Raindrops intertwined diagonally in the air, and in front was a gloomy green scene. Plants sprouted new buds, and the moisture expanded infinitely in the air. Mengxue raised her head and saw a man standing in the rain.
He was wearing a brocade robe, a yellow shirt and a green crown, and he was holding an umbrella in his hand. Raindrops hit the umbrella and slid down the umbrella's eaves. It was misty, and his handsome face could be seen through the rain curtain.
His eyebrows were straight into his temples, his phoenix eyes were majestic, but his face was pale and rather haggard.
He came closer little by little, following the gentle beat of the rain. For some reason, her heart trembled, and she turned around to leave, but heard a gentle voice.
"Don't go..."
It's his voice.
An unprecedented tone, an unprecedented gentleness. She had never heard him speak in such a tone, but she naturally knew that this was his voice...
She was stunned for a moment, before her raised legs fell down, someone circled her from behind and held her tightly in his arms.
What hit his nose was the faint smell of mint and the strong smell of alcohol.
"you've been drinking?"
Mengxue frowned slightly. Judging from the smell of alcohol, he must have drank a lot. However, in her impression, Cheng Song was not someone who would let herself drink.
As for wine, he has always tasted it and only tasted it briefly.
"Shuang'er, don't go." His voice was a little vague, not sure if it was because of drinking, "Shuang'er, I'm sorry..."
Don't leave a word.
An apology.
It was like two big rocks were thrown heavily into the lake of her heart, causing not just ripples, but huge waves.
What did he say to her?
sorry?
Will he say sorry?
Mengxue couldn't believe it, but she deeply felt his hot breath, burning her like fire.
"Shuang'er, I'm sorry." He whispered in her ear, his voice was soft, a little hoarse, but especially pleasant, "I shouldn't have treated you like that, I was wrong..."
Mengxue was completely stunned. He couldn't help but wonder if the person in front of him was really Cheng Song?
Would he, who is so proud, say such a thing?
"Shuang'er, it doesn't matter what you do to me, just don't leave me..." He turned her body around, letting her face his face and his eyes.
Overnight, the originally high-spirited man turned into a depressed and haggard man. His eyes were a little dry, like a dry well. There was a faint blue-gray beard on his originally smooth chin. His expression was a bit hazy.
Probably because he was drunk.
The strong smell of alcohol made Mengxue's brows, which had finally relaxed, wrinkle again.
"Cheng Song, how much wine have you drunk?"
Her words made the dry eyes suddenly light up, as if the dry earth had received rain and dew, and the breath of life bloomed instantly.
"Shuang'er, I was too impulsive yesterday. I just... wanted you to be my wife worthy of my name... So, I couldn't control it for a moment... Shuang'er, did I hurt you? Shuang'er, I didn't mean it.
...Really...not intentional..." Cheng Song stared at Mengxue with his eyes blurred by drunkenness, and spoke word by word. The alcohol made his words a little unclear, "Shuang'er, I know you are angry.
Yeah, it’s right for you to be angry, it’s right for you to hate me, it’s right for you to want to leave me... I’m a bastard..."
Mengxue stared at Cheng Song blankly, her ears filled with his voice scolding her. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, touched his forehead, and murmured to herself:
"I don't have a fever..."
The temperature is quite normal, why did I suddenly have a convulsion?
"Are you...really Cheng Song?"
She couldn't help but ask a very boring question, but it was a very normal question - how could Cheng Song say such a thing?
"Shuang'er..."
His voice had a thick nasal sound. As he spoke, his legs softened and he sat on the ground. Then he sat there, raised his head, and started to smile silly at Mengxue.
It seemed that he was really drunk.
Mengxue was helpless, she felt that she should leave at all costs, but for some reason, she took the first step, probably because she was shocked by Cheng Song's behavior, or maybe she was shocked.
That man whose heart is as high as the sky, who is proud and arrogant, can even become haggard and even get drunk.
Then, a certain button in her heart was loosened, and she softened.
She is a proud person, and she has always taken her self-esteem very seriously, so she can deeply feel how much strength it takes for the equally proud Cheng Song to become what he is now...
"Cheng Song, how much wine have you drunk?"
Mengxue reached out to help him, and the strong smell of alcohol filled her. Cheng Song's martial arts was so strong, if he hadn't drank enough alcohol, he would never have been unable to stand still.
"Not many..." Cheng Song grinned, stretched out his hands to count his fingers, and squinted his eyes to count carefully, "I don't know how many glasses, Piao Piao said that I drank all the wine in the cellar... Hehe...
…”
It turned out to be a drink at Yihongyuan!
Yihongyuan, that is the Qinglou. The most indispensable thing in the Qinglou is wine. He drank all the wine in the Qinglou wine cellar. You can imagine how much he drank...
"Get up, the ground is cold."
Mengxue reached out to help him, but he refused to get up and stayed on the ground acting like a drunkard.
"Don't get up! Don't get up! Just don't get up! You will leave if I get up..."
When he spoke, his expression was very innocent, and Mengxue couldn't help but think of the way he looked when he was pretending to be crazy. It seemed that he had this expression when he was pretending to be crazy. Does that mean that now he is simply pretending to be crazy?
Mengxue hesitated in her heart, but at this moment, something strange flashed in Cheng Song's eyes. He suddenly took Mengxue's hand and said:
"Shuang'er, what are you thinking about? Are you leaving me? Don't leave me, okay? You can hit me, you can scold me, you can ignore me, but... don't leave me, okay? Mom
You have already left me, now, I only have you..."
As he spoke, he kept waving his hands, with decline and loneliness written in his eyes. She thought that he was really drunk, otherwise he would never have said such a thing if he was so proud.
Sympathy and pity should be the things he despises the most...