Cultivation of the Dragon Wu Feiya

As the night approached late autumn, the chill became heavier day by day, and the dew was gradually replaced by thin frost.

Today's [-]th is different from the hustle and bustle of August [-]th. For most people, September [-]th is just an ordinary night.

When it was almost Haishi, the moon climbed close to the top of the sycamore tree that had almost lost its leaves outside the Songzhu Hall.The jade plate the size of a washbasin hangs in the sky and is cut into large and small parts by tree branches. The moonlight also seems to be cut, leaving mottled shadows on the ground.

A lot of people seem to be having trouble sleeping tonight.

Ying Qingye, who had just finished approving the memorial, couldn't sleep, went out for a walk, and unknowingly walked to the Songzhu Hall.Looking up, I saw the thin figure sitting on the ridge, looking up at the bright moon.

The bright moonlight, the dim shadows of the house, the lack of moon and the hanging of sparse trees, can break the silence of people at the beginning.I only see lonely people coming and going alone, ethereal and lonely shadows.There is also the sound of the singer's piano in the far distance, the deep and clear bell on the mountain, everything in the world seems to be condensed into a black and white tranquil landscape painting at night, and the most brilliant thing in the painting is the person drinking alone.

The thin clothes and messy black hair draw a light or dark line in the late autumn night wind.The wide sleeves can't cover the big wine jar, the wine flows down from a high place, and the silvery light and shadow flashes in the moonlight, this is the posture of a person who is lonely to the bone.

His people reacted faster than his heart, directly flew to the roof with light work, and sat gently beside him.

Still holding the wine jar, but turning his head slightly, half bright, half dark face is the loneliness that even the bright moon can't erase.

"coming?"

"Well, here we come."

"Drink with me."

"Okay." He took the wine jar and slapped open the mud-sealed opening.Passing the wine jar to his mouth, he took a big gulp, the cold water left a scorching trace on his throat.

"Good wine!" He exclaimed.

He chuckled, the broken wine jar on the ground showed that he had drunk a lot and was drunk.

The two have nothing to say, you take a sip, and I put together wine in one sip.

Looking at the bright moon, after a long while, he finally said in a low voice: "I'll read a poem, okay?" The smell of alcohol filled the air, I don't know if it was from him or from the wine jar, but it was always the same intoxicating.

He didn't wait for his answer, but muttered to himself.

A pot of wine in the flower room, no blind date alone.

Toast Mingyue, and Yingying became three people.

The month does not drink, the shadow follower follows me.

For the time being with the moon, Xingle must be in spring.

I linger on the moon, my dancing is chaotic.

When we wake up, we will go to bed together, and when we are drunk, we will scatter.

Forever relentless travel, long life

"Yongknot~~ Wu~~ hiccup,, love! Wu—— woo, love—!!"

Accompanying the poems are his constantly waving hands, so forcefully, it seems that he wants to drive away some invisible things, but in the end, there is only loneliness that is getting tighter and tighter, so tight that it is suffocating.

Several times he was about to fall, but the person next to him gave him a hand.

After reading the poem, the sadness is still clearly engraved in my heart, and there is no way to resolve it.

"Come, drink,,, drink!" He threw away the empty jar in his hand, opened a new jar of wine, and held the wine between the two of them.

"Okay. Drink!" He also lifted the wine, and the two jars collided vigorously, making a loud "boom".

He giggled, his eyes dimmed with alcohol.

After a short silence, he began to sing again:

It's all your fault for falling in love with me so easily

Let me unconsciously satisfy the vanity of being loved

it's all your fault you love people

is a **

It's all your fault in your eyes

Always hiding the haze that makes people love and pity

it's all your fault your crazy dream

like a charm

Who else can I move for if I've been loved by you

I admit it's all caused by the moon

That moonlight is so beautiful and you are so gentle

Only in an instant, I just want to be with you until the end of my life

I admit it's all the fault of the oath

It's like sugar like honey, it's the most touching

No matter how hard your heart is like steel, it becomes soft like fingers

His voice gradually became lower, and he hugged the wine jar in front of his chest with both hands with all his strength, like a lonely child.

On the face facing the moonlight, a faint drop of water ran down the cheek, and finally dripped into the wine jar, "Boom!"

Ying Qingye felt that she must be crazy, she broke that person's face, her lips stained with wine glistened in the moonlight, she was a seductive goblin!With a low sigh, he couldn't help but obey the thoughts in his heart, and kissed the slightly parted red lips.

The drink is mixed with salty taste, so damn sweet!Maybe it's really the moon's fault, the moonlight tonight is so beautiful and intoxicating...

The kiss was not passionate, just a touch of tight lips, cuddling each other.The drunkard's intention is not to drink, but both of them are drunk.

In the end, the person who drank the most alcohol finally couldn't bear the deep drowsiness and fell asleep peacefully. The wine jar in his arms was slowly released, rolled down from the roof, and shattered with a "wow", and the wine spread all over the place.

Ying Qingye adjusted the posture of her lower body so that the person lying on it could sleep more comfortably. With one hand, she caressed the black hair that was still black and soft at night without knowing it. The bodyguard, looking at the bright moon, did not sleep all night.