356 Chapter 356: Different Ways and Different Ways to Conspire Ten
Different ways don’t work together (10)
The same starry sky, different woods, collecting firewood and lighting the fire by myself. Eating dry food and drinking river water.
Wan Qing let out a long, comfortable breath.
Probably because it's a winter night, it's particularly quiet, there are no chirping insects or birds... But today's weather is good, there is no wind and the moon is bright, so the chill is gone.
However, such a quiet wilderness is not quiet either. Wan Qing had only eaten half of the dry food when an unknown person came to disturb her.
"This girl, I missed my place in Sutou. I wonder if I can borrow a fire." The voice was gentle and humble.
"It's okay to borrow it, but I don't know what you're going to give back?" Wan Qing spoke slowly and looked at the speaker.
He is dressed in white and has a horse that cannot tell whether it is brown or dark red.
As Wan Qing finished speaking, the man came closer and sat beside the fire, opposite Wan Qing. "I'll pay you back with wine, is it okay?"
In the light of the fire, Wan Qing looked at the person who came. A pair of thick eyebrows slanted into his temples. His eyes were like stars, shining brightly with a faint smile. However, Wan Qing intuitively determined that this person's eyes should be sharp.
His eyes suit him.
The nose is straight, the lips are thin, the cheeks are thin, and the face is even more resolute.
This person should clearly be a person with a distinguished status, but at this moment, he was sitting on the ground opposite Wan Qing, with no strange look on his face. It seemed that it was such a natural and normal thing.
Wan Qing smiled softly, "Of course, why not?"
The man immediately uncorked the wine gourd in his hand, raised his head and drank a sip of it for himself. Then he wiped his mouth and looked at Wan Qing with a mixture of coolness and provocation. He raised his hand and drank the wine gourd.
Then he threw it over.
Wan Qing raised her hand to catch it, raised her head, and drank the wine in her throat.
"Good wine." He held the wine gourd in front of him, glanced at it in the light of the fire, and then stood up with a smile.
"This fire is given to you. According to your consciousness, this wine gourd... belongs to me." He walked to his horse, untied the rope, rushed to the man and hugged his fist, and continued on his way.
Only the person who lost the gourd of wine and lost the fire was left, staring at Wan Qing dumbfounded. He didn't know whether he was confused by her behavior or confused by her smile.