On New Year's Eve, light snow fell from the sky. Each snowflake was like white fluff. If it fell on the palm of a person's hand, it would quickly turn from a piece of crystal into clear water.
There were only a few people left in the Hongchen Inn. Almost all the guests had left. Those who had families also went home to reunite. Only Shen Luoxia, Zhao Zheng, Rentuzi and four waiters remained. Inn. But everyone who stays is homeless.
Since the morning, everyone has been busy preparing for the New Year. They pasted Spring Festival couplets on the door and hung up red lanterns. Afterwards, Rentuzi led everyone to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, and three items were packed early. Save the freshly stuffed dumplings for dinner at night.
After nightfall, Zhao Zheng and several young people set off a few firecrackers in front of the door, welcoming the new year amid the crackling firelight.
There is a custom of keeping vigil on New Year's Eve. Everyone cannot sleep and must stay up until night to welcome the God of Wealth. After eating and drinking, these people sit together, drink and chat, and accompany the wine with laughter.
While chatting, Shen Luoxia felt that the conversation was not enough, so she had an idea and suggested: "Why don't we play with poetic couplets. Let me start it, and you guys will pick up the following sentences. If anyone can't pick up the sentence, You’ll be punished by drinking alcohol.”
"We are all rough people, why are we playing with this nonsense? If you want to play, just play boxing." The butcher, who was already drunk, retorted with a red face and a rough tongue.
"If you don't want to play, I won't take you with me. A few of us will play." Shen Luoxia gave Rentuzi a white look, her interest not diminishing at all.
Now that the shopkeeper has spoken, it is useless for others to object. This group of uncultured roughnecks has no problem and agrees. They are as big as a fight and feel as if they are facing a formidable enemy.
"Let me start this first line of the poem." Shen Luoxia thought deeply for a moment, became very interested in poetry, and said musingly, "I can't sleep alone in the cold light of the hotel, how could the guest's heart become so sad?" After saying that, she looked at the person closest to her. Zhao Zheng said, "Brother, I'll let you answer the next sentence."
When Zhao Zheng heard this poem, he was deeply touched. He had been in this world for a year without knowing it, and he didn't know what happened to his relatives and friends who were far away in another time and space. Thinking of this, his heart Endless longings emerged, like a pebble falling into a pond, causing thousands of waves. If possible, he really wanted to see those old people from another time and space again, but unfortunately this wish could not be realized.
"My thoughts and my mind have no way out, and I can only shed tears when recalling the past." Zhao Zheng sighed, felt something, and then added a poem. He is not a literati poet, and the level of his poems can only be said to be average, but simple. The poem expresses real emotions.
Shen Luoxia heard her brother's longing for her old friend, her eyes softened, and she took a deep look at Zhao Zheng.
Then it was the next person's turn to compose a poem. This person was the waiter who used to live in the same room as Zhao Zheng. He was even less educated than Zhao Zheng. He didn't know a few Chinese characters. He held it in for a long time and couldn't come up with anything. Come.
Zhao Zheng saw that the person next to him was feeling uncomfortable, so he reminded: "If you really can't think of anything, you can use the topic to see if there is anything related to the Chinese New Year, and then compose a poem. We just got together to have fun, so we composed the poem That’s pretty much it, there are no high requirements.”
"Okay, I'll give it a try." The waiter nodded and looked around for inspiration. He glanced at the red lantern hanging at the door, had an idea and said with a smile, "Yes! The big red lantern is hanging high. , make a fortune happily! How about this sentence?"
"What kind of poem is this? It's not even a limerick at all." Shen Luoxia burst out laughing when she heard this, and raised the sleeves of her red coat skirt to cover the bright cherry blossoms.
"Shopkeeper, I'm only at this level, so you just have to be open-minded and make do with it." The waiter scratched his head and smiled bitterly.
"Okay. If you can't do it, it's useless even if I force you." Shen Luoxia said to the next person, "Well, it's your turn."
The next person learned from the experience of the previous person and wrote a verse of doggerel level, saying: "The house is full of pork, the smell of pork is strong, and you are well fed and drunk, so you can work well."
The remaining two waiters in the shop also followed the example and wrote two poems: "After drinking a glass of white wine, I feel comfortable and warm all over. There is a proprietress in the shop, who is as beautiful as a flower and as beautiful as a begonia."
Everyone present composed a poem each, and in the end only Ren Tuzi was left without one. Everyone turned their attention to the big and powerful Ren Tuzi, waiting for his "quatrains" to come out.
Unexpectedly, Rentuzi glared, glanced at everyone, and said angrily: "Didn't you say you don't want to play with me? What are you all looking at me doing? I don't know how to write bird poems."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone laughed and almost burst into tears. Shen Luoxia saw that it was too difficult to force these rough people to write poems, so she changed her mind and listened to Rentuzi's previous suggestion. A simple punch was played.
After a night of laughter and laughter, we bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, ushering in the "twelfth year of Puqing". The current reign name of the Dayan Kingdom is Puqing, which means that the whole world will celebrate together and the world will be at peace. Now it has been established. This is the twelfth year of this reign.
Everyone drank a little too much that night, their faces were red, and they were vomiting the smell of alcohol. After Shen Luoxia stood up, her delicate body swayed, and she held her hands on the table. She was facing the sunset, her drunken eyes were slightly narrowed, as if she would get drunk at any time. On the contrary, she held the table and stood there to exercise for a moment. Under the operation of her internal energy, the drunkenness was slightly relieved, but she was still very drunk.
"Brother, help sister go back to the house to sleep." Shen Luoxia said drunkenly with a red face.
Zhao Zheng's drinking capacity was average, and he was already seventy percent drunk at this time. He curled his tongue, responded, put down his half-drunk glass, stood up, held his sister's elbow, and the two of them walked towards the stairs together. The rest of the people were waiting, some were still talking incoherently at the table, and some were going back to the house one after another.
When she reached the middle of the stairs, Shen Luoxia was so drunk that she stepped in the wrong direction, staggered and fell into Zhao Zheng's arms.
"You drank too much tonight." Zhao Zheng stopped, held his sister's soft arm with both hands, and pushed it forward slightly to prevent their bodies from touching.
"To be happy in life, you must have fun. Everyone is happy tonight. How can we do it if we don't drink more." Shen Luoxia raised her arms around Zhao Zheng's neck in a drunken state, "My honest brother, sometimes people should indulge You have to indulge yourself once in a while, what’s the fun in always restraining yourself.”
"Is this what a sister should say to her brother?" Zhao Zheng smiled bitterly, took off his snake-like arm, and helped Shen Luoxia continue walking up.
"I'm telling you this for your own good. This is your sister's life experience." Shen Luoxia walked up unsteadily.
"Okay, I'll take note of your words." Zhao Zheng agreed, but murmured in his heart, "My sister, your life may not be very successful..."
"That's right, a good brother is obedient." Shen Luoxia took a few steps and almost fell down again. She simply stopped walking and leaned on Zhao Zheng, saying coquettishly, "I drank too much. I can’t walk anymore, brother, please carry me back to the house.” After saying that, he closed his eyes, and his thin and curved eyelashes were like closed black wings.
"This is not good, you should go on your own." Zhao Zheng was still sober deep down in his heart and felt that this move was inappropriate.
Shen Luoxia didn't say anything, she still pressed her face against Zhao Zheng's chest, seeming to have fallen asleep.
"Sister? Sister?" Zhao Zheng nudged Shen Luoxia a few times, but Shen Luoxia didn't respond at all. He stood there awkwardly for a while, but Shen Luoxia not only didn't wake up, but fell asleep deeper and deeper. .
He looked back and saw the people downstairs looking at him with half-smiles. He felt that it would be more embarrassing to stay on the stairs halfway, so it would be more peaceful to carry Shen Luoxia back to the room. They are all children of the world. , why bother being too pedantic and reserved.
After thinking about this, he reached down and placed his hand against the root of Shen Luoxia's thigh. He held the round shoulder with his other hand and used both hands to hug Shen Luoxia. One of Shen Luoxia's hair ties was touched. When touched, it was released and fell to the ground. A strand of smooth hair lost its restraint and hung down from the temples, covering the smaller half of Shen Luoxia's mutton-fat white cheeks, adding a sense of lost beauty.
Zhao was holding Shen Luoxia's delicate body, and the skin where the skin touched was faintly hot. He didn't know whether it was Shen Luoxia's body that was too hot, or his body temperature was rising, or both?
He reminded himself in his mind not to think nonsense, set his sights in front, and walked up with Shen Luoxia in his arms. He could even drag a body like the Wild Boar King, and it was even more effortless to pick up a woman. Shen Luoxia In his arms, it was as light as weightless, and it was not affected at all when walking.
"My honest brother... you are my only relative... my only relative..." Shen Luoxia muttered with her eyes closed, talking in her sleep.
"You are also my only relative." Zhao Zheng responded in a low voice, and a warm current surged in his heart.
He stumbled to the door of Shen Luoxia's boudoir and found that the door was locked and could not be opened. He had to put Shen Luoxia down, rummaged around on her body for a while, took out the key, and opened the door. He picked up the sleeping Shen Luoxia again, walked to the bed in the dark, gently placed Shen Luoxia on the bed, leaned over and took off a pair of red silk shoes, revealing a pair of white socks. 's little feet.
Shen Luoxia lay on the bed, turned over, changed her posture, opened her red lips slightly, and said some sleep talk, but it was much blurry than what she said before, and she could no longer distinguish it clearly.
Zhao Zheng hurriedly covered Shen Luoxia with a quilt and exited the room. Out of caution, he re-locked the door to prevent anyone from entering the boudoir in the middle of the night and plotting against Shen Luoxia. He then returned to his home In the room, I lay on the bed in a daze. I didn't even have time to take off my clothes, so I just slept with my clothes on.
