"A little bee, fly into the flowers, fly, fly..." The two finally made fists.
In the past few times, Feng Qianyu was not familiar with the rules, but Long Fuyue was a veteran of this kind of punching, so Feng Qianyu was poured more than ten cups of wine. After a while, there were many draws, and Long Fuyue was beaten by him.
He kissed me thoroughly, and my little mouth was almost swollen from his kiss.
Later, Long Fuyue was also given a few drinks. Seeing Long Fuyue's face getting redder and redder, she suddenly held Feng Qianyu's face with a smile and said: "Big Feather, how about I sing you a song?"
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Feng Qianyu couldn't help but laugh when she thought of how she cried and howled in the abandoned desert city. She looked at her leisurely: "Okay. You sing
Long Fuyue glanced at him: "Can you accompany me?"
Feng Qianyu laughed loudly: "Why not?" He clapped his hands a few times, called the shop assistant who had been waiting outside the door, and gave him a few instructions. The shop assistant flew away like a fly.
The two sparred for a while, and although Long Fuyue lost often, Feng Qianyu didn't let her drink anymore, for fear that if she drank too much, she wouldn't be able to hear her "natural" voice.
The shop clerk finally brought over a guqin.
Feng Qianyu tried the music and sighed: "It's not a famous piano after all, so let's just make do with it. Okay, you sing, and I'll follow!"
Long Fuyue pondered for a moment: "I'll just sing a song called 'Cinnabar Tears'."
Inciting songs and roaring, floating clouds and swords test the world, white clothes dyed with frost
In those days, under the shade of drunken flowers, the beautiful face suddenly burst into tears like water chestnuts and cinnabar.
I still remember the prosperity in the song, the fireworks in the dream, who was wrong to worry about it?
The Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, traveling to the end of the world, and the black hair turns to white
The fleeting years are secretly remembered by this feeling
The people on the bridge beside the post lowered their eyebrows and whispered.
The blue and yellow springs are all gone, and the red dust is hard to find.
Looking back a hundred years
The green mirror lake is slightly low, the clouds are hanging down, and the beauty is tracing her eyebrows secretly in front of her tent. Who is asking you if Hu will return?
This love is nothing but fireworks, broken love, parting, pouring wine into thousands of cups, pouring the beauty into sleep
How come the light cold, dusk and snow are gone with me? After all these years, people are only sad and say that they should not regret in this life.
The wild goose has gone and returned to the sky. The flowers are blooming and I can’t help but be drunk. I just owe someone a drop of cinnabar tears...