After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

The warm sun lasted until New Year's Eve. Normally, when there is sun, there will be moon.However, Dong Chuanlin observed the night sky specially in the past few nights, and the moon has changed from a few teeth to nothing, only a sky full of stars.

Only then did he come to his senses, where would the moon come to watch on New Year's Eve?

Han Song came here to bluff him, right? !

He was a little worried.

There are stars without the moon, why don’t you go to admire the stars, or criticize him and ask him why he proposes such a weird time to appreciate the moon...

Did he take the initiative to meet Han Song, or did he wait for Han Song to find him?

This is the first time that Han Song has actively promoted the development of his relationship, and Dong Chuanlin feels unwilling if he has not tasted the sweetness.But what Han Song said at the time seemed to mean that if he couldn't go out, he would come to him.

This seems to have nothing to do with the moon...

How about he pretend not to go out?

Dong Chuanlin thought about it for a second, Han Song's leg injury had just healed, and there was a distance from Han's house to Dong's house, and it was quite hard to walk with a cane.

After serious consideration, he decided to go to the appointment by himself.

For the sake of him being a patient, let him go.It was already unexpected enough for him to let him loose his mouth and take the initiative to participate in the development of the relationship, and he could just wait for the rest.

The day of New Year's Eve is busy, Dong Chuanlin can relax for a while except for the meal, the rest of the time is busy going around.

Killing chickens and chopping meat, washing and choosing vegetables, he knows what he can't, and he has to step forward to help with everything.

As the sun goes down, incense is offered, and two firecrackers are set off to start the New Year's Eve dinner.

Throughout the year, Chinese New Year is the busiest and most satisfying.

During this reunion festival, both Dong Guangcheng and Liu Yue missed their daughter a little bit.Happiness mixed with nostalgia, Dong Guangcheng warmed up a jug of wine, insisting that everyone drink a little to celebrate.

It was not easy for everyone to refute Dong Guangcheng's face, except for the pregnant Yu Shi, everyone poured a small bowl of wine.Dong Chuanlin knew very well that he had a low capacity for alcohol, so he only dared to sip in small sips and eat more vegetables to pad his stomach.

Drinking is easy to cause trouble, and he still has someone to see later.

Dong Guangcheng and Dong Chuanliang didn't understand what was going on in his heart, they couldn't stop their joy, they insisted on filling Dong Chuanlin's bowl.

The ancient bowls are no more exquisite and small than modern ones, they are all large bowls, and one bowl can be drunk to death.

"Brother, I can't drink." Dong Chuanlin tightly covered the mouth of the bowl, "There is enough in the bowl! If you drink any more, you will get drunk."

Dong Chuanliang was in high spirits, it was not so easy to persuade, he blushed and said enthusiastically: "It's a good day today, you must drink more, I'll carry you to the bed when you're drunk."

"Chuan Lin, let's have a drink, it's rare for the family to be so happy." Liu Yue also chimed in, "It's time to get a good night's sleep when you're drunk."

Dong Guangcheng was much more savage, and directly broke Dong Chuanlin's hand so that Dong Chuanliang could pour the wine.

"Hey, what a man, drink!" Dong Guangcheng had already finished his bowl, and spoke boldly.

Dong Chuanlin couldn't compete with his father and brother, so he could only watch Dong Chuanliang's jug pouring wine into the bowl.He could only shout from the side: "Enough is enough...I can't drink anymore...Brother...Stop, stop."

Fortunately, Dong Chuanliang had a conscience, and he didn't intentionally embarrass Dong Chuanlin, and stopped when he was still a finger away from the mouth of the bowl.

Dong Chuanlin looked at the swaying wine in the bowl, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.It's fine if you usually drink a little, just sleep, but today you just have an appointment, so it's obvious that you can't let him go.

After drinking this bowl of wine, he probably won't be able to get out of this door.

The father and brother next to him drank freely, Dong Chuanlin had to pretend to be dead to reduce his sense of presence, eat as much food as possible, and when he really had to drink, he took a sip to express his meaning.

You can hide as much as you can, it's not worth it for such a good day to be confused by this bowl of wine.

Full of wine and food, Liu Yue hurriedly put away the plate, Dong Chuanlin snickered, trying to pour out half of the wine while everyone was busy getting up.As a result, he just picked up the bowl and wanted to slip away, but was caught by Dong Chuanliang.

"Chuanlin, what are you doing with the bowl?"

Dong Chuanlin was a little guilty, pretending to be calm and said: "I'm a little dizzy, I'll go to the kitchen to get a glass of water."

As soon as he lifted his foot, he bumped into Liu Yue who came out of the stove, "Why haven't you finished your drink yet, hurry up and take the bowl for me to wash."

Dong Chuanliang and Dong Guangcheng, who were busy at the back, stopped their movements when they heard this.

Dong Guangcheng said: "Stinky boy, do you want to pour it out, finish it quickly!"

Dong Chuanlin flanked back and forth, and said weakly: "Drink, drink, I'll drink later. Isn't it because I'm so full that I want to take a rest, and I didn't say no to drinking."

"What are you waiting for, finish it in one go!" Dong Guangcheng said domineeringly, "After drinking, send the bowl to the stove."

Dong Chuanlin confessed, looked at the wine in the bowl and took a deep breath, just do it, who is afraid of others, maybe he won't get drunk after drinking too much.

"Wait a minute." A tall and straight figure passed through the dark and gloomy path, and Han Song walked steadily with his cane and back straight.

He took a big step, walked up to everyone quickly, and greeted everyone one by one. Han Song stretched out his hand and said to Dong Chuanlin, "Give me the wine."

"Huh?" Dong Chuanlin was a little confused.

Don't know why he came so early, also don't know what he meant.

Han Song pushed his crutches forward, and the man also took a step forward. Regardless of Dong Chuanlin's reaction, he grabbed the bowl in his hand, drank it in one gulp, and sighed: "Good wine, full-bodied and strong, strong enough!"

"Brother Song is refreshing!" Dong Guangcheng laughed with satisfaction, took his bowl and handed it to Liu Yue, and asked, "Is the leg injury better? Is the crutch easy to use?"

Han Song nodded in thanks: "It was very smooth, I haven't thanked Uncle Dong for his painstaking efforts. After working for a while, I will bring my mother to the door to thank you."

"Thank you, we are all family." Dong Guangcheng dragged Han Song into the house and ordered Dong Chuanlin to bring tea and water.

Dong Chuanlin was still in a daze until he entered the kitchen.What's going on, why did the sky change as soon as Han Song came here, everyone revolved around him, and he didn't have the right to speak at all.

"Why are you still standing there, hurry up and bring the tea." Liu Yue who was washing the dishes urged, "After serving the tea, come back and bring the fruit, it's in the cupboard."

"……it is good."

Dong Chuanlin hastened his movements and entered the front hall with tea.

Han Song, Dong Guangcheng, and Dong Chuanliang got along very well, and they could chat a lot about big and small things.Dong Chuanlin sat beside him blankly, unable to speak at all.

This situation seems a bit wrong.

Usually he is the one who chatters, and Han Song listens in charge.What's going on today, he didn't say a few words, but Han Song kept talking.

Ganqing's usual reticence is specially designed to deal with him.

After the tea boy Dong Chuanlin poured several pots of hot water, the chatting trio finally had a tendency to rest.

After drinking half a bowl of wine, Dong Chuanlin was already a little dizzy, and sitting on the side doing nothing, he was even more dizzy with drooping eyelids.

Han Song glanced at the sleepy Dong Chuanlin, and said, "Today is New Year's Eve, I want to invite Chuanlin to my house for a cup of tea. I injured my leg a while ago, and he ran up and down."

"Okay", Dong Guangcheng agreed, and looked at his younger son in a blink of an eye, his head was almost pressed against the table, "How about... let him go tomorrow? He can't drink well, he is probably drunk."

Han Song smiled, and kicked his uninjured foot to the side calmly.

Dong Chuanlin, who was having a sweet dream, was attacked on his calf, and suddenly woke up with a start, and asked with rounded eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Song said he wanted to invite you to drink tea." Dong Guangcheng didn't notice the small movements between the two, he only woke up when he heard the conversation. "If you don't have the energy and want to sleep, go tomorrow, don't go to Brother Song's house to play drunk."

"Yes! I'm not drunk, how can I get drunk after drinking a little wine!" Dong Chuanlin desperately explained.

Han Song got up, "Then go to my house and have a cup of tea, my mother is still waiting."

Dong Chuanlin also stood up, staring blankly at Dong Guangcheng and waiting for him to speak.

"Go ahead and play for a while. Just come back before midnight and set off the firecrackers." Dong Guangcheng waved his hand and said.

On New Year's Eve, firecrackers are not only set off before meals, but the most important thing is to set off firecrackers at midnight to welcome the new year.

Dong Chuanlin responded quickly: "Okay." After speaking, he consciously supported Han Song and prepared to go out.

After leaving the Dong's courtyard, Dong Chuanlin shook his heavy head with a sigh of relief.

"Really drunk?" Han Song smiled softly, "How much have you drunk?"

Dong Chuanlin helped him walk steadily, "Not much, half a bowl. Thanks to you for coming, otherwise I would drink the remaining half bowl of wine and sleep until dawn."

"With such a poor capacity for drinking, can you really be crazy about drinking?"

"That's my father's nonsense." Dong Chuanlin explained helplessly, "I drink very well, and I won't cry or make trouble or hang myself. When I'm drunk, I'll go to bed obediently."

Han Song was amused by the jingle in his words.

After walking for quite a while, before halfway to the distance, Dong Chuanlin urged: "You should take longer steps, Aunt Han is still waiting." When he entered Dong's yard, he was walking fast with a cane alone. Also slowly.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?" Han Song squinted at him.

"what?"

Dong Chuanlin didn't understand what he meant, so why did he have something to do with being silly.

"My mother is probably going back to her room to rest now." Han Song said calmly, "If my mother really waited hard, would I stay at your house for so long?"

Dong Chuanlin patted his stupid head, and laughed a few times, "Unexpectedly, I didn't react for a while."

Without external pressure, Dong Chuanlin walked slowly with Han Song.The cold wind was blowing, but the two did not speed up their pace at all, and walked leisurely.

There is no moon, and the stars dominate the sky, one by one very dazzling, casting a layer of starlight on the trail ahead.

Dong Chuanlin said: "You really know how to choose a date. It's really unique to let me enjoy the moon on New Year's Eve." It was a joke or a joke.

"That's my nonsense." Han Song looked at him and said, "I just wanted to find a reason to ask you out. It's only a little bit more reliable to watch the moon at night, so I just said it by the way." brain thinking.

"Nonsense." Dong Chuanlin didn't agree with what he said, and he retorted with joy in his heart.

The path in the forest was somewhat uneven, Dong Chuanlin paid extra attention to the road conditions, for fear that the handicapped person next to him would fall.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes just now, I really didn't know that you are so eloquent and you speak in a set way. Why did you only talk to me when you chatted with me before, and you were perfunctory?"

"Is there?" Han Song asked, "I really don't have much to say, but I can squeeze out some if I insist. I don't mean to be perfunctory on purpose. I'll listen to what you say."

You say I will listen.

Dong Chuanlin was fascinated by these words, and looked back at him unconsciously.The hazy starlight covered his side face with a layer of white gauze, making it hard to see clearly and itchy.

Dong Chuanlin always felt that tonight was a little illusory, how could the starry sky be so gentle and beautiful on weekdays, and how could Han Song be so cooperative on weekdays.

The wine must have been too powerful, not only made him groggy, but also made Han Song extraordinarily charming.