Chapter 302 The heart is a little confused
“Little monk, tonight, we will not go home until we are drunk?”
As soon as Chang Kong closed the door, he was pulled to the table by Shi Jiu and sat down down.
"Okay." Chang Kong responded and took out the few jars of good wine from last time from the storage space.
After smelling the aroma of wine for a long time, he raised his hand to raise a jar, raised his head and drank directly.
Chang Kong's hand that was pouring wine paused slightly.
He realized that Shi Donor seemed to be in a bad mood today.
"Shi Donor..."
Chang Kong pursed his lips and took the initiative to sit next to Shi Jiu, "Do you still remember what you said before..."
"What?"
Chang Kong suddenly took the initiative to approach her, which made Shijiu stunned for a moment.
Heart, a little confused.
"Almsgiver Shi once said that people are most prone to chaos after drinking..."
Chang Kong said, reaching out and taking away the wine jar in Shi Jiu's hand, pinching her chin, A kiss fell under her slightly parted red lips.
The mellow aroma of wine spreads between Chang Kong’s lips and teeth.
"Little monk, you have changed!"
Shijiu subconsciously leaned back a little, his cheeks were slightly red. He didn't know whether it was because of the wine or the person...
"You have become bad. "
"Amitabha..."
Chang Kong faced Shijiu and chuckled, "As the saying goes, those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. The young monk has always felt that this It’s a very good statement.”
After finishing speaking, Chang Kong poured the wine from the wine jar into a small bowl, "Donor Shi, don't drink too hard, you will get drunk easily."
"Humph."
Shi Jiu crossed his arms over his chest, half-squinted his eyes, and snorted coldly, "I have never been drunk in all these years of drinking."
As he said that, with a bowl of wine, Shi Jiu was already drunk in the belly.
“Little monk, let me ask you, who is Zhu and who is Mo?”
Watching Chang Kong pour her wine, Shijiu held his head and asked with a smile.
"What do you think, Shi Donor?"
"Pfft~"
Shi Jiu lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed, "I think, You and I weigh half a catty each, and each weighs eight taels." She knew that the young monk was actually the same kind of person as her.
Otherwise, there would be no red light in the Buddha's light as he cultivated Buddhism.
He is as violent as she is.
But he chose to practice Buddhism to cover up or even suppress these violent thoughts.
Although he now calls himself a monk, sometimes, Jijiu can see a bit of herself in him.
……
"Okay, the toxins in Brother Yue Ci's body have been basically eliminated."
Xu Pusheng pulled out the silver needle, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, looked at Feng Ming, and said a little tiredly.
"After I bandage his wound, it's almost done."
Feng Ming listened to Xu Pusheng's words, glanced at Liu Yueci, and nodded, "Then I'll do it first. Out."
Xu Pusheng nodded, "Yes."
When everything was settled, Xu Pusheng heard the sound of the watchman outside.
“It turns out it’s past midnight.”
Xu Pusheng sighed, picked up the medicine box, and walked out of the room very lightly.
“Jie Chen!?”
Xu Pusheng, who was exhausted, was very surprised to see Su Jie Chen waiting outside the room.
"I just saw you across the street."
Su Jiechen said, handing the tea that had been in his hand for a long time to Xu Pusheng, "It's a little cold, you can drink it alive."
In Xu Pusheng’s letter to him before, he wrote...
He said that every time he finished a long medical consultation, he especially hoped to drink a cup of hot tea to relieve his satiety. Physical fatigue.
“How long ago did this happen, do you still remember it!?”
Xu Pusheng's expression changed slightly, he laughed, took the tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
The entrance is slightly cool and a little bitter, but in Xu Pusheng's heart...
It is so hot and so sweet.
(End of this chapter)