Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1844 Chinese New Year. 2
Thinking of this, Fu Yuejun felt a little bit painful in his heart, so he drank heavily with the wine glass, squinting his eyes and thinking about the past, he became haggard.

If the Qing Dynasty hadn't been shattered and Er Niang was still there, then she must be very happy now. Although she wouldn't be as unscrupulous as she was when she was young, she could still sit beside Er Niang and smile tenderly.

Later, we couldn't go back.

"Alcohol doesn't make you drunk, you're just drunk." Fu Yuejun staggered away with the wine jar, she was already drunk, and she walked into the wind and snow with thin clothes.

Already warmed by the wine, he didn't feel any cold anymore.

Smelling the light plum fragrance, she was in a trance and returned to the way she was many years ago.

When Fu Yuejun returned to Qianqiu Pavilion, he saw the young man in white shirt leaning against the plum tree, the hem of his clothes was spread out, the dark patterns of gold threads on it were exquisite and luxurious, and bright red plum blossoms fell all over his body.

There were wine bottles scattered around Xue Gu, and he held a can of wine in his arms. The clear and mellow aroma of wine lingered in the air, making people intoxicated.

The man squeezed the wine jar and poured it into his mouth. Because he drank too much, he coughed incessantly, which made his already pale face turn a sickly red.

Like a flame, burning his soul and life.

For some reason, seeing Xue Gu's slumped look, Fu Yuejun's heart suddenly felt like being pricked by a needle, and his bones even ached.

She lifted her steps and walked towards Xue Gu.

"Why are you here to drink away your worries?"

Fu Yuejun opened his mouth lazily, and Xue Gu squinted his eyes to look at her. After being soaked in alcohol, the eyes were already blurred, and they were so charming.

"It's no wonder that ordinary people like to drink. Alcohol doesn't make people drunk." Xue Gu squinted his eyes and smiled foolishly. He hadn't drunk so happily for a long time.

The dim time flies by, and he seems to have returned to the days in the 33rd day many years ago.

The flying and bright high priest, Buddha Spirit, loves lying under the plum tree the most, drinking alcohol like him, and every time, if he is seen by other gods, he will stop Buddha Spirit.

Fo Ling never paid attention to the words of those gods.

Live freely.

As for the Protoss, it is actually strictly forbidden for the gods to drink alcohol unscrupulously. Every year during the Chinese New Year, they have to worship the heavens and perform various rituals, and there is no New Year's Eve dinner.

No wonder the gods want to be human, this world is really full of red dust and flowers.

Now he needs to weave a dream.

All of them were there in the dream.

In the midst of snowflakes, Fu Yuejun stood in front of the corridor, her eyes were quiet and elegant, and there was not much emotion in her eyes. She could only hear her whispering softly: "Zhuohua, Zhuohua, Tao Zhiyaoyao, scorching flowers..."

She felt inexplicably sad, but she couldn't cry, so she laughed very sadly.

At this time, Ruyun came over from the outside, holding a jar of wine in his arms. After such a distance, Fu Yuejun could smell the intoxicating aroma of wine emanating from the jar.

"Miss, this is a New Year's gift from Mr. Yun." After holding the wine jar to Fu Yuejun, Siyun took out a letter from his bosom, on which was written: My dear dear.

Fu Yuejun reached out to take the yellowed letter paper, and unfolded it gently. There were only a few simple words in it, all of which meant blessings.

"I buried this wine with him back then. It's been ten years. After all, he looked away." Fu Yuejun smiled softly, her eyes were a little hot, and she suppressed the tears.

So-and-so is fine.

The two do not owe each other.

(End of this chapter)