Confession 99 Times, Gao Leng's School Girl's Persona Collapsed

The second question is Qin Luo's turn.

He didn't write it as fast as Jia Ting did, but he thought of the poems that Qin Hai got right during that trip before, and echoed a question.

"I'll make this."

While talking, Qin Luo wet his index finger with wine like Jia Ting did before, and then wrote the word "rain" on the wooden table.

Jia Ting seemed to understand his intention in an instant, and said with a smile: "There are too many people who can match up, are you deliberately trying to lose?"

Qin Luo smiled slightly, put his fingers on his chin, and then slid all the way down his throat.

This is --- begging for drunkenness.

"Satisfy you," Jia Ting became interested, and immediately said: "Your return date is not yet set, and the night rain in Bashan is full of autumn ponds."

Qin Luo raised the corner of his mouth involuntarily, and he knew that there was a tacit understanding between the two.

In other words, they have established a familiar and consonant bond long ago in the not-too-long process of getting along.

Her answer "directly brought Qin Luo's thoughts to the second stop of their trip - Sichuan and Sichuan.

Sichuan and Shu are located in the south, and there are countless delicious wines, delicacies, and scenic spots.

In addition to these, you can also see the world-famous national treasure giant panda here. That thing is so cute and cute. Only after I went there did I know that not everyone in Sichuan and Sichuan rides to work and school.

Such a good Sichuan and Shu, the only thing that makes people helpless is that the rainfall is too much.

It was August when the two went, almost the most rainy time of the year. From the day we went until we left, we hardly saw the sun a few times.

Arriving in Sichuan and Sichuan on the first day, the two lived in a homestay in order to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Standing on the balcony, one can see at a glance the bamboo forests and green leaves all over the mountains, and the fish jumping happily in the pond.

At night, the rain became heavier and heavier, the bamboo groves rattled, and the pond swelled higher and higher.

Qin Luo and Jia Ting were standing on the balcony chatting while admiring the rainy night scene.

For some unknown reason, Qin Luo suddenly said: "Your return date has not yet arrived, and the night rain in Bashan rises in autumn ponds.

At that time, Jia Ting also answered without hesitation——

"Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan?" Qin Luo smiled softly at Jia Ting, just like the tender affection they had when they watched the rain on the balcony that night.

Jia Ting "Nine Three Seven" smiled happily, showing a row of white and neat teeth, and said another pair without hesitation, and Qin Luo naturally did his part to follow.

After a total of five rounds, the second round ended, and the two faced each other again. According to the rules, if they all matched, the person who calculated the question lost and had to drink.

"As expected of you," Qin Luo cupped his hands towards Jia Ting, then picked up the wine cup and drank it down.

Jia Ting raised her two slender hands to her ears, patted them gently, and let out a light laughter like wind chimes: "Young master is sober.

Qin Luo grinned: "With beautiful women as companions, there is no joy without wine!"

After all, he filled himself another cup and smacked his mouth enjoying it.

There is one thing to say, this wine is really delicious, with a rich aroma, a soft mouthfeel, and a lot of stamina.

Even with Qin Luo's drinking capacity, she could clearly feel the strength of the drink just now, so it's no wonder that Jia Ting only drank half a glass and turned into the drunken appearance she is now.

Watching Qin Luo drink two cups, Jia Ting slapped her hands again and said, "My lord, have another drink."

Qin Luo said teasingly: "Why don't you have a cup of wine with Qin?"

Jia Ting rolled her bright black eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, as long as you can beat me."

"Oh? Miss, why don't you let the horse come over, Qin has a wide range of knowledge, no matter what the topic is, he must be at hand."

"Ah, the young master should listen carefully."

Jia Ting wet her index finger, wrote down the third theme on the table, squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "My lord, clear it up.

"Mountain," Qin Luo's eyes flickered, because this was the third place they traveled.

The Tibetan area is remote and the altitude is high. Qin Luo, relying on his strong body, can run rampant in high-altitude areas, even more arrogant than the local aboriginal herdsmen.

But Jia Ting can't do it. Although she exercises regularly and her physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary girls, she can only feel less uncomfortable at low altitudes.

At high altitudes, if you are active for a long time, you need to inhale oxygen to keep your brain awake.

Coincidentally, the first day the two arrived in the Tibetan area was the same as the day they arrived in Dachuanshu.

It also lived in a folk custom with a very beautiful scenery, and it also rained overnight.

The difference is that they rested very early this night.

Only in the early morning, a ray of light nimbly entered the room through the gap ignored by the curtains, did Qin Luo step on the wooden floor with bare feet, walked to the window step by step, and opened the curtains

In an instant, the soft morning light poured into the room, and through the spacious and bright huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the outside scenery can be seen at a glance.

The sky is clear and the sky is clear and the morning fog is everywhere. Qin Luo opened the window slightly, stepped on the hollow corridor outside, opened his arms and took a deep breath of fresh air. He always felt refreshed and clear.

After being in contact with Jia Ting for a long time, I always get emotional from time to time, and become inexplicably literary.

So he chanted to Qingshan: "After the new rain on the empty mountain..."

Before finishing the following words, a faint voice floated from the bed——

"Self-hanging southeast branch?"

Jia Ting took half a line of Qin Luo's poem with a sweet smile, as if she was used to it naturally,

Qin Luo was not surprised by this at all, and even deliberately left a pause in the middle, just for Jia Ting to pick him up.

So he can show a very playful expression, and teased: "The lines are right, but the posture is wrong."

"Posture?" Jia Ting raised her eyebrows, her original sitting posture was slightly tilted, and she became a half-recumbent, with one hand resting on the side of her face, and the other resting on her perfectly lined side body.

She asked: "So?"

Her over-coordination was beyond Qin Luo's expectations, but after all, it was a pleasant surprise.

Perhaps this is also influenced by the environment and the effect of alcohol, but the reason why Jia Ting drank the wine without hesitation and continued to play flying flowers with Qin Luo, does it mean something in itself?

For example... Can her sacred ceremony that must wait until the wedding night be held in advance?

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Luo's heart inevitably became hot, but it didn't show on his face.

In this situation, if under the influence of that kind of thought, he did something hasty, it would be too unpleasant.

It's just that Jia Ting obviously wants to continue playing.

So Qin Luo was also very cooperative, teasing like a young master Hua: "This time the posture is right, but the location is wrong."

The boat was swinging slowly on the Huangpu River, and a beam of neon lights passed by in a trance. It seemed to brush Jia Ting's face lightly, making the already obvious blush on her face even more vivid.

But her smile didn't change, instead she continued to maintain a very charming smile, saying: "It's still the same sentence.

"What words?"

"As long as the young master can beat me."

"Haha, win, of course you win!"

Qin Luo seemed to be aroused, he laughed loudly, and no longer stuck to the rules of the game set by Jia Ting, he took a sip from the wine cup, and then continued to play Feihua Ling with Jia Ting.

The two have back and forth with each other, and when the love reaches a deep level, they will naturally exchange cups and cups.

Or raise a glass and smell it lightly, or exchange glasses for a drink, it's very pleasant.

They seem to be completely immersed in their own world, as if they have really become a pair of young sons and daughters, chatting with each other and talking about love.

The neon lights shone brightly on each other, gently brushing the two people's faces, they Gu Pan glowed, obviously it was just a date between two people, but the whole boat was lingering in the joy of drinking and drinking.

Qin Luo was so focused that he had never done before that he immersed himself in this date, playing the role of "son" with all his heart.

Compared with him, Jia Ting seemed to be more immersed in it, maybe because of the effect of alcohol, or maybe because of her high mood, she showed agility and liveliness that she had never had before.

And the laughter and slyness that was revealed at that time, she looked like a child, which was quite different from her usual image.

On the whole, she still looks like a lady from a dignitary's family, but her current speech and behavior are like the uneasy student who has stepped out of a deep boudoir for the first time in her life and wants to have fun and release her emotions.

This kind of her is less dignified and elegant than usual, but the extra agility and liveliness still fascinates Qin Luo.

However, he also knew that this date was about the same. Up to now in the game, although Jia Ting didn't drink too much, she behaved as if she was about to get drunk

Whenever Qin Luo thinks about some kind of movement scene after drinking, Qin Luo will feel distracted, but he is not an ordinary 20-year-old boy. Regardless of his age, what is hidden under his handsome appearance is a distant dream. Mature heart than peers.

In this way, he didn't want to rashly label such a holy thing as a "drunken accident".

It was the first time for both of them, everything should have happened naturally, if that time had to wait until after getting married, then Qin Luo didn't mind waiting.

Hmm... at worst, just propose sooner.

Seeing that Qin Luo seemed to be in some kind of deep thought, Zhan shouted crisply: "Tooth!"

"Again?"

Qin Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You've already drunk a lot, and if you drink any more, you'll get drunk."

Jia Ting shook her head and said nonchalantly, "Drunk is drunk."

Hearing this, Qin Luo raised his eyebrows slightly.

Undoubtedly, this is the countless times that Jia Ting has acted or spoken in violation of her usual style today. Compared with her usual self, this kind of her is out of place, and she feels a sense of disobedience.

However, he only thought that Jia Ting was alcoholic and didn't think too much about it. He persuaded softly: "Okay, you really can't drink any more. Let's watch the scenery for a while and then go ashore, okay?"

For some reason, Jia Ting suddenly became quiet after hearing these words.

She raised her head slightly, poked her snow-white neck, and stared at the shore of the Bund with deep eyes.

There are still people coming and going, and it is very lively.

People leaned against the railing, looking at the night view of the city on the other side and the sparkling light on the Huangpu River.

From time to time, he pointed at several boats, as if guessing what kind of scenery they saw on it.

"Are you about to go ashore..." Jia Ting muttered to herself.

A strand of night wind gently blew across her side face, bringing up a strand of her hair, she seemed to subconsciously twist it with her fingers, and gently wrapped it behind her ear.

A simple action seemed to turn her back into that lady of the family all of a sudden.

Qin Luo stared at her side face obsessively, forgot to speak for a while, and was confused by her charm.

At this time, Jia Ting slowly looked away and looked at Qin Luo.

Her face was still rosy from the effect of alcohol, but her eyes were no longer as agile as before, but full of unspeakable complexity.

She said, "Play one last time."

Qin Luo couldn't refuse her request, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you can come up with the topic."

"No, you come up with the question."

Jia Ting smiled and said: "There is no limit to the format or theme, but you must guess what I'm thinking right now.

Guess what girls think...

The corner of Qin Luo's mouth twitched unconsciously, and a lot of examples of girlfriends using "casual" to torture boyfriends popped up in his mind.

He used to think that Jia Ting was a perfect woman who had her own ideas and plans in everything she did, so it was impossible to ask that kind of question.

But now it seems that although she doesn't know how to ask that kind of question, she may not have the means of "torturing her boyfriend".

However, Qin Luo didn't complain about it, but felt that it was also a small sentiment.

He said casually, "Don't be angry if you guess wrong."

Jia Ting's smile remained unchanged: "I'm not angry, but I hope you can guess right."

Sigh, what you said put me under a lot of pressure... Qin Luo rubbed the tip of his nose, and settled down all his thoughts in the next second.

A gust of wind blew by, and there seemed to be the sound of gurgling water in his ears.

Looking up at the sky, not only was the moonlight not covered by the neon lights, but it was still stubbornly showing its bright charm.

Slowly, the moon's insistence was echoed, and dots of starlight slowly emerged in the dark curtain...

One, two, ten...

Until it fills the night sky and reflects with the bright moon at a distance, forming a beautiful picture of the stars and the moon at night.

Qin Luo stared at the sky obsessively, drank a glass of wine unconsciously, shook his head lightly in the mist, and muttered: "When I am drunk, I don't know the sky.

"When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy..."

Jia Ting repeated this poem to herself, while looking up at the night sky, she was also attracted by the charming stars and moon.

After watching for a while, Qin Luo looked away and asked her, "I guessed right?"

Jia Ting didn't answer, but just stared at him.

The eyes of the two intersected, and a touching smile appeared on Jia Ting's face.

She stood up suddenly, lifted both sides of the skirt with both hands, squatted down slightly, bowed her body and nodded, and said softly: "Can I dance for you?"

"Can I dance for you?"

Qin Luo was slightly taken aback, but what followed was another surprise.

"Of course," he said.

Jia Ting smiled: "Then you have to accompany me.

"What accompaniment do you want?" Qin Luo asked.

"Just like you once wrote a song for Ji Yan and sang for her on stage, Qin Luo, please also accompany me.

After Jia Ting finished speaking, she took a few steps back to ensure that her hands and feet would not be tied up while dancing.

But she didn't start dancing immediately, but looked at Qin Luo faintly, with deep expectation in her eyes.

Facing her eyes filled with anticipation, Qin Luo nodded and said, "Okay, Dao will wait for me for a few minutes."

After all, he took out his mobile phone and placed it horizontally on the table, and took Jia Ting's mobile phone over to operate it.

In fact, both of them think that lovers should have privacy, but they knew each other's mobile phone password as early as in the process of traveling, and they would not mind being seen or used by each other.

Not long after, Qin Luo downloaded a piano-simulating app on Jia Ting's phone. He also had this app on his phone, but because of the screen size limitation, he could only play a part of the syllables.

So put Qin's mobile phones together and adjust the syllables of ], so that the room for operation will be larger.

With all this last night, he smiled at Jia Ting and asked, "Shall we start?"

"En!" Jia Ting nodded vigorously.

In the next second, Qin Luo's fingers tapped on the screen, and the piano sound came out. Although it is far less penetrating and rendering than the real piano sound, when the notes are continuous, there is still an addictive sound. the charm of it,

Jia Ting listened quietly for a few seconds, and her body began to dance without knowing it.

At this moment, she seemed to have really become a boudoir who accompanied her beloved son to drink and talk happily, and danced her body to show her love, showing off her charm.

The not-so-loud sound of the piano attracted the attention of the few crew members on board.

They stood at the bow of the boat, quietly looking at the handsome man and beautiful woman, with envy and admiration all over their faces.

"This is called matching a talented man with a beautiful woman."

"Made in heaven and earth, a man with a talent and a woman with a beautiful appearance."

As they talked, they all hated inwardly: why is there no piano on board!

Qin Luo stared at the girl not far away, but his heart was filled with many doubts.

Jia Ting's behavior today was too abnormal, but she didn't seem to be drunk, so it seemed that her previous speech and behavior were a little deliberate.

But, in terms of her character, how could she intentionally do things that don't match her image, and even pose as if she's enjoying it?

Do you really like this feeling, or is there some other reason?

Qin Luo didn't know, and didn't have the time to think too much. At this moment, he just wanted to fully integrate into this accompaniment and watch Jia Ting dance once. 3.5 His ten fingers tapped lightly on the two screens. Naturally, this kind of touch cannot be compared with a real piano, and the whole is definitely not as good as the one he performed at the school celebration party before.

But what was different from that time was that Qin Luo at that time presented the performance for himself, to express his mood and determination at that time.

And this performance is for my beloved, and also my beloved girl.

He pinned this feeling between his fingers, and then transferred it out through the sound of the piano, forming a melodious and elegant poem.

He looked at Jia Ting who was dancing gently not far away, looked at her Gu Pan glowing, and saw her smiling sweetly, his whole attention had been completely attracted, and he couldn't pull himself away.

Qin Luo suddenly thought of her mother in her hometown. When she was staying at home, what she mentioned the most was whether she had found a girlfriend, and when she would bring a wife home to get married.

Qin Luo has always expressed his disdain, he is only 20 years old, a young man in his prime, do you have any brain bubbles and want to jump into the grave by yourself?

But... if it's this woman, what about getting married...

The moment this idea came out, it was like a spark igniting the grassland, and it was out of control, and it formed a prairie fire in a blink of an eye.

Qin Luo began to fantasize about what their married life would be like, what the child's name would be...

Before I knew it, the first song of the day had already been ordered.

Jia Ting stood tall not far away, looking at Qin Luo with complicated and incomprehensible eyes.

"Jia Ting."

"Qin Luo."

The eyes of the two people overlapped, and their voices overlapped.

They froze for a moment, and spoke again at the same time.

"You speak first."

"You speak first.

The two people have a tacit understanding, and it seems that even the tacit understanding of their speech is unexpectedly in tune.

And the tacit understanding between them lasted until the next sentence...

"Let's get married."

"let's break up."

Two voices were stacked together again, but one of them revealed an amount of information that was incompatible with the situation.

Qin Luo's eyes slowly widened, and the sharply constricted pupils blurred his vision for a moment.

In a daze, he saw Jia Ting's sad wry smile on Jia Ting's face, and a drop of tear falling from the corner of her eye...