Yu Jun

Chapter 52 Drunk

The dancers on the high stage withdrew, the orchestral music also stopped suddenly, and Yan Guan briefly returned to the human world, without the cover of the music, the voices of the people were particularly loud and harsh.

The kind of laughter that stripped away the worldly morality, morality disappeared, every word was full of fame and fortune, the sound shook the roof tiles, and poured into Wu Jin's ears, making him even more miserable.

Just when he was bored, suddenly there was a sound of music from the second floor, not a qin or a pipa, but a low, mournful sound trembling from the bow and strings, resounding all around.

The crowd who were still agitated against Yingtian just now gradually calmed down, from high-spirited talk to whispering, first speculative, then excited, held their breath, and looked upstairs.

Cheng Ting blew his nose loudly and abruptly, and took another drink by himself.

Xi Qin's desolate and mournful voice resounded again, overshadowing the "gurgling" sound of the waterwheel turning, and also covering the "crashing" sound of running water, as if heavy snow was coming, and the cool air from the waterwheel was surging. It also suddenly made people have goosebumps.

The wind and snow are stubborn and arrogant, cold to the bone, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and the wild horses are pacing, all of which fall into the mournful sound of the piano, and return to this bustling Yan Pavilion after passing every inch of time.

Wu Jin felt depressed, and most of the voice of Xi Qin went away.

After a song, the lingering sound lingered, and the listeners were silent. After a long while, someone suddenly gave a hello, followed by a burst of loud applause.

The word Mei Chou'er was constantly passed on among the crowd. This oiran lady was famous in Kuanzhou with a bow and two strings, but she had not appeared in front of everyone for a long time. , has made everyone present today feel like listening to fairy music.

While cheering, everyone wondered who invited this cold and arrogant oiran lady.

Wu Jin didn't move for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she felt her face was cold, and she touched it with her hand, only then did she realize that she had shed tears at some point.

And Cheng Ting wailed, opened his mouth and scolded the person who asked Mei Chouer to come out of the mountain: "Who is so wicked, and even asked someone to play Xiqin, isn't this stabbing me in the heart?"

He stood up unsteadily, staggered and ran out: "I won't listen, I won't listen."

Wu Jin wiped away tears, quickly got up and walked to Cheng Ting's side, put one hand under Cheng Ting's armpit, and lifted him up: "I'll take you back."

"I won't go back!" Cheng Ting slid down drunk, resisting with his tongue out, "I won't go back, I want to sever the father-son relationship with him, and I won't go back for the rest of my life!"

Then he turned his head and told the buddy: "Hang Cheng Taishan's account!"

Wu Jin pulled him up with great strength: "Then go to my house."

He slipped Cheng Tingti out. Cheng Ting's soul was still excited, muttering endlessly, but his body was already limp, and he started to slide after taking two steps. Wu Jin had to stretch out a hand to hold him in his arms. by myself.

After the two of them walked out, Mo Lingfeng suddenly threw away the grapes in his hand, jumped off the chair, passed in front of a pair of square tables on the second floor, and then crossed the straight bridge leading to the diners in front, and randomly picked a room close to the table. The pavilion on the street broke in.

The pavilion was full of diners toasting. Seeing Mo Lingfeng's sudden arrival, they were all puzzled. They wanted to ask each other, but they saw that Mo Lingfeng had already opened the window and looked out.

The crowd was bustling, and she immediately saw Wu Jin, who was hunched over and hugging Cheng Ting.

The big red lantern hanging under the corridor of the Yan Pavilion just shone on his face, and because of bending over, the shadow of brow bone was cast in the eye socket, and the shadow of eyelashes was cast on the two cheeks, only the bridge of the nose was high and straight in the shadow. Against the backdrop, it looks more and more like chiseling with a knife and an axe.

Mo Lingfeng was condescending, seeing clearly every ups and downs, every expression, and every movement of him.

Wu Jin didn't notice such gazes, and just carried Cheng Ting back home with great effort.

Cheng Ting was already heavy, but when he was drunk, his flesh became even heavier, and he was still leaning on Wu Jin's side, and Wu Jin had to use all his strength to support him.

After finally walking to Shishi Street, Wu Jin saw Pang Dahai carrying a bag.

"Third Master!" Fat Dahai hurried forward, stretched out an arm, and supported Cheng Ting with Wu Jin on the left and right, "Young Master Wu, thank you for your hard work, Madam said please take care of me, she will come to pick up Third Master tomorrow .”

Wu Jin was unable to think about tomorrow at this time, the sweat on her forehead had already fallen into her mouth, she walked in with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and before she had walked five steps away, Cheng Ting suddenly stood up and screamed.

With his tongue out, Wu Jin couldn't hear a word, but Cheng Ting suddenly got excited, struggled to run out, took a step, and fell to the ground.

"Third Master!"

Pang Dahai hurried over to help him, but Cheng Ting had turned into a puddle of mud, he couldn't hug him, he couldn't hold him up, and he slipped when he touched his hands.

Wu Jin quickly stepped forward and worked with Pang Dahai to help him up, and this time he heard clearly what he said: "It doesn't stink"

"Okay, then I'll take you home." Wu Jin picked him up, and the three of them walked shoulder to shoulder, but Cheng Ting didn't go, and kept twisting and rolling.

"No, no, puppy, go to the puppy's house."

A half-grown child on Shishi Street came out to pee. Seeing this, his jaw almost dropped in shock: "Brother Jin...you..."

"He drank too much," Wu Jin grabbed Cheng Ting, "Let's go."

The three of them, like a couple of gods and immortals, went to Mo Mansion entangled, knocked on the corner door, and wanted to spend the night here.

It was inconvenient for Pang Dahai to enter Mo's residence, so he could only hand over the burden to Wu Jin, and went back to Cheng's residence to report his safety.

The brothers and sisters of the Mo family hadn't returned, and the whole Mo residence was silent. In Jiu Si Xuan, the big yellow dog grinned at Cheng Ting, and Cheng Ting kicked him: "Go away, Cheng Taishan!"

The big yellow dog never expected to be Cheng Ting's father one day, so he immediately let out a "bark".

"Uh..." Cheng Ting vomited back with a huge vomit.

The big yellow dog ran away, and Jiu Sixuan's servants were unwilling to pick up the drudgery. They each pretended to be busy, making tea, serving hot water, taking handkerchiefs, and making beds. In the end, only Qi Chang was like a bullied little daughter-in-law Like, carrying a bucket out to wash the floor.

Cheng Ting squatted on the ground, vomited twice, cried twice, vomited twice, refused to leave when he had nothing to vomit, and kept crying.

Wu Jin pulled Cheng Ting into the east wing like a carrot, pushed him to sit down beside the bed, and went to twist the veil by himself.

"Hi——" Cheng Ting hiccupped for some unknown reason. He took off his outer shirt, spread his legs apart, stretched his hands down, bent his waist inch by inch, and finally buried his head in his crotch, trying to take off his shoes.

"Be careful!" Before she finished speaking, Wu Jin saw Cheng Ting fell to the ground like a melon and rolled around.

He quickly threw away the veil and went to help Cheng Ting. Cheng Ting was lying on the ground, his body was turned into a cauliflower snake by Cheng Zhifu, and he was still talking with his tongue out.

Wu Jin single-handedly pushed him back on the bed, took off his two big shoes, quickly wiped him again with a handkerchief, walked to the door, ordered a cup of strong tea, asked Cheng Ting to sit on the bed firmly, poured it into the in his mouth.

The tea blocked Cheng Ting's mouth, and there was enough noise. His eyelids were heavy and he couldn't lift them. He felt drowsy and rubbed his eyes. He barely raised his eyelids and looked at Wu Jin: "She doesn't like me. .”

After all, his eyes were dark.

(End of this chapter)