"Don't play the piano if you're in a confused mood, otherwise you'll ruin a good piano."
Cheng Liuzhang's knuckled hand suddenly pressed on the guqin, stopping Mengxue's intermittent music.
Mengxue frowned slightly, but when she met his aloof eyes, those eyes that usually looked hazy and unreal suddenly became clear at this moment, like a calm lake, even if they were thrown away
The kind of lake where even a stone weighing a thousand kilograms can't create even a single ripple.
Looking into his eyes, one's heart can't help but calm down.
Suddenly, there was a low "wuwuwu" sound, and then there was a "bang bang bang" sound. It seemed that some water was boiling and the lid of the pot was being pushed.
Cheng Liuzhang let go of the strings, stood up, turned around and walked back.
His steps were still slow and slow, as if nothing had happened. He was just strolling in the Xinting Courtyard. He wore a crown and a long sleeve, and his clothes were still stained by the grass he had just squatted on the ground.
After he walked into the big trees in front of him, Qing Jun's figure disappeared behind the bleak trees.
Mengxue looked down at Qin blankly, thoughtfully.
Suddenly, a faint aroma of wine wafted over, and Mengxue couldn't help but raise her head and look forward.
I don't know when Cheng Liuzhang came back. He was holding a small earthenware basin in his hand. The hot water in the basin was steaming, and there were three wine bottles in the water.
Putting the small basin on the ground, Cheng Liuzhang sat on the ground casually. A set of wine glasses slipped out from his sleeves. The color was bright and shiny. You could tell at a glance that they were made of fine porcelain. There were six in total. It was really magical. There were so many porcelain cups.
You can actually put it in your sleeves.
"Would you like a drink?" Cheng Liushang's voice was still cold. He washed the quilt, poured the wine, and asked.
Just as Mengxue was about to refuse, she realized that Cheng Liushang had already poured the wine in the cup into his own mouth without even looking at her.
"If you want to drink it, do it yourself."
A glass of warm wine didn't warm his voice any more, and it remained cold.
And he was still sitting far away, pouring himself a drink, his cold eyes still blurred.
The aroma of wine floated gently through the air, and it was particularly tempting in this quiet and cool afternoon. For some reason, Mengxue actually became a little greedy.
She secretly looked at Cheng Liushang, but he was still quietly sipping the wine, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Mengxue didn't know what happened, so she walked over and said politely:
"Brother, I'm sorry for bothering you, please ask for a drink."
But Cheng Liuzhang didn't even look at it. He picked up a small wine jug from the small basin and poured it for himself.
The atmosphere at the scene was a bit weird, and Mengxue couldn't help but start to wonder if he had really invited her just now.
Just when Mengxue was hesitating to leave, Cheng Liushang's voice finally sounded again:
"If you want to drink, go get it yourself and pour it yourself."