There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

After the two came out of the small courtyard, they walked on the street with their heads dull.

This Yaohua town is slightly different from the previous Beiman town. The population of Beiman town is thriving, and there are people coming and going on the street. What's more, when they arrived, it was the time when Liu's family was recruiting relatives and Beiman town was the busiest. .

But Yaohua Town is located at the border, and outside the town is the endless yellow sand and Hu Song forest.

The streets were empty, and occasionally pedestrians passed by, covering their eyes, ears, mouth and nose with headscarves, lowering their heads, and hurried past.

In such a place, what should the night light show look like?

Thinking about it, Ye Qinghe took out a fan from nowhere, shook it in front of him, and curiously asked Zhong Ya, who was walking in front of him: "When will the lantern festival start at night? Where are we going now? Your Zhong family Is there any place to stay in Yaohua Town?"

Zhong Ya was already very dissatisfied with traveling with Ye Qinghe. Hearing Ye Qinghe's question, he said impatiently: "There is no place to stay, you can find it yourself."

"I'll find it myself?" Ye Qinghe closed the folding fan, put the fan on his chin, and said with a half-smile: "Brother, I came down to the mortal world because of you, it's fine if you don't help me settle down, what is this?" manner?"

"You man, why are you so annoying!" Zhong Ya didn't expect Ye Qinghe to laugh when the two people were facing each other. In addition to being irritable, he also felt some inexplicable guilt, and his tone was not as aggressive as before.

"I'm annoying?" Ye Qinghe nodded his chin again, and asked the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time: "I have no grievances with you, why do you hate me so much?"

Zhong Ya paused.

The verbal sloppiness when I entered school has been a long time ago, and I don't remember it clearly after experiencing the out-of-body experience. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that the two really have no reason to confront each other.

But Zhongya turned his head to look at Ye Qinghe who was standing beside him, and still found this person extremely annoying.

It's just that he walked around the ghost gate, and he was not as bold as before, and he didn't even have the courage to publicly refute and satirize him.

Thinking of this, Zhong Ya became even angrier, and his tone became more and more impatient: "You are annoying, you are annoying! Everything is extraordinary! This is the head office!"

After finishing speaking, he shook off Ye Qinghe and strode forward.

Looking at him like this, he looks a bit like a child getting angry.

However, Ye Qinghe has never experienced the childhood of a child in the world, so he doesn't know that the feelings of young people always come and go quickly, but Ye Qinghe has no intention of continuing to fight with Zhong Ya, so he doesn't provoke any more. He shook his head and followed.

After all, Zhong Ya found an inn, asked for two rooms, and ordered a table of wine and food.

"You two young masters, the flower carvings in this shop are the most famous in this area. Would you like to try some?" When the food was served, Xiao Er, who was wearing a bunt, smiled and introduced the signboards in the shop to the two of them. .

"Hua Diao?" Ye Qinghe showed a curious expression: "What is that?"

It was probably the first time for Xiao Er to encounter an objective person who didn't even know what Hua Diao was.

Ye Qinghe looked at the waiter very sincerely, he really didn't know what Huadiao was.

Zhong Ya next to him listened to this conversation, but felt it was very embarrassing, and interrupted the conversation between the two with a frown: "No need, we don't drink."

It turns out that Huadiao is a kind of wine.

Ye Qinghe immediately became interested, reached out his hand to stop the waiter, and said with a smile: "It happens that I haven't drunk it, since it's a signboard, let's have a pot."

"You want to drink?" Zhong Ya raised his head, frowning at Ye Qinghe.

Ye Qinghe smiled: "You don't know how to drink, or you don't have money."

Not being able to drink and having no money to buy wine are two things that men don't want to admit. Although Zhong Ya can't muster the courage to confront Ye Qinghe head-on, he still can't swallow his intentionally provocative tone. : "Just come to an altar!"

Xiao Er was also very happy when the business came to the door, and left after yelling.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the food and wine were served.

Ye Qinghe was not interested in what he had eaten, so he directly opened the wine jar and filled the bowl in front of him.

Seeing his action, Zhong Ya said contemptuously: "This wine has a strong aftertaste, it's not something you can drink."

"White-faced boy?" Ye Qinghe looked at Zhong Ya's face very seriously after hearing this, and nodded sincerely: "Yes, I think you are darker than me, and you are not as good-looking as me."

Zhong Ya: "!!!" Why is this person so annoying!

Sure enough, Zhong Ya was provoked by Ye Qinghe, and he brought the wine jar over and filled his own bowl.

Just at this time, the drinkers at the next table might be in the mood for drinking. One of them picked up the bowl, shouted "Damn!" to the rest of the table, and then drank the wine in the bowl.

Ye Qinghe imitated the example, immediately picked up the bowl, and handed it to Zhong Ya: "Do it!"

Subconsciously, Zhong Ya raised the bowl and bumped it with Ye Qinghe, and only after the touch did he realize that he had fucked up with the person he hated the most. He was so breathless that he simply raised his head and poured the whole bowl of wine into it.

Zhong Ya's capacity for alcohol is not very good, he suddenly drank this big bowl, and his face immediately became a little rosy, but he was still sober, so he looked up with a little complacency.

There are not many people who can drink a bowl of wine in one gulp, Ye Qinghe might have already collapsed.

Unexpectedly, when Zhong Ya raised his head, he saw Ye Qinghe sitting opposite him as if nothing had happened, and the wine bowl in front of him was also empty.

He frowned immediately, took another look in disbelief, and found that it was indeed empty, and Ye Qinghe didn't look like he had been drunk at all.

Could it be that the drink was poured out?

But the surrounding ground was dry, Zhong Ya looked for a long time but couldn't find the answer, and couldn't bear to ask directly, so he had to pour another bowl for Ye Qinghe in a roundabout way.

This action is so simple that it seems that there is no other meaning, just to pour wine for Ye Qinghe, but will Zhong Ya be kind enough to pour wine for Ye Qinghe?

Ye Qinghe expressed hesitation.

When Zhong Ya saw Ye Qinghe didn't move, he thought that he was showing him to lead by example, so he simply gave himself a full cup, then raised his glass, and said again: "Do it."

Ye Qinghe blinked, still didn't understand what Zhongya wanted to do, he cooperated with Zhongya's movements and drank the wine in his own bowl.

The two didn't continue to communicate, but started to drink one cup after another like this.

The rosiness on Zhong Ya's face gradually became apparent, and his eyes blurred.

However, the flower carvings on the altar were bottomless, and Ye Qinghe's eyes were still clear, but Zhong Ya was a little drunk. He opened his eyes and tried to look at Ye Qinghe, intending to find some clues of something wrong from his face. My eyes were dazzled, but I still didn't find anything unusual, so I couldn't help but wonder: "This, this should be your first time drinking, your drinking capacity... Hiccup~why is it so good?"

Ye Qinghe, who had melted away the alcohol with his power, said, "Huh? Can you still get drunk after drinking this kind of thing?"

Zhong Ya, who is very upright and has no magic power and intends to get Ye Qinghe drunk with wine: "Huh? Not drunk?"