After bidding farewell to Mr. Deng, Lan Chen also started to wander around the capital.
During this walk, the sun also went down.
What I saw and heard was an eye-opener and a feast for my mouth.
Burping, he returned to Tongfu Inn in the hazy night. He wanted to plunge into the house and fall asleep.
But as soon as he reached the door of the inn, he was stopped by Xiaotian calling him.
Glancing over reluctantly, Lan Chen was slightly startled. Xiaotian's single shirt... actually had a flower tattooed on it, a purple flower.
It seems that Xiaotian is either rich or expensive. Ever since Yanfang produced purple dye, it is still hard to find a vat of it.
Although more purple dye is now available, it is still in short supply and only the rich and powerful can possess it.
The small purple flower reflected on his clothes made him even more elegant, with a sense of nobility that emerged from the mud but remained unstained.
It's just that this nobility was ruined by Xiaotian's drunken words, and the smell of alcohol that came to him was all over him.
"Come! Mr. Lan, let's have some drinks!" Xiaotian directly raised his hand and put his arm around Lan Chen's shoulder, even squeezing it. This move made him tremble.
When he tried to break away, he discovered that his small body was actually very powerful.
In desperation, Lan Chen had no choice but to compromise, complaining and retorting, "Didn't you say you won't drink when you are about to take the exam?"
"I'm so happy today. Not only did I meet old friends, I borrowed some money. Although it's not as rich as Mr. Lan, it's enough to eat and drink. Then I made a new friend. Hey, he's over there.
Woolen cloth."
Following the direction of Xiaotian's finger, Lan Chen also saw someone sitting on the table, smiling happily.
What a handsome man. At the first glance, his heart stopped for a moment, and he blinked and took a closer look. Hey, such "beauty" is really rare.
She has a delicate appearance and a tall and straight figure, and her facial features that seem to have been carefully designed and installed are even more charming.
Not to mention the hair, which is as black and beautiful as the Milky Way at night, so natural and dark enough to swallow everything, not even a single star.
Come to think of it, how could such a handsome young man tolerate a few white flakes on his head?
The drunken redness, like blush, spread on his face, making him even more confused, and a kind of indistinguishable charm came over his face.
Lan Chen couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and at the same time, he subconsciously kept a distance from Xiaotian beside him.
This little day, you are having so much fun...
Chen Shixi was still stunned as he looked at his sharp body.
When Xu Shi came, when the bright moon blew the horn of drinking, Xiaotian was stunned by Yihua Man.
There is a problem, there is definitely a problem!
It’s better to stay away from Xiaotian!
But Xiaotian, who was obviously drunk, did not let Lan Chen go. He took his hand and pulled him over.
For a moment, Lan Chen was forced down on the bench. At this moment, he discovered the flaw in the beautiful man. He had six fingers on his right hand.
"Mr. Tian, is this the Lan Chen you are talking about, Mr. Lan?" As he got closer, the distance between the man's pupils also increased with focus, giving him a heart-stopping sense of beauty.
"Yes, yes, come on, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Xu Zhu. I met him at a couplet meeting in the market earlier. His character skills are astonishing. I have learned less than half of what he has learned in my life.
This can be regarded as no acquaintance without fighting, haha!"
"Mr. Tian, you are so humble. Your pair with 'Xia' as their eyes also have a unique style. No more talk, come on, let's go one by one!"
"Hahaha, come on, let's go! Mr. Lan, why are you standing there, not drinking? This is the top-grade wine that Mr. Xu Zhu specially brought from the mansion. I can guarantee that you have never tasted such a delicious drink!"
Lan Chen couldn't help but rolled his eyes. He drank as much as he could, and if he couldn't get enough food to go with the drinks, he was so drunk.
But he also had to pick up the wine glass, but he was thinking hard about how good the wine was, how could it be "white wine"?
But after taking this sip, his eyes lit up, "Good... good wine!"
[Although it is not as good as white wine, it has such a strong aroma, such mellowness, and such long and powerful staying power, tsk tsk! It is really not easy to have such a liquor when the brewing technology has not yet broken through. What is the background of Mr. Xu Zhu? Wine hidden in the golden house!]
Drink it all in one gulp and feel so happy!
"Ah! Good wine!" He exhaled for a long time, and even with just one glass, he felt hot and dry.
"Haha, let me tell you. I didn't want to drink it at first, but when the aroma of the wine hit me, I knew that this wine should only be found in the sky." Xiaotian laughed and drank another glass.
"I wonder why Mr. Lan came to the capital? I heard Mr. Tian said, not to take the exam?"
"It's just for some personal matters. I just met my master earlier and he forced me to take the exam, so I had no choice but to agree."
"Oh?" Xu Zhu raised his eyebrows and seemed to be interested, "Then Mr. Lan plans to take the literary test?"
"No. Martial arts test."
"It's really fate. I only participated in the martial arts test, so congratulations to the three of us on getting high school rankings. Come, have a drink!"
He mentioned something, had another drink, and chatted in twos and threes.
The three of them were like old friends reunited after a long separation, expressing their various passions and talking about their emotional points. Xiaotian even started to cry loudly, saying that he had left his hometown and wandered around. Although he had learned a lot, in the dead of night he still felt I also missed my hometown.
In this situation, I can't help but feel like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
Xu Zhu obviously can't understand this kind of sentiment. He lives in the capital and is a wealthy young man, but he can't help but feel aggrieved. His emotions are inherently resonant, so he exaggerates them and opens up the other through this incident. Let your emotions vent.
However, Lan Chen was extremely calm.
He was crying non-stop here, sobbing over there, but he didn't shed any tears at all, just dumbfounded like a steely man.
For those who didn’t know, they thought it was some sort of ‘Shura Field’, with two delicate girls... and a white-faced young master, crying bitterly around Lan Chen, complaining that he had changed his mind after seeing something different.
But as the drunkenness set in, Lan Chen couldn't hold back his shyness. Although he wasn't really sad, he still laughed so arrogantly that he kept ravaging Xiaotian and Xu Zhu, slapping and grabbing them with one hand. It's the dragon's grip, so it's easy to torture.
When they had finished drinking, the three of them moved the battlefield and found a place by the window on the second floor where they could catch a glimpse of the beautiful scenery of the capital.
As a scholar and a drinker, the next thing seems to be a matter of course.
It’s right to recite poems!
The crying two people showed all kinds of pride and kept talking. If 'Wen Quxing' heard this, he would not come down and kill them.
Xiaotian, who seemed to have thought of something, glared at Lan Chen who was lazily holding a wine bottle and drinking non-stop, "By the way, Mr. Lan! Since you are interested, why don't you recite a poem!"
"I'm not just looking at these two great writers, so I won't join in the fun."
"Alas! Speaking of which, after drinking wine and not reciting poetry, it seems that there is something missing! It seems that I heard you mutter a poem earlier this morning. Although you are caught in the eye, you can still see it."
Lan Chen was stunned for a moment, thinking about what he had said this morning.
While his thoughts were wandering, he was staring straight at a lantern at the corner of the street. The faint light reflected the hazy beauty in Shen Ye, and Qianchou was also outlined. In a daze, he missed home and that far away place.
On the horizon, a 'home' that can no longer be touched.
Finally, a person walked by, and at the corner, the handsome back he glanced at seemed to be swallowed up by the power of thousands of threads, and he also remembered the poem.
"The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers at night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flutes sound, the jade pots turn in light, and fish and dragons dance all night."
Moths are like golden threads in the snow and willows. Smiling words are filled with dark fragrance. People have searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."