Late Night Tales Of The Capital

At noon, the money and calligraphy draw and leave.

After an hour, the money book painted back empty-handed.

Two pairs of eyes, swollen into goldfish.

Needless to ask, I must have been looking for Lin Meier to go desperately, but the momentum is very good, but the effort is rare, and the eyes of the people are staring at Venus. I am afraid that it is the big lady of the Qian family. When people take shots, they are quite worried. Otherwise, they will be given a pig.

There is a ‘people drunk’ on Zhuque Street, which is the restaurant opened by Qian’s own family.

On the second floor, the best location on the window, the money book painted with the leaf missing and his brother, has been here from noon to the sunset.

Throughout the afternoon, the position of the three people did not change at all. The lack of leaves was sitting still on the stool. Qian Shu smiled and sulking. The opposite of the money paintings and paintings seems to have only wine in the eyes, a pot of apricot flowers to pick up a pot, it is not known how much to drink.

When the leaf is missing the running book, after forty-nine cycles, the money painting is already red.

At this time, the money and paintings were blurred, one hand licked the cheek, and one hand stalked the wine glass. After the end, it was a booze, and after taking a deep breath, then gently rubbing your lips and looking out the window, the mouth will be whispering from time to time.

Although the color of the paintings of calligraphy and painting can not be said to be the best of the country, it can be considered as good, plus the small likes to dance with the guns, and the eyebrows are slightly British. After drinking, the far-sightedness gives people a temptation to stop. sense.

The setting sun sets, the evening glow is volley, the golden afterglow shines on Luoyang City, and all the buildings are set against the brilliance.

Qian Shuxiao stared at his sister with a straight eye, and the money painting still fascinated and drank the apricot flower wine in front of him. At this time, even the wine was too lazy to eat, shaking the glass, it seems to be The sunset outside the window, a sip of wine, a drink in one bite, after drinking, pick up the jug and shake it, it is already the wine to go to the pot.

"Come on!"

The money book painted his head, and suddenly raised his hand and shouted.

"On the wine!"

Shouting and squinting at the opposite side of the leaf, with the money book laughing, a corner of his mouth, a silly smile, his fingers changed from one to two.

"Two pots!"

Just shouted, Xiao Er had not had time to run over, she slammed the table. "How can I still not drink? Do you want to mix? Do you know where this is? Know who I am? I am a money painting, you This 'people drunk' is all my family. If you don't obey, you will all quit."

"Get on the wine!"

Two shouts, maybe some lack of oxygen, the money book painted on the table began to mutter and endlessly, "By asking to boast to the purple smoke, I used to learn to dance the year. It’s not a fairy.”

"The liar is a liar. The book says it is a lie. He said that he likes to watch people dance swords. I will go to learn swords. Which girl would really like a dance gun? Who doesn't like chess and painting? I also said that I would definitely do the trick of playing with me, envy the **** of death, and envy him a big ghost."

“It’s all daydreaming!”

The money painting draws a dream to himself, a dream about the heart and soul of the childhood.

She said that he had agreed with him very early, together to see the mercury and diarrhea, together to see Yunjuan Yunshu, traveled over 100,000 mountains, and repaired the marriage of the world.

She sings a man, dances, and wears a white horse. He drinks alcohol and makes poems and swords.

The dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. In the hearts of most people, this dream can only be thought of. It is very impractical and dangerous to put it into action. However, the money painting is a determination to truly realize this dream. For this reason, she waited for Ye Yunhai for many years, no regrets, because this is her longing for love.

Love must be thoroughly and vigorously.

She doesn't care what others think, how to say, who to love.

Even if the entire Luoyang City feels that her money paintings have been ruined, she does not care.

However, now, the dream is broken, like the smashing fireworks in the sky, and it breaks into debris in a flash.

In the past, before and after the flower, the once vowed, it has become an ugly humiliation and dirty trampling.

Two pots of apricot flowers were placed at the table.

The money paintings swayed, pinched a piece of sauce beef into the mouth, and stretched out the index finger and licked the apricot flower wine on the table and wrote the words Ye Yunhai. The money paintings stared at the words in front of them for a long time. The more they looked at the colder the eyes, the more they didn’t wait for the words to evaporate their index fingers. Then grabbed the jug, and he was a few big mouths, and he burst into tears.

Drinks hurt, tears, and may hurt even deeper.

After the lack of operation, the book began to read the book, looked at the dead face of Qian Shuxiao, and looked at the face of the money painting, not knowing whether it was wine or tears, but sighed helplessly.

"For a man, how bad is it to be yourself, is it worth it?" Ye looked at the money and paintings, and said with a blank expression, the words seemed to comfort people, but the tone but how to listen was like contempt.

Looking up, glanced at the leaf, and the money book snorted. "What do you know? Worry? I didn't ruin myself, I am good."

"Who am I? I am the big lady of the money family!"

"For men? I am!"

"I tell you, you guys, all are bastards, not a good thing."

The lack of leaves or the expression looked at the money paintings, or the slightly ridiculous tone, "Is it comfortable?"

"No!" Qian Shuhuai shouted with a scorpion. "You said that your man is not a bastard. I grew up with my childhood friend. I don't know if I don't know. I also said that I am not like a girl. I don't know where. Like a girl."

The money book refers to his face, and then he is quite chest.

"In the face of so many people, he is so humiliating me, standing in the generals, I am like a fool."

"Do you know that when he is young, Ye Yunhai is very sick and sick. When he was a child, he was often bullied by other children. When I saw that I didn't kick the table and fight with people. I am a girl, but like a madman. Protect him. From small to big, which gentleman is not saying that I made a wrong name and cast the wrong child."

"I don't understand, how can people become like this!"

"Is it a wolf!"

The lack of leaves still looks at the money and paintings. "Is it finished?"

Shaking his head, the money and paintings made it hard to smash the leaves. "You can't say anything else? I am very sad now. What are you doing? I can't question the fate, question the marriage, and question life." ”

The lack of leaves is still the expression of the owe, "Do you know the fate, understand the marriage, understand life?"

"No one has ever been born, what do you question about life?"

"you!"

The money book painted a red face and pointed at the leaf shortage. After a long time, he took out three words.

"Son of a bitch!"