With a few swipes of her knife, she deliberately carved a lotus leaf skirt under the little doll, and said with a smile: "Is this you too?"
Xiao Bing's eyes brightened, "Sister, you don't know, my mother raised me as a girl when I was a child."
Chu Yue had no choice but to lose to him, so she handed the carved doll to him, "Xiao Nannan, this is you, take it well."
Later, something happened again because of this doll. Looking back today, I wonder if she would give it to him again.
Xiao Bing pushed the lantern to her, "We exchanged it, I didn't want your doll in vain."
Chu Yue smiled.
Xiao Bing looked at her intently. She was too mysterious to him, as if she were thousands of miles apart. But she was also too close. They did tasks together, made money, protected each other, and relied on each other as if they were lives.
With her behind him, he dared to rush forward without defense.
With her here, he is willing to give up his dream of wandering around the world.
A place with her is as warm as home.
But he couldn't touch her heart.
She was like a cocoon, wrapping herself tightly.
Don't let anyone touch it.
But she was so kind to him, so sincere, and a confidant who would treat him to death.
He laughed loudly on purpose, "Sister, let's go drink."
Chu Yue smiled sweetly, "Okay, how can I do it without drinking on a day like this?"
The wine is good. The daughter's red wine that has been buried underground for decades is sweet, mellow, soft in the throat, and has a long aftertaste.
The two used cups at first, then switched to larger bowls, and then used jars.
Xiao Bing is a big drinker and is said to be able to drink a thousand cups, but Chu Yue thinks he is a drunkard.
Chu Yue's drinking capacity was naturally not as good as his, but she learned to force the wine out through her fingers, a trick she learned from Duan Yu.
In the heart method of the Xuanyin Heart Sutra that Mu Youche taught her, the inner force is feminine, which is also used in this way.
At first, she was still fighting with her spirits and had a drinking contest with Xiao Bing. Later, when she looked at the empty night sky, she became really drunk.
She stood up and danced her sword. The sound of the sword was clanging and the night wind was quiet.
Xiao Bing held his sword together, he was fencing and singing, his voice was loud, his ambition and pride were beyond words.
