dtnovels Chapter 173: It is said that alcohol makes people brave, but it is also a curse
Chapter 173: It is said that alcohol makes people brave, but it is also a curse
Qingsong Inn.
Ling Shumo, who was lying on the bed, looked very sad. He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists.
This is more terrifying than the previous few times.
No matter how calm a person is, he or she cannot bear the repeated mourning.
On top of that, hearing everything that happened to Han Miaoran six years ago was even worse.
At that time, Chen Xingyi saw that the man was unconscious and didn't know what to do, so he sent him directly to an inn not far from here.
He kept lying there, as if he never wanted to wake up again.
Chen Xingyi looked at the person on the bed helplessly, his face was really ugly: "This Han Miaoran has always been your Achilles' heel. It was like this in the past, and it is still like this now... It's really necessary for men to do this to each other!"
Although he felt a little sad about Bai Wan's death, he was not as heartbroken as Ling Shumo.
I really don't understand how two men can have such feelings.
Chen Xingyi looked at the man and said helplessly: "I'll go get a doctor!"
Suddenly, when he was groping for money from his waist, he was stunned.
There was a strangely crumpled ball of paper, wrapped and embedded inside, a tiny thing.
He opened the note in a panic and saw a line of words written in a sloppy handwriting - Huoxia Hanguanjun.
It seems that it is not clearly written.
However, considering the group of medicine boys surrounding them before, they probably put the money into his pocket during the chaos.
"Under the fire... Guan Jun..."
Chen Xingyi's expression suddenly changed, and he was even vaguely afraid that he had guessed wrong.
While he was stunned, he wanted to show the note to Ling Shumo to remind him that there was still some hope.
However, the person on the bed could not be woken up.
Chen Xingyi had no choice but to jump out of the door and follow the same path he came from towards Lin Fu’s underground stone chamber.
……
It was cold outside the window and it started raining without me noticing.
"Abai..."
A very light and cold voice came from the bed.
The man who had not been awake for a long time suddenly got up in a trance.
This haggard face doesn't look like a twenty-year-old man at all, as if the prosperity has passed away in the vicissitudes of life.
The room was silent and chilly to the bone.
Ling Shumo wanted to close the window to block out the cold wind, but in the rain he vaguely saw the person who had parted with him before.
Close it quickly, it must be an illusion.
It turned out that the kiln was blazing, how could one possibly survive.
He called the waiter over, and without asking for any other food, he just said a few words:
"Give me wine!"
The word "wine" alone can dispel all worries.
Ling Shumo never drank alcohol, even when he heard the news of Han Miaoran's death six years ago, he stopped writing instead of falling into depravity or ending his life.
Now, I can’t refuse.
In the past, Bai Wan would drink whenever he encountered something he couldn't understand. Although he had a very low alcohol tolerance, he would always get drunk and go crazy.
He wanted to try it too.
However, Ling Shumo is probably not suitable to be mixed with such vulgar things.
He was born with a unique temperament. He could not be influenced by worldly things and could drink wine as elegantly as tasting tea.
In fact, after just one sip, I felt dizzy and completely unable to handle the alcohol.
Then, he called his waiter to bring him writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. In front of everyone, he threw the wine glass on the ground and started writing cursive calligraphy.
On the paper are two lines of poetry:
Only when you think about the past can you understand the feelings.
Since we parted, I have been with you.
Every word is profound, as powerful as flowing clouds through paper, and is written with all the feelings in the heart.
Ling Shumo was half asleep and half awake, the pen in his hand seemed like a cold blade, and the voice and smile of his old friend and countless memories came to his mind.
Then, he sat at the table, lying on the papers, motionless, and fell into a deep sleep.
"Guest officer?"
The waiter came over with the wine and called out to him a few times but there was no response.
This is the first time I’ve seen someone get drunk after just one drink.
He fixed his eyes on the words on the table, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Because he himself was a failed scholar and admired calligraphy and painting.
"What a good handwriting! It was written in Lin'an. Is this person Lin'an Jushi?"
This kind of signature can be said to be the handwriting of Sansheng, who is good at calligraphy. This calligraphy is worth at least a thousand gold.
He quietly wanted to take the words away, as if he was facing a piece of gold, silver and jewellery, hot and tempting.
He wanted to take a look to see if there were any valuable calligraphy works, but was suddenly startled by the thunder outside the door. He left his things behind and ran away.
There was a steady sound of rain and thunder and lightning under the dark clouds.
The door creaked open.
It seemed like a familiar figure was coming through the rain, making people dizzy and their hearts surging.
After groping for a moment at the door, I felt annoyed.
This man's shoulder wound was bleeding, yet he was still drinking.
He clearly never drinks, but he had the guts to order so much wine and got drunk after just a few sips.
He even wore a blue robe and held a pen, writing words and reciting poems.
He immediately put away the sad and gorgeous calligraphy and dragged the person to the bed to rest.
Because he was too weak to do so, he tore most of the man's clothes off, and the person who helped him up was bruised.
Ling Shumo felt very uncomfortable lying there. He felt a little drunk and his eyes were blurry.
After getting drunk, I could only imagine this person's face, but I could still see the poetic and picturesque person in the rain.
This beautiful face seemed to have a coolness that could also outline a fiery heat.
He raised his head and hugged her, gently touching her with his fingertips, his eyes red.
"Did you just escape from the underworld..."
The man on the other side twitched his ears: "You think too highly of me. Is the King of Hell so easy to fool?"
I really like listening to these cynical and nonchalant remarks about everything.
Even if this was just a dream, Ling Shumo couldn't wait to hug this person tightly.
"It's good to be able to escape, it's good... I want to find you this time..."
Before he could say what he was going to do, he grabbed his wrist and used even more force.
"Everyone says I didn't escape from the underworld!" the person on the other side said sternly.
However, the unconscious Ling Shumo didn't hear a word.
This person was half lying on the bed, and the person sitting next to him was so charming and daring that he made people feel confused and infatuated.
Within reach...
that moment,
The elegant gentleman of the past, who suppressed his anger and desires, is gone.
Ling Shumo seemed to be pulled by something, trying his best to feel the presence of this person.
He has always been dignified and elegant, but he has never been so out of control and absorbed the person in front of him.
"Abai..."
He kissed without any rules, and the strong and abnormal passion almost made the person on the other side think that this was another fake person.
"Why are you doing this? Can't you just tell me..."
What he couldn't accept the most was not just the five years of separation, but the fact that this person had recovered his memory but didn't mention it to him at all.
"Being imprisoned in a well, jumping into a moat, things like that. If you just said something..."
The person who could barely breathe suddenly said: "You know everything..."
Ling Shumo held his cheek and said, "Are you planning to keep this a secret from me forever?"
"I think the past is not important, the future is important...wait...you..." Before Bai Wan could finish her sentence, she was blocked by the person opposite her.
Ling Shumo had never done such a thing before, but it seemed like an instinct, imprinting his own aura on his remaining sanity.
They say alcohol makes people brave, but it is also a curse.
After long periods of repression and restraint, how can one suppress this involuntary emotion? The intoxicating absorption seems to be a natural thing.
The flickering light of the candles echoes with the rain outside the window, disturbing the mind.
The black hair is intertwined and entangled, and people linger everywhere among the soft whispers.
Ling Shumo thought, even if it was a ghost, even if it was the thought of escaping from the underworld, he didn't want to let it go.
Only, someone was feeling ashamed and annoyed in the dark night: "No, how could I be that?!"