messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 230 Voices Are Sometimes Blown Away by the Wind
After playing in the snow all day, everyone was tired, and when night fell, An invited everyone to the house for dinner.

Now, a teacher of the same age who hadn't shown up during the day also came. Hearing that there was a free dinner, she came quite quickly.

The dinner was very lively, the elementary school students kept running around restlessly, a junior high school student disciplined her like a sister, and another junior high school student accompanied her.

Because there were so many people, I made a hot pot for the first time. The water in the flame-fired pot boiled, and the scattered steam dispelled the coldness of the winter night.

An and the teacher sat together and cooked wine, drinking in small cups. In the cold winter, a hot pot and a pot of warm wine are enough to keep people from feeling cold all night.

Put the cut meat slices in the pot and cook them well, then dip them in the prepared sauce, put them in your mouth, and chew them with oil stains. This is the most simple enjoyment handed down from the ancestors.

Not to mention pairing it with a jug of wine. Only those who are immersed in it can tell the taste of it. It is really hard to explain it to others.

The small living room was crowded with people, and it looked so lively. Unlike An's home in the city, which was almost unpopular, the most important thing here should be popularity.

Ever since eating a piece of shabu-shabu, the primary school student has been holding up two chopsticks and yelling at the name of the hot pot, obviously quite satisfied with this novel way of eating in her opinion.

And Chu didn't have to eat anyway, so naturally he took care of her all the time, bringing her some food from time to time.

The high school students sat leisurely in the corner, silently enjoying the tranquility outside the crowd, but they were not satisfied with the speed of eating.

Sitting by the door were Teacher An and Teacher An. They didn't know where they came from to enjoy the so-called bright moon after the first snow.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the moon tonight is really bright and clear.

The lively dinner lasted until seven or eight o'clock in the evening, because it was too late, and there was almost no light in the village at night, so Ann left everyone to stay.

Chu Chu took out the spare quilts and made beds for everyone in the living room. This kind of sleeping together made the elementary school students so excited that they couldn't sleep. They took turns telling stories to her, and slowly fell asleep while they were telling. went.

In the room, people were sleeping all over the place.

When Chu Chu came out of the living room, An was still sitting by the door, and the female teacher was already blushing and lying on the side, looking like she was already drunk.

"I'll help her in." Chu said, helped up the female teacher, put her on a quilt in the living room, and covered her with the quilt.

When Chu came out again, she looked at An and asked.

"are not you going to rest?"

Ann boiled another pot of wine on her own, and said softly, "I want to sit down for a while."

At this time, the so-called first snowy moon has been covered by clouds, and only bits and pieces of starlight can be seen in the sky.

Chu also sat down, if An didn't sleep, she naturally couldn't go to rest first.

"Want a drink?" An poured a glass of sake and pushed it in front of Chu.

Chu tilted her head, picked up the glass and drank it down, anyway, she couldn't taste it, and she couldn't get drunk.

"Sometimes I think you are quite pitiful." An said with a smile, with a hint of drunkenness in her expression. She drank a lot tonight.

"Why?" Chu asked puzzled.

"Because you're not drunk." An raised the wine glass in his hand and smiled.

"I once heard an old man say that all kinds of tastes in life can be tasted in this wine, and all kinds can only be experienced after being drunk."

As An said, the wine in the wine glass reflected sporadic light, shimmering.

Chu looked down at the empty wine glass in his hand, and said flatly, "The old man must be an alcoholic."

"Hahaha." Ann laughed, but in order not to wake up the people in the room, she laughed lightly: "You are right, he is indeed a drunkard."

"However, there are many times when a drunken alcoholic says more interesting things than a lot of sober people say."

"Really?" Chu looked at An with some disbelief.

Ann pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out a finger, and tapped the tip of her nose.

"It's like you, it's too sober."

Is there anything wrong with being sober? At first thought.

"It's nothing bad." Ann shook her head: "It's just that people are less confused and less interesting."

"Hmm." Chu nodded with a vague understanding.

"Snoring." At this moment, the female teacher in the living room snored, drooling and turned over, causing both Chu and An to look sideways.

"Heh." An smiled with the corners of her mouth hooked, looking at the people lying in the room, the elementary school students kicked the quilt, two junior high school students squeezed together, the high school students leaned against the corner, and everyone was sleeping soundly.

At this time, the clouds and mists dispersed, and the moonlight shone down again, illuminating the courtyard, the living room, and the people in the house.

An Qian took a sip of her wine and said.

"That's probably why I want to stay."

I don't know, she said the reason, is it these people, or the so-called muddleheaded.

Or maybe some of both.

In short, if a person has a clear goal to pursue at every time period for a lifetime, it would be too tiring to live.

Always pursue the life you want, pursue your dreams, and pursue more things when you get it. If you keep chasing, when can you stop and rest for a while.

Therefore, it seems that there is nothing wrong with living a little confused occasionally.

This is also the reason why An pitiful Chu, even a human with a short life span of 100 years, needs to take time out of time to get confused, but Chu has to keep awake in his endless life.

In this way, it will be really tiring.

Ann thinks so...

"Chu." Under the moonlight in the countryside, An called Chu's name, put his arms around her shoulders, and let her lean against him under Chu's stunned gaze.

"If you're tired, take a break."

I'm not going to wake you up until you have to go.

Chu leaned on An's shoulder in a daze, for a while, smiled slightly, and closed his eyes.

The evening breeze was cool, and the rest of the wine was still warm. An drank the wine slowly, and let herself be confused.

She also understood that if she was sober, she would understand that she should keep a distance from Chu.

But, so what, since it's already like this, it's better to just keep being confused.

She turned her head sideways and rested her chin lightly on Chu's forehead.

At least, at this moment, she was satisfied.

"At the beginning, I seem to like you a little bit."

In the small courtyard, the soft voice went with the wind, and it was unknown if anyone heard it.

(End of this chapter)