The boat was filled with a faint fragrance, which seemed to be brewed from some kind of flower petals, very much like the body fragrance on a woman.
The furnishings inside are also very simple, with a wine table, two blankets underneath, and some wall decorations hanging around it. The environment is elegant but not vulgar. It is obvious that the owner here is somewhat elegant.
There are several side dishes on the table, as well as two bottles of warm wine.
Hua Yingrong was sitting behind the piano table and was stroking. Xiang Que was half-lying on the blanket without any gesture. Then he held the wine glass to his mouth in a very inconspicuous manner, then raised his head and drank it all.
, drinking very happily, but a little bit indecent.
The boat had already sailed out of Chaotian River for a long time, and Xiang Que was drinking wine by himself. The other party was playing the piano and seemed to be accompanying him. The man and woman were getting along very quietly without any ambiguity.
The white gauze on Hua Yingrong's face has been taken off, revealing a face that could captivate a country, but Xiang Que only glanced at her before and then withdrew his eyes.
It can't be said that there is anything tempting, because Xiang Que already has a lot of people in his heart, and he doesn't bother to stuff them anymore.
Trouble, headache.
After talking about the two songs, Hua Yingrong came and sat across from him, took the initiative to pick up the warm wine and filled the empty cup in front of Xiang Que, and then filled it for herself. Hua Yingrong smiled.
He raised his cup and said, "It's been an hour, and the young master hasn't said a word. Moreover, it seems that the wine in this pot is more pleasing to the young master than Yingrong. You are really frustrating."
Xiang Que continued to drink down the glass quickly, put down the glass and said, "I'm not good at words, I'm sorry."
Hua Yingrong chuckled twice and said angrily: "You are not good at words and how can you still compose a water-melody song? I can't even believe what comes out of your men's mouths."
"Writing poetry? It's a very simple thing..." Xiang Que suddenly turned his head and looked outside the boat. At this time, they had already left the city, and the surrounding scene was a bit desolate. The place where the boat passed was a wilderness.
On the bank of Chaotian River, there was a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting by the river fishing. It was still raining lightly. Xiang Que blinked and pointed at the wine glass and said "full" and then he was still half-lying down.
, said: "Thousands of birds have disappeared, thousands of people have disappeared, and a man with a coir raincoat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the cold river... the rain."
Xiang Que's reaction was very quick. The last sentence made him stop abruptly and replace the word snow.
This way it will be more suitable for the occasion.
Given Xiang Que's cultural level, he seemed to be able to pick up just a few songs at his fingertips.
Jiang Yingrong's eyes sparkled with sparks. She opened her mouth slightly and said "Ying Ning" before falling forward and falling next to Xiang Que. She said with a quivering look on her face: "Young Master is really a great talent. He can sing a song right out of his mouth that can be spread all over the world."
His poems really made the little girl jealous..."
Xiang Que sighed and said, "Drink, drink."
It was late at night and the river water was slightly cool.
Hua Yingrong looked at the empty wine bottle and asked Xiang Que why he didn't wash up. Xiang Que blinked at her, opened his mouth and said, "Sorry, I'm too drunk."
Xiang Que's body slid softly onto the blanket. Jiang Yingrong stared at Xiang Que who fell into a deep sleep within a second and snored. She really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
All the talented people in the world were eager to be her guest, and now one of them actually came, but luckily, this person was defeated by the wine first.
Hua Yingrong said quietly: "I don't know if it's because I'm not pretty enough, or because you're not here in the mood, but it really ruined my good mood."
For many days after that, Xiang Que stayed on the boat. However, what surprised and puzzled Jiang Yingrong was that Xiang Que only drank and ate food on weekdays. Occasionally, he would lie on the railing outside the boat and look at both sides of the Chaotian River.
, people rarely speak, and their eyes seem to be filled with the word "lonely" all the time.
But if you are really lonely, why don't you flirt with me, a charming woman like me, by your side?
This was the first time that Hua Yingrong had the desire to actively flirt with others. For a few nights, she deliberately drank herself to death, and then fell into Xiang Que's arms more than once, but without exception, she
In the morning, she slept on the bed and Xiang Que slept on the floor.
The clothes are very good and the hair is not too messy.
"Is she not pretty enough?" On this day, Hua Yingrong couldn't bear it any longer, and looked up at Xiang Que pitifully through her drunken eyes.
Xiang Que said: "Just think of me as a beast. This matter has nothing to do with charm. The main thing is that I have been vegetarian for many years and do not eat meat or fish."
Hua Yingrong: "..."
Xiang Que really had no intention of doing this. As his life has become dull in recent times, the words Yunshan and Xiang Que have long been absent from his mind. He actually feels that he has entered a state of returning to his original nature.
I just need to be a little plain as usual. I want to fish in the cold river snow alone.
At this time, Xiang Que suddenly felt that his life at this time was very similar to the period when he quit the world in his previous life. He did nothing all day long and just lived with Chen Xia in the Chen family mansion, growing flowers, weeding, walking and cooking.
, eating happily and waiting to die.
On this day, the painting boat went upstream along the Chaotian River and entered a blessed land.
The city of this blessed land is very small, only about one-third of the size of Mashan Cave. The population seems to be only tens of thousands. After leaving the city, there are fields on the outskirts. There are several wooden houses and thatched houses built next to the fields. There are people
Working in the fields.
Xiang Que leaned against the railing and looked at the scenery by the river out of habit.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in Xiang Que's eyes. It was a woman wearing linen clothes and a headscarf on her head. She was walking out of the field carrying a bundle of firewood, and then came to a hut to put the firewood away.
He placed it on the ground, then carried a bucket and walked to a well.
This is a very common scene, and can be seen in almost many rural areas.
But the difference is that the people you see are different.
Xiang Que slowly straightened up, his eyes dulled.
The scene in front of him was very ordinary and ordinary, but it made Xiang Queru stunned when he was struck by lightning. His heart felt as if he had been hit hard by an axe, and it was cut in half at once.
The boat was paddling upstream along the river. Xiang Que suddenly flew up from the boat without any warning, then landed on the opposite bank, walked towards the village woman and stood in front of her.