My old enemy always wants to kiss me [Entertainment Circle Ancient Times]

Song Yicen turned his head, and under the dimly lit lights, Lin Cong was looking at him.

Breaking away from Lin Cong's hand, Song Yicen put Susan's half-drunk glass heavily in front of him.

"Come, have a drink."

There was a strong drunkenness in his tone.

Susan looked at Lin Cong apologetically.Not to mention that she had drunk that glass of wine, there was still a lipstick mark on the rim of the glass, how could Lin Cong drink it?

Song Yicen held the glass tightly, frowned and looked at Susan aggrievedly, and muttered, "I'm so mean, what's the matter with drinking your glass of wine? I, I pay the bill today."

Lin Cong sighed and motioned for Susan to go first.

Susan looked at Song Yicen, but didn't move.To be honest, she was not at ease about handing Song Yicen over to Lin Cong.

Lin Cong saw Susan's worry, and patiently explained to her: "He's sad, I'll have a few drinks with him, and let it out. You should contact his parents and ask his sister how to deal with her funeral. I'll take him home later, don't worry."

Susan thought about it, and felt that what Lin Cong said made sense, so she told him not to let Song Yicen drink too much, and then left first.

Lin Cong asked the waiter to bring a few bottles of beer, poured a glass and handed it to Song Yicen: "I often hear people say that if you are in a bad mood, drinking beer is the only way to enjoy yourself."

"Who, who's in a bad mood." Song Yicen denied it, curled his lips, hugged the cup, drank "gudong" and "gudong", then rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, signaling Lin Cong, "You, you drink too. "

Lin Cong obediently drank a glass of beer in one gulp: "Do you still drink?"

Song Yicen nodded heavily, and held out the empty cup to Lin Cong: "Drink."

So, the two of them didn't talk much, you drank one cup and I drank one cup.

After finishing the three bottles of beer, Song Yicen finally began to cry.

He was very drunk, but he still tried his best to restrain himself and did not let go of crying.The appearance of whimpering softly, like a wounded little animal, licking its own wound repeatedly in the corner, makes people feel distressed.

Song Yicen was crying and talking about something.

Lin Cong couldn't hear clearly, but vaguely felt that he seemed to be repeating the three words "father", "mother" and "sister".

Sighing heavily, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears for Song Yicen.

Then, Lin Cong softened his voice and asked him, "Do you still want to drink?"

Hearing this, Song Yicen sniffed, stopped whimpering, tilted his head, and looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

Lin Cong asked again: "Shall we go home?"

Song Yicen blinked, and there were still a few teardrops hanging on his long eyelashes. He nodded and replied vaguely: "Go, go back to the palace, okay, Lin Aiqing will send me back to the palace..."

Lin Cong paused the hand holding Song Yicen's shoulder.

Talking nonsense again, it seems that he is really drunk.

Lin Cong took Song Yicen back to his home.

After returning home, Song Yicen yelled and vomited, yelling and feeling uncomfortable, and didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

Lin Cong, who had been tossed all night, helped Song Yicen cover the quilt, and went to sleep on the sofa with a quilt in his arms.

Half asleep and half awake, Lin Cong felt that someone was pushing him.

He was sleepy and tired, impatient, so he wanted to say "don't push".

Unexpectedly, he couldn't open his mouth, and couldn't make a sound.

Realizing this, Lin Cong suddenly woke up.He wanted to open his eyes, but unexpectedly, his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

At this moment, his mouth was parched, his head felt dizzy and tingly, and his body felt cold for a while.

what happened?

Suddenly someone touched his forehead, the rough and cold hand made him feel a little familiar.

The man spoke in his ear, his voice anxious and worried.

"Brother Lin's forehead is so hot, what should I do?"

who is talking?

Who is he talking to?

In a daze, Lin Cong felt someone lift him up and put him down, and then he began to sway and bump.

He appears to be lying flat on a wooden cart, and someone is pushing him to walk.

Gradually, the noise of the market was heard in their ears, and they seemed to have entered the market.

The car stopped, and the people around begged: "Please save him, he is only 13 years old."

Then someone came and chased him away: "Hurry up, hurry up, where is the beggar, don't die at my door!"

Beggars?

All of a sudden, I felt severe pain all over my body, and there was a whistling noise in my ears.

Who is he?

where is he?

"What's up with him?"

In the midst of the pain, a young child's voice suddenly sounded, the voice was clear and crisp, and the whistling noise seemed to be cut off suddenly by a sharp knife, and the ears instantly became clear.

A small hand gently covered his eyes.

This hand was something he had never touched before, unlike the people he knew, this hand was warm and slippery, very warm.

As soon as the hand was gone, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes are bright, the sun is hanging in the sky, the hawkers are hawking in their ears, and people are coming and going around them.

He was lying on an old wooden cart covered with thatched mats.Beside him are Da Zhuang and Da Jin, his childhood playmates, who grew up rolling among the beggars with him.

And standing in front of him was a little boy about seven or eight years old.The little boy was dressed in gold and jade, with a small face that was fair and delicate.

He is the son of a wealthy family.

Seeing that he opened his eyes, the little boy asked timidly: "Are you sick? You are very hot. May I take you to see a doctor?"

When Da Zhuang and Da Jin heard this, they knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude: "Thank you for saving your life, young master! Thank you for saving your life, young master!"

The young master was followed by three adult servants, seeing that his young master wanted to save the little beggar, he took out a piece of silver and threw it to Da Zhuang and Da Jin: "You are lucky to have met our young master."

He also persuaded the young master: "Young master, the sun is about to set, you have to go back quickly. If the master finds out, the little ones will have nothing to eat and go away."

The young master was obviously very afraid of that master, his little bun face wrinkled into a ball, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "Then let's send him to the hospital first before going home."

Fortunately, this young master kindly sent him to the medical clinic, otherwise, even if he is rich, few people would be willing to treat beggars.

After the doctor repeatedly promised to cure him, the young master asked the servants for a few ingots of silver and handed them to him.

"You need to get better soon." The little boy's voice was childish, but for some reason, it was full of unknown power, "Chengnanwei is recruiting soldiers. When you are well, why don't you join the army? Don't worry about it anymore." Be a beggar."

Looking at the little figure going away, he suddenly remembered who that young master was.

It's Song Yicen.

It was the young Song Yicen.

As soon as he remembered that it was Song Yicen, Lin Cong was pushed hard.

"You wake up."

Lin Cong opened his eyes, and the adult Song Yicen was standing in front of him.

A moment of confusion.

Then he suddenly realized that he had dreamed about the past.

In the dream, he and Song Yicen met for the first time. At that time, Song Yicen, like a god sent by heaven to save him, pulled him out of the abyss of hell with one hand.

It was already bright, the curtains were not drawn, and the morning sun shone through the gauze curtains, spreading on his face, warm.

Song Yicen asked him with a straight face, "Why am I at your house?"