautiful song."

"Can you sing?"

"I don't have that ability, and I can't sing about the boatman's deep love for the prince. The Chu land has been open since ancient times, and sex is even more informal. Since there is a boatman who loves the prince, it is nothing unusual to meet the goddess who is pregnant with the king at night. "

Meng Yanchi felt that it was really misleading to discuss this kind of topic with Feng Yeshu on such a flickering candle night. If Feng Yeshu hadn't been sitting across from him, he would have suspected that he had met someone in the PUB who used subtle language about 419 man.

I don't know if the wine in Chu Di was too strong, Feng Yeshu's face flushed a little after drinking two cups, he loosened his collar and cuffs, and drank and ate meat loudly.

Meng Yanchi pushed the little fish in the river towards Feng Yeshu, and saw Feng Yeshu's beautiful collarbone and shoulder line.Feng Yeshu's clothes are always conservative, and he rarely shows his collarbone. It's rare for him to unbutton his collar and cuffs. Although he saw his body more than once when he was an assistant, it's still exciting to see him after so many years.On such a night, when Feng Yeshu's beauty suddenly appeared in front of him in another way, Meng Yanchi felt that he could hardly control himself, and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips.In order to divert this emotion, he had no choice but to say, "I don't really eat fish... It should look good with wine."

Feng Yeshu picked up a fish and slowly picked the thorns to eat. His alcoholism seemed to be getting better, and he started talking more, "This story was also told to me by others. Modern scholars because of various The reason for this is that the explanations for Yue people's songs are all vague. In fact, the ancients were far more open than us. It was a spring evening, the river was sparkling, and the spring flowers were just blooming, but the night was still slightly cold. A young The prince was sailing on the river with a worried expression on his face. I don't know if he did it on purpose, or he was not a favored prince in the palace. His clothes were not very gorgeous, and even the boat was not his exclusive property. But None of these shabbiness can cover up his eyes shining in the night, brighter than the brightest star on the cold river."

Meng Yanchi drank the rice wine in a sip, looked at Feng Yeshu's face telling the story through the candlelight, he spoke with concentration, Meng Yanchi only felt that his expression was more radiant than the prince in the story, and he was like the prince who was shaking The boatman of the scull loves the prince wholeheartedly.

"He frowned and didn't say a word, even the wine let go cold and the glass was still full. The two of them were silent on the boat, only the sound of the oars and oars breaking the river gently, and occasionally a white crane or two The screams whizzed past. The boatman swung his oars and rowed to the deep part of the mountain, just because of this, he could delay the time to go back, and let him look at the prince one more moment, which is also good. Because as soon as he landed , it will disappear into the eyes of the boatman like the mountain mist under the night, like the dew at dawn. Since I can't smooth your eyebrows with my hands, I just want to soothe your heart with my singing."

Yanchi only felt that the sweet and spicy rice wine was burned in his stomach, and the last song of "Yueren Song" "There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and you don't know it." For many years, he didn't even have the courage to tell him.

Feng Yeshu continued, his voice was cool, and beyond the sound of gurgling water outside the window, he seemed to be able to float farther, "The boatman began to sing, and his singing was like a white deer in the forest or a sparrow in the clouds. I don’t expect the prince to understand, I just want to tell the love in my heart to the only person who sits in front of me but is far away in this world. I love you, do you know? I can tell the world , to the birds and beasts, but I can’t tell you. In front of you, even if my heart is crying, I only hope that a song will make you shine. However, the boatman did not expect that at this moment the prince had come behind him and put his own The coat was draped on him, and the prince didn't say anything, he just looked at him with those star-studded eyes. Maybe it was pity, or an invitation, but the boatman was so addicted to it that he couldn't tell. The oars stopped, and with the waves Ups and downs, lightly tap on the side of the boat. The mountains and forests are quiet, only a night bird whispering, lest it disturb the two people on board."

Hearing this story in his cool voice, Meng Yanchi couldn't help picking up the wine glass, and took another sip. Feng Yeshu's voice was the best appetizer.

This story sounds like an ancient version of the 419 plot, but after being told by Feng Yeshu, for some reason, it became more affectionate, and it became a charming and affectionate story of love at first sight. Only then did Meng Yanchi realize that he fell in love with him It is said that he drank no less than five or six glasses of wine.

Alcohol does not intoxicate oneself.

The moonlight is so beautiful, the candlelight is too ambiguous, the rice wine is sweet and spicy, and the person sitting opposite is so beautiful, Meng Yanchi would rather be drunk here than to think about the cruel reality and the secret love he has never heard of.

Xin Yue Jun Xi Jun doesn't know.

If you can get close to this person, even if you have the emotion of "the heart is happy with you, you don't know", it will still not be enough.

Feng Yeshu seemed to be really drunk, he filled Meng Yanchi's glass readily, raised the glass and clinked glasses with Meng Yanchi, before Meng Yanchi had time to say anything, he saw him drink the wine in the glass in one gulp , the moment he raised his head, some wine overflowed his lips, flowed to his chin and crossed his Adam's apple, the beautiful arc was so fascinating.

But this cup was so refreshing that Meng Yanchi saw Feng Yeshu put down the cup and fell asleep leaning against the railing.He shook the jug only to find that there was no drop left in the jug. Except for the five or six cups he drank, Feng Yeshu drank all the wine in the jug.

He boldly stretched out his hand to touch Feng Yeshu's cheek, Feng Yeshu seemed to be in a deep sleep, he didn't react at all, his long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, Meng Yanchi seemed to be bewitched, leaned closer to his face, The corner of his lips kissed lightly.

The clear smell of wine and Feng Yeshu's unique scent of green grass came to his lips.

It's so good...to finally be able to kiss you, my love.Even such a low kiss can make people feel extremely sweet.