sinovels Chapter 20
Chapter 20
"Is this elopement?" Jiang Yuenian asked.
"That's right, beach, live, alcohol." Meng Jiao nodded, pointing his fingers one by one, and finally fell back on himself, "There is also a handsome guy to accompany you, don't you have all the elements?"
"Then what is this?"
Jiang Yue endured the oil-seeping gloves uncomfortably, and there was already a pile of crayfish shells in front of him.
Meng Jiao, on the other hand, had a mouthful of crayfish and a mouthful of beer and was very happy.
Meng Jiao said, "Let's count it as a thank you to the handsome guy on the way to elope, thank him for taking you to elope."
Elopement or slavery?
He really believed in Meng Jiao's evil.
"Are you going to be angry?" Meng Jiao leaned in front of him to observe his expression carefully, "Okay, then you can eat some too."
It was too close, even the texture of the skin next to Meng Jiao's small mole on the tail of the eyebrow could be clearly seen.
"There's oil on your lips." Jiang Yuenian looked away and said in an unsightly manner.
Meng Jiao acted very confidently: "Then wipe it off for me."
Jiang Yuenian paused for a second, finally sighed helplessly, took off his gloves to wipe his hands, and wiped the paper over Meng Jiao's lips.
It was actually quite clean, but it was just an excuse he made.
He quickly rolled up the paper to prevent Meng Jiao from seeing it clearly, and said, "Wipe it clean."
"Thank you." Meng Jiao swept away the three catties of crayfish until it was almost at an end.
Following Jiang Yuenian in the restaurant was the most correct choice he ever made!
Although he intended to protect Jiang Yuenian, he didn't expect Jiang Yuenian to knock everyone down by himself, and he had no chance to play at all, but in the end he reaped the joy of not having to peel the crayfish by himself.
Sure enough, God always favors kind people, and he will continue to do good deeds every day in the future!
He pushed the small wine glass in front of him to Jiang Yuenian: "Do you want to drink?"
Jiang Yuenian took it and took a sip.
"You drink less."
The wine in the store is sweet and has a floral fragrance. Meng Jiao likes it very much and has already drank a lot.
Meng Jiao didn't listen to him, and went all over himself, the salty smell of the sea breeze and the sweet smell of wine acted on his senses at the same time, he sighed freely: "This is the life I want to live, I will move out later. I’ll definitely be licking skewers every day!”
The food in Meng's family is good, but when it's time for supper, the meaning of the roadside stall is completely different!
Jiang Yuenian raised his eyebrows, and asked calmly, "Move out?"
"That's right, I moved out to live alone, so I don't want to face certain people." The slightly drunk alcohol made Meng Jiao talk more than usual, "Occasionally take the old man over to live here, and dig a few servants. corner."
It seems that it has been premeditated for a long time, and hedonism is always considered.
Jiang Yuenian laughed.
Meng Jiao asked, "Do you want to move out in the future?"
"En." Jiang Yuenian nodded.
He is no longer that embarrassed young man who depends on others. If his natural cautiousness made him subconsciously cover up his progress, he might have left the Meng family long ago.
Meng Jiao drank another glass of wine in one gulp, and acted like a fortune teller: "I think you will become a great weapon in the future. If you are rich and honored, don't forget each other. Don't forget me even if you break off the engagement."
Jiang Yuenian paused for a second, his fingers gripped the porcelain white cup, his fingertips bled from the force, "Break off the engagement?"
"Well, don't let the marriage contract drag you down, and you will be free in the future." Meng Jiao still pretended to be good when she was drunk, and perfectly hid her little thoughts. Of course.
Jiang Yuenian's dark eyes were silent, reflecting Meng Jiao's figure: "You are a little drunk, let's talk about it later."
The boss came over and interjected at the right time: "Young man, the homemade wine has a high alcohol content, how about it?"
"He drank a lot." Jiang Yuenian said.
"Oh, don't drink it. If you drink too much, you will feel uncomfortable. Go home and drink some hangover soup." The proprietress also came over and looked at Meng Jiao worriedly.
These two handsome guys sitting here have attracted a lot of traffic to their store, and she also likes to see handsome guys. The drunk brother is just pink cheeks, and looks sleepy, like a dozing kitten next door.
The proprietress has seen too many drunks, and this is the cutest ghost she has ever seen.
"Okay." Jiang Yuenian agreed, helped Meng Jiao to call a car.
Meng Jiao has not been noisy or disturbed all the way, making it difficult to tell whether he is drunk or not. He even looks a little more sober than ordinary people, and he can pick up the taxi driver's meme, making the driver laugh and take the initiative to erase their change .
It's just that his articulation is slow, and he insists on speaking clearly with his flat tongue, like a little robot.
So much so that Jiang Yuenian was skeptical about whether Meng Jiao was drunk or not.
The villa area does not allow foreign vehicles to enter, so they got out of the car and walked.
The lights in the park are bright, and the moist water vapor brought by the trees floats like fog.
Jiang Yuenian stopped in his tracks, frowned and observed quietly for a while, reminding lightly:
"Meng Jiao, your heels have never touched the ground."
I don't know whether it's A Piao or a zombie.
Meng Jiao retorted, "You're talking nonsense."
"Okay, I'm talking nonsense." Jiang Yuenian tolerantly didn't care about the drunk, and took out his phone camera to point at Meng Jiao to record a short clip, planning to laugh at him when the man woke up.
It was an extremely long journey, which was obviously not long, and finally arrived at Meng's house.
The people in the old house turned off the lights early in order to match the old man's schedule, and Jiang Yuenian only turned on a small kitchen light to cook sober soup for Meng Jiao.
"What is this?" Meng Jiao questioned.
Jiang Yuenian didn't even blink: "It's wine."
Meng Jiao immediately picked up the bowl.
The dim light on the table looks like a hazy scene in an old movie. Jiang Yue Nian has black hair and thick eyebrows, giving him a feeling of traveling through time.
Meng Jiao drank it all in one breath, and said vaguely:
"Mr. Jiang, I have a dirty mind for you."
Jiang Yuenian raised his eyebrows.
Meng Jiao whispered, "I want to draw your abs."
Like a schoolboy admitting his mistake:
"The last time you were changing clothes, I peeked through the reflection of the glass. Your muscles are beautiful. I can give you money and hire you as a model, but I'm afraid you'll get angry and just ignore me."
The words are very frank, not mixed with any fancy, and very logical.
"I'm sorry, it's really inappropriate." Meng Jiao sighed, and then swept across the table, as if to pick up a wine glass.
Jiang Yuenian was silent for a moment, then replied, "Just draw the abdominal muscles?"
"Yeah." Meng Jiao nodded.
He asked, "How do you paint when you're drunk?"
"I'm not drunk!" Meng Jiao retorted, his eyes were round like a cat with fried hair, "Are you questioning the strength of a great painter?"
"Forget it, Mr. Jiang, just pretend I didn't say it."
The alcohol made his head and nose a little uncomfortable, and his voice was very nasal.
If you don't agree, you will cry. Anyway, if you are drunk, you will probably forget it when you wake up tomorrow.
Moreover, Meng Jiao's appearance was just too good. If he hadn't appeared, he would be overwhelmed after beating up the person before him, and he wouldn't be looking for death. It's just that his mentality is far less relaxed than it is now.
He owed Meng Jiao a lot.
"Okay." Jiang Yuenian said.
Meng Jiao raised his head.
Jiang Yuenian had never felt that time was so hard to bear.
In early summer, it was hot and humid, and his alcohol was rolling out.
Meng Jiao squatted in front of him like a cat, and lightly poked the end of the pen.
Do you need to be that close?
he wants to ask.
But he was afraid that his voice would be unstable if he opened his mouth.
"Sorry, wrong use."
Meng Jiao quickly apologized.
Before Jiang Yuenian could say "it's okay", he switched to his fingers, and the warm body temperature was transmitted against the skin, which shocked the veins on the back of Jiang Yuenian's hands to burst out.
With a rising temperature, Meng Jiao's palm raised slightly, but did not touch him again, but the wrist bone that was touching him was a little icy, and he used his hand in the void with restraint, as if measuring the size.
The perception of the skin became extremely sensitive, Jiang Yuenian subconsciously grabbed Meng Jiao's hand, covered the back of the hand, and wrapped it just right.
Meng Jiao froze for a moment, clenched his right hand holding the pen tightly.
For two seconds, neither of them seemed to want to let go.
Then Meng Jiao withdrew his hand and sat back in front of the easel.
The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing reappeared, and after a while, the sound disappeared, and there was a very subtle sound of breathing.
Jiang Yuenian got up and saw that Meng Jiao sat there with his chin resting on his hands and closed his eyes, his eyelashes were long, like a doll.The slender nape of the neck was exposed in the drooping, and the white was dazzling.
The lines on the drawing paper are clear, the muscles are connected naturally, and even the small moles on the waist and abdomen are depicted.
Jiang Yuenian seemed to be scalded, he looked away in a panic, and patted Meng Jiao lightly: "Meng Jiao? Go back to sleep."
"Hmm." Meng Jiao stood up obediently, refusing his support, "Teacher Jiang, watch me teach you to walk in a straight line!"
Jiang Yuenian wanted to laugh, took his clothes by the hem, and guided the ancestor's twists and turns in a subtle way, and finally sent the ancestor back to the room, and fell headfirst on the bed.
"Greetings, Teacher Jiang." Meng Jiao buried his head in the pillow, and his voice was muffled, and he knew how to say goodbye in a slow manner.
Jiang Yueqing closed the door lightly.
Amidst the more peaceful and prolonged breathing in the room, suddenly there was a vibrating notification tone from the mobile phone, and Meng Jiao slowly opened his eyes.
It was Tu Ge who was poking him, posting a video of him dancing in a nightclub with shaking hands:
[Do you want to come out for a drink? ]
Meng Jiao typed slowly and replied: [I just finished drinking, I won’t come anymore]
Tu Ge replied quickly: [It's so unfortunate that QAQ will be ready next time, how is your drinking capacity, I will make arrangements in advance next time]
Meng Jiao turned over, and the small table lamp beside the bed cast a layer of light on his eyeballs, like beautiful glass beads, translucent and cunning:
[Thousand cups don't get drunk]
The author says:
Schrödinger's drunkenness
感谢在2022-06-1815:51:51~2022-06-1914:48:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Youlan baby;
Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Wumao; 5 bottles of Sanbeiliu; 3 bottles of Rose Knight; 1 bottle of Vitamin C Oolong Milk;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!