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Chapter 39
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Yang Chen's house was quiet.

Lin Wenhua pushed open the fence gate and walked into the yard.

At this time, she was disguised as a man, wearing a green shirt and long robe, facing the wind in the jade tree, and looking forward to her.

A pair of small feet stepped on the wet soil, and it was suddenly muddy.

"The ground is too wet!"

Lin Wenhua frowned slightly.

Yang Chen's house is full of mud, and there is no stone slab or gravel. Some snow has melted on the ground in the yard, making the ground very muddy.

As soon as you step on it, the shoes will be deeply sunken in the mud.

In such an environment, is it too difficult to get out of the sludge without pollution?
"Could it be that there is no one?"

Lin Wenhua looked around, but there was no movement in the small courtyard.

"Where can he go at this time?"

Lin Wenhua walked towards Yang Chen's house.

when approached.

His nose twitched lightly.

"What does it taste like?"

In the room, the cups and plates were messed up, and the wine was overflowing, and the smell of wine could not be concealed, and it radiated through the gaps in the thatch.

People have not approached, the smell has entered the nose.

"liquor?"

Lin Wenhua frowned again.

"He is alone, what kind of wine does he drink in broad daylight?"

As the little princess of the Lin family, of course she knows about wine and has seen many kinds of good wine.

Lin Shushu, Mr. Lin and others in the family are also heroes of the wine country.

Although Lin Wenhua herself does not drink at all, she is also very familiar with alcohol.

But as a woman, she doesn't like a man who likes to drink.

Especially a man who got himself drunk and didn't know where to go.

There is a sentence that best describes this situation.

When I was away from home, my wife told me to drink less wine and eat more food.

A drunk man cannot take care of himself.

Especially for someone like Yang Chen, it is even more miserable. He is the only one in the family, and no one takes care of him.

Inside the house, there was no movement.

It seemed that the drink was finished.

I just don't know, did Yang Chen get drunk alone, or did someone drink with him?
Lin Wenhua was a little worried about Yang Chen.

Pushed the door and walked in.

The room was filled with the strong smell of wine.

His nose twitched lightly.

Lin Wenhua gagged and wanted to vomit.

This taste!
It smells bad, doesn't it?
On the table, drinks and leftovers were placed in a mess, and it was a mess.

It's just too messy!
Even a pig's nest is much better than this.

Fortunately, I was still praising Yang Chen in my heart just now, he is a very diligent person!
I see men all over the world are the same.

His eyes glanced over the wine table, and he looked at Yang Chen.

The current Yang Chen was sleeping soundly, and the quilt on his body was kicked aside by Yang Chen at some point.

"Such a big person, still kicking the quilt!"

Lin Wenhua walked over with some amusement, stretched out his hand, and helped Yang Chen cover the quilt again.

Taking the opportunity to pinch Yang Chen's nose lightly, he snorted coldly:

"Let you drink, let you drink!"

Be irritated.

Yang Chen reacted.

He didn't blink his eyes, just so dazed.

Mouth open, hands waving.

"Water...water...I want to drink water!"

"Where's the wine, have another glass!"

"I can still drink!"

Looking at the drunken man, Lin Wenhua felt distressed for a while.

He hurriedly searched for a big porcelain bowl, poured a large cup of hot water, blew on it gently, waited for Yang Chen to drink the water when the water temperature was lower.

"Could it be that he was wronged in Xiyuan, and he had no place and no one to listen to him, so he went home alone to get drunk?"

Lin Wenhua witnessed what happened at the Xiyuan Dongmei Poetry Club.

Naturally know.

In that poetry meeting, although Yang Chen stole the limelight.

But also suffered a lot of grievances.

When Mr. Li slandered Yang Chen's poem as plagiarism, almost no one would take the risk of offending Mr. Li to stand up for Yang Chen.

At that time, Yang Chen fought alone and wrote classic poems with full of talent, which turned the tide and defeated the heroes.

Otherwise, Yang Chen's end would definitely be miserable.

"Ugh!"

Think about it.

Lin Wenhua could no longer bear to blame Yang Chen for being drunk.

"I don't know, what method will the Li family use to get revenge on Yang Chen?"

"However, as long as I, Lin Wenhua, am here, no one can hurt him!"

Looking at Yang Chen tenderly, Lin Wenhua's eyes were full of maternal brilliance.

Wait until Yang Chen finishes drinking the hot water.

After helping Yang Chen cover the quilt.

Like a virtuous wife, Lin Wenhua started to tidy up Yang Chen's room.

But as a young lady.

She had never done such a thing since she was a child.

First hands on.

A little clumsy.

The sanitation hasn't been cleaned up yet, but instead, my pretty face is covered with dust and oil.

"Good wine!"

"Good wine!"

Yang Chen on the bed seemed to be insane from alcohol.

Say something aloud, even chant.

So are the singing revelers.

The sound is in the ear.

"You can't live in peace even if you're drunk!"

Lin Wenhua gave a wry smile.

"From now on, we can't let him drink too much again!"

Continue to clean up.

Just listen to Yang Chen recite:
"If the sky does not love wine, the star of wine is not in the sky. If the earth does not love wine, the earth should have no springs of wine. The heaven and the earth love wine, and the love of wine is worthy of the sky. It has been heard that it is better than a sage, and the Tao is as turbid as a sage. The sage has drunk , why ask the gods. Three cups lead to the road, and one bucket is natural. But if you have fun in wine, don't pass it on to the sober."

A drinking poem hits my ears.

Lin Wenhua was stunned.

Although in Xiyuan, I have seen Yang Chen's talent is overwhelming, he writes like a dragon and snake, and almost completed several classic poems without thinking.

But it is possible that Yang Chen had prepared poems about Xuemei in advance.

After all, Dongmei Poetry Club has already informed the readers in advance.

That scholar didn't prepare a few poems in advance, so as not to make a fool of himself on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, after returning home, Yang Chen wrote another song about the Charcoal Seller, which was Wen Guang Shooting the Sun Rainbow, which alarmed many important figures in Weicheng.

I thought that today's Yang Chen had exhausted his talents.

Who knows, he drank too much.

He was actually able to recite such an excellent drinking poem.

Simply divine.

"My God!"

"This is amazing!"

"I've drunk it like this, and I can still recite poems!"

"If the sky does not love wine, the star of wine is not in the sky. If the earth does not love wine..."

"It made me, a person who doesn't like drinking, want to taste what wine tastes like."

After a little thought, Lin Wenhua understood the meaning of this poem.

The gist of the poem is.

If the sky does not like wine, the drinking star will not be in the sky

If the earth does not like wine, there should be no wine springs on the earth

Since both heaven and earth like wine, I like wine worthy of heaven and earth

You already know that sake is called a sage, so don't say that turbid wine is called a sage

Since the sages and sages have drunk it, why are the gods still required?

After drinking three cups, you will know the laws of life, and after one fight, you will live together with all things
Knowing the joy of wine, if a sober person wants to ask, I won't tell him!
"I've never heard of such a poem. It should be Yang Chen's original creation. When he writes such a poem on paper, it will definitely attract literary fame!"

As for attracting vitality to empower the head.

Lin Wenhua never thought about this matter.

I also dare not think about it.

Only poems and songs that are really good to a certain extent can attract the resonance of the world, come down with vitality, and empower the author.

(End of this chapter)