Wen Qiwen has not finished a bowl of wine yet.

This wine is made of taro.

Extremely dry.

It's hard to swallow when you drink it in your mouth.

At least this is what Wen Qiwen, the eldest son of the State Administration.

But when he turned around, he saw Qingxueqing.

I found that she was already drinking the second bowl.

Wen Qiwen looked at his wine bowl and shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Then the remaining wine was sipped.

The sky is splitting at this moment.

It is like the palm lines of a person and the annual rings of trees growing on the shade of the back.

After a hot wine.

Wen Qiwen suddenly became a little excited.

The temples are beating one after another.

But his eyes at Qing Xueqing were already soft.

Like velvet-faced brocade produced in the south.

It can indeed shine under the moonlight.

But no matter how bright the moonlight is, it cannot impress Wen Qiwen's expression and vicissitudes towards Qingxueqing.

This is how people live in their lives.

There are always fireworks worth stopping and watching for a long time.

There are always disasters that cannot escape or escape.

But fireworks are not eternal.

After a moment of passion, only endless emptiness will be left on the sky.

But disasters are destined.

There should be a few and what are they?

No one can change it.

Qingxueqing is Wen Qiwen's disaster.

Love disaster.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that Qingxueqing's eyes gradually overflowed with a slight sense of typhoid fever.

He didn't understand why.

Drinking is always a happy thing.

Even if you come to drink because of unhappiness.

Eventually, they will become happy.

Otherwise, what's the point of wine?

Although Wen Qiwen doesn’t drink much wine.

But he understands this principle.

I've seen such people too.

There are too many sad and distressing things in the world.

His father Wen Tingbai also drank alone in the middle of the night.

It's always dull at the beginning.

As I drank, I started to cry.

But in the end, I always fell asleep with a smile on the corner of my mouth.

Looking forward through the end of the alley.

The flowers there were already blooming in extreme voluntarily.

No one cares about the wild flowers on the roadside.

So they grow freely.

But it is more like spring than the flowers in any garden.

Spring should be so unrestrained.

Wen Qiwen sat down against the wall.

Stand your hand to the side.

But I accidentally got my fingers stuck by a clump of thorny weeds.

The aroma of food oil from a restaurant in the distance came from the air.

But it can't suppress the smell of alcohol in the alley.

Those fragrances and wild flowers floated in Wen Qiwen's eyes and appeared and disappeared.

For a moment, he felt that everything was so incredible.

It seems that I am not in Hongzhou Prefecture City.

But a completely unfamiliar environment deep in the middle.

One Liba finished drinking.

Put the bowl on the counter.

Then he pushed a cart and shouted to borrow it, leaving the alley like the wind.

He left in a hurry.

He even blew up the white fluff of the dandelions on the roadside.

Most of the white fluff fell silently like snow on the ground.

But a few of them were slightly naughty, but they fell on Qingxueqing's hair.

Wen Qiwen reached out to pick it from her hair.

Qingxueqing sensed it and turned her head to look at him.

Wen Qiwen dragged the white fluff to his palm.

He whispered to Qingxueqing's face.

Qingxueqing moaned, but narrowed her eyes.

Covered with long eyelashes.

It covered her pair of water-cutting pupils.

This spring, it looks unique because of this alley and this wine bowl.

Wen Qiwen suddenly wanted to write something.

In addition to practicing knife.

But he also likes Wendao very much.

Although I have never seen it for others.

But his words are clean and clear.

It's exactly the same as his feeling of caring for Qing Xueqing like this.

In his story, there is no fight or death.

There is no suffering or sex.

Everything is peaceful and reunion everywhere.

Unfortunately, these can only be left on paper and pen.

As long as you still live in this world.

Fighting is inevitable.

Wen Qiwen knew his mission and also understood his father's hope for him.

But these did not prevent him from disgusting these things very much.

He practiced swords just to protect the people he cared about.

He wrote stories in order to keep a clear light in this noisy neon light.
To be continued...