The Rise of Phoenixes

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Ning Yi smiled, clothed her with chopsticks, and said, "Eat yours, even the bamboo shoots are pitiful. Can you eat chicken, duck, and fish? Starve to death."

Feng Zhiwei looked at the beautiful, art-like dish and gave him such a horizontal chopsticks that he couldn't restore. It was a pity that Ning Yi glanced at her and simply opened the lid, which immediately attracted Feng Zhiwei's attention-- A light red fish-shaped plate contains a few fleshy silver-white steamed fish, with light yellow **** silk and green onions. The soup color is transparent like a mirror. Ning Yi said: "This is called Yingying Yishui, and the pulse is not enough. language."

In an azure glazed dish, the golden-roasted crispy skin elbows form a full circle, with a lotus leaf underneath, a fragrant aroma, white protein scattered on all sides, surrounded by clouds, Ning Yi is another finger, "Mo Ruyun It is easy to disperse and must be like a moon."

In a purple sand soup bowl, there are countless thumb-sized **** in the creamy soup, white and round, dotted with Weibi seaweed and light red shrimp, those brightly colored ingredients float in the soup, the gesture is graceful, Ning Yi I took a small porcelain lotus leaf bowl and scooped the soup for Feng Zhiwei, saying, "This is called the Curtain and the Moon sighs, and the beauty is like flowers across the clouds."

"Where did you eat the dishes, I saw poems." Feng Zhiwei listened to the names of the dishes, lowered her eyes, and didn't ask much, but digressed. "Which chef? Is the craft so exquisite?"

Ning Yi smiled and did not answer. Feng Zhiwei looked at it and was shocked: "Did you do it?"

"How can I have such a craft?" Ning Yi seemed to be fascinated, and then took out a delicate jug, saying, "Guyueshan wine, Jianghuai famous wine, you try it."

Feng Zhiwei did not refuse, but said with a smile: "If you are drunk today, I will not carry you on the big boat, so you can float on the boat."

"That's good too." Ning Yi Jiu Zhang rested on her lips, watching her eyes also flicker like wine, "If you can really float freely with the water, it's not a bad thing."

Feng Zhi rolled the cabin curtain slightly, and the wind suddenly swept in with light rain. The river was lightly rained in winter, and there was a cloud of ash on all sides. The distant mountains smeared indigo-like ghosts in the pale sky. In the wind and drizzle, the Wupeng boat drifted leisurely, and the green and green clothes swelled in the bow, like a painting still in time.

In a trance, it seems that I drank a lot of wine. Ning Yi was already drunk, holding his head with his hands, and still drinking from a cup. Feng Zhiwei did not persuade him. He drank more than he did, with the rich and sweet wine. Down there, there seems to be the wind on the river surface, the lingering rain, and countless things that I can’t say I knew. I have piled a small pile of exquisite small jugs behind each one in the cabin. It looks like a boat is pondering with the rain, but it seems to be drinking wine.

The night will be deep, the rainy night will be no moon, only the shadow of the ship will be shattered by the transverse wave, and the surplus will wander. Feng Zhiwei shook the last hip flask desperately, murmuring with straight eyes: "Why, how... just... …Gone?"

Opposite Ning Yi was lying on the table, his elbows were almost propped into the dish, the food didn't move much, the wine was poured into the stomach, so drinking on an empty stomach, Feng Zhiwei with a good amount of wine was almost falling, let alone this book There is no amount of alcohol, relying on the hangover pill to support Ning Yi.

He seemed to be drunk and dim, but forced to continue to drink with Feng Zhiwei. Hearing Feng Zhiwei's sentence, he barely raised his head and said, "You... drunk..."

Feng Zhiwei fixed his eyes on him, smiled, pointed at him with his finger, and said with a smile: "You... drunk... and said... I..."

Ning Yi supported her forehead and looked at her. Feng Zhiwei smiled all the year round, but never laughed. Her smile was always restrained and quiet, her lips slightly pulled, and the gentle and perfunctory arc, gentle everyone looked It turned out that perfunctory but only he understood that looking at that kind of smile always made him feel pain from the bottom of his heart, thin and dense, like who's fingertips are unkindly pulling, pulling all the helplessness in this life.

At this moment her smile finally indulged for the first time. The eyebrows were flying, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, the eyes were slightly squinted, the light was flowing, and the lips were slightly open, and the red teeth were white. Dazzling eyes, such a smile, swayed in his vague and dizzy vision, like the waves of smoke, water, and rain on the surface of the river, whirls upside down, threw himself into his chest.

He lost himself in such a whirlwind, and stretched out his hand in a trance, but his arm was soft, and he was about to crash into the soup bowl, but Feng Zhiwei still retained a clear mind, reached out and put his arm She lived, but she was soft too. When she was about to fall on the table together, she kicked the table off and kicked it out of the black tent boat.

The dining table slammed into the water, but no one came out to see it. The Wupeng boat fell into a turmoil. It was a bit violent at first, and then gradually calmed down, but it was not completely still, and it was still slightly swaying, in the midnight drizzle, Quiver with the fluttering rain curtain.

It was very quiet on all sides, the boat stopped in the shadow of the big boat, the quiet ups and downs, the lights on the boat did not know when it had been extinguished, and a low voice gradually sounded in the dark darkness.

It belongs to Feng Zhiwei's voice, with a little bit of gasping and tenderness, and at a certain interval, he gently asked: "What happened to that child..."

One sentence asked, it seemed to be quiet on all four sides, and even the boat did not move. It seemed that it was a long time before the voice of Ning Yi wandered in the darkness.

"It's okay... sent it out..."

In a trance, I don't know who "huh" made a sound, the sound of rain was shattered again, but the slight turbulence of the Wupeng boat had gradually subsided, and there was a dark silence, but there was suddenly a dark flash in the dark place.

The concentrated dark light that belongs to the sharp weapon, with the coldness of silence, like the rain of the night infiltrated with the wind, flashing gently.

Like a black lightning, passing through the singular atmosphere of the side of the black tent boat, to split some of the warmth that has just been maintained.

But it finally condenses in the air, and the lightning disappears.

After a long time.

The boat moved again, and Feng Zhiwei, who was a little staggered, came out of the bow. She clasped her tight at the bow, stood silent for a moment, then flew silently, and jumped onto the big boat.

The ship was also quiet. She was about to return to the cabin quietly, but a white figure walked slowly from below.

He saw her eyes calm and clear, so that the next turn seemed to have seen everything, Feng Zhiwei touched his eyes, but a little embarrassed turned his eyes.