Perfect Feast

Chapter Forty Kiyomi Drunk

Sun Qingmei leaned on the seat very quietly, not sure if she had fallen asleep. Both of them drank, and the whole car was filled with a pungent smell of alcohol.

When the car turned onto the Canal Bridge, Liu Yang pressed the button and lowered the windows on both sides to take a breath. A gust of fresh air rushed in, and the night wind at the end of September was already cool.

"Ugh... stop, stop quickly..." Perhaps stimulated by the cool wind, Sun Qingmei, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat just now, straightened up suddenly, turned her face and yelled at Liu Yang, then turned her head Stretched out the window. He retched a few times, but he didn't seem to vomit.

"Are you okay?" Liu Yang slowed down while talking.

"Ugh... I told you to stop, why are you driving forward? Why are you stopping here? Turn down..." Sun Qingmei almost yelled at Liu Yang.

"Where are you going?" Liu Yang didn't know why, so he asked quickly.

"On the riverside..." Sun Qingmei said, as if pointing out the car window.

"It's dark by the river, where are you going?" Liu Yang asked puzzled, afraid that he might misunderstand Sun Qingmei's intentions and make her angry again.

"If you are told to go, go! Where is there so much nonsense!" Sister Meimei got angry! Liu Yang had no choice but to turn the steering wheel, and the car drove along the fork towards the embankment.

The thousand-year-old canal has weeping willows on both sides of the canal. Every spring and summer, thousands of willows are green, which is a good place for citizens to go outing. But after all, this place is out of the urban area. At night, apart from the singing of frogs and cicadas, there may be only some wild mandarin ducks gathering secretly in the grass on the river beach.

As soon as Liu Yang stopped the car, Sun Qingmei opened the car door and jumped out. Holding a big willow tree with his hands, he vomited and "screamed".

The reason why the word "call" was used instead of "spit" was because Liu Yang was not sure if Sun Qingmei really vomited it.

Liu Yang quickly opened the trunk of the car, took a bottle of mineral water from it, and before she could get behind Sun Qingmei, Sun Qingmei yelled: "Don't come here, you want to see me make a fool of myself, don't you? "

Who wants to see you make a fool of yourself? Besides, didn't you just drink a little too much? Who hasn't done this kind of thing before, what's so strange? Think I want to see you? How kind to treat it like a donkey's liver and lungs!

Liu Yang stopped and raised his eyes to look at the river. I don't know what date it is in the lunar calendar tonight. A bright moon shines on the surface of the gurgling river, and the breeze blows by, causing a layer of sparkling silver waves to appear on the surface of the water. It is also like a lover's hand, gently flicking the willow branches, making the willow leaves make a sound of brushing and pulling. It adds a touch of moving interest to the suburbs where the moon and stars are scarce in the wilderness.

Sun Qingmei vomited for a while, but seemed to be much better. Sitting on the stone bench under the tree, silently watching the moon shadow reflected in the river, biting his lower lip without saying a word.

Liu Yang gave her the mineral water in his hand, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stood aside quietly admiring the moonlight by the river. Beside her, Sun Qingmei took a sip of water, rinsed her mouth, spit it out, raised her head slowly, and sighed to Yueyou.

Liu Yang didn't know whether he was sighing because of today's divorce, or because he was angry about Du Biao's attitude towards him during the banquet just now. For a moment, I didn't know what to say to comfort her, but I felt that it was a good mood to just stand there quietly without saying anything.

After an unknown period of time, Sun Qingmei stood up, and threw a small stone that she had picked up at an unknown time, and threw it viciously into the river.

Seeing the splash in the river, Sun Qingmei sighed again, and walked to the side of the car silently.

Liu Yang hurried over to open the car door for him: "Sun Shu Ji, let's go..."

Unexpectedly, Sun Qingmei turned around abruptly, her eyes sparkling in the night, she looked at Liu Yang and asked, "Do you regard me as an enemy too?"

"Uh……"

This remark, first of all, exposed her own true opinion of Liu Yang. But Liu Yang is really not easy to answer.

Who regards whom as an enemy, this point of view is mutual, just like the relationship between action force and reaction force. If Sun Qingmei didn't regard Liu Yang as an enemy, why did she use the word "also"?

"Liu Yang!" Sun Qingmei leaned on the front of the car, looked at the river slowly flowing in front of her again, and called softly.

"Well, is it cold? Let's go back!" Liu Yang didn't answer Sun Qingmei's question just now, but said something with concern.

"Wait a little longer...you hate being with me so much?" Sun Qingmei's voice was faint and hollow, making it hard to tell what kind of mood she was in when she said this.

"Okay... If you don't want to leave, I'll stand here with you for a while longer." Liu Yang agreed, walked back and forth, looked at Sun Qingmei and said, "Actually, divorce is really nothing now..."

"..." Sun Qingmei didn't speak, but looked away from the river, looking at Liu Yang's mottled face illuminated by the moonlight under the shade of willows.

"The fate of two people is over. Breaking up is actually the best ending. This is better than procrastination, it is a kind of torture for everyone..." Liu Yang turned his head and cast his eyes on the flickering stars in the distance. "In a person's life, no one knows what he can live like. Every step counts, and every step is as long as you walk steadily and have a clear conscience!"

"Do you dare to say that you have a clear conscience in everything you have done for so many years?" Sun Qingmei took Liu Yang's words, and Liu Yang was stunned at the question.

After thinking about it seriously, Liu Yang nodded solemnly: "Yes, I can say that there is nothing wrong with what I did. At least, I don't feel alarmed when I knock on the door in the middle of the night..."

Sun Qingmei giggled coquettishly, trembling all over her body: "Hehe... This is a man, are you all so hypocritical? You call yourself a saint even though you have a bad stomach?"

Liu Yang looked at her and asked, "Are you slandering the saint, or do you think I'm exaggerating?"

"When I was young, I thought my dad was my idol. No matter what he did, he was right. He was so great and omnipotent... But, as the years grew, I finally realized that he was just An ordinary person..." Sun Qingmei said quietly.

"Oh! People are like this. The first thing they admire is their parents, and then they completely deny them when they reach the rebellious stage. From the time they are right in everything, to the fact that every word they say is so harsh. This is the process of growing up in life." Liu Yang said affectionately, like a sage with philosophy: "When you have children and become parents, it's slow, beautiful women will know them again and thank them... But no matter what Will you worship them again, but you will no longer feel that they are useless, even if they are nagging in your ears, it will become so warm."

"...Don't you have children? You're all hearsay, or imagined... Hehe, what do you know, you little brat? Do you really think you are Kong's second child?"

Liu Yang shook his head and said: "Aspirations do not depend on age, and no ambitions to live a hundred years in vain. Age and knowledge are not directly proportional. Besides, I never said that Confucius was a perfect man. Wouldn't it be difficult for two children to argue about the sun? "

"Hehe, although you have never said so yourself, when you do things, don't you always think that only you are right, just, and wholeheartedly working for the welfare of the people? Everyone else is selfish. Yes, evil... Otherwise, why can't you tolerate different opinions and insist on killing others?" Sun Qingmei seemed to be emotionally aroused, and asked sharply.

"Could it be that I gave you such an impression?" Liu Yang said slowly, "Maybe... some of my actions have given you this illusion. But in this regard, I have nothing to ask for. A place to apologize. To fight against the law and discipline is to be ruthless, and to treat the enemy is as cruel and ruthless as a wind blowing leaves. There is nothing wrong with it. I admit that I am small and I have many mistakes. But in the face of big right and wrong, in the face of In front of principles, I have my position. I stick to my position and will not make concessions to evil in order to be a 'good person'..."

"Do you think I'm evil, or do you think I'm a bad person?" Sun Qingmei took a step forward, and the gas from her mouth made Liu Yang feel his face was hot.

"I don't know!" What is this? It is simply inexplicable. Liu Yang was also a little angry, looking at the woman in front of him who seemed to have been wronged so much, he snorted angrily and turned around. "Get in the car! It's almost 12 o'clock!"

It's already midnight, and I don't go back to sleep, but stand on the riverside drinking northwest wind with this crazy woman, and even get angry, why bother?

"If you want to go, go, anyway, I won't go." Sun Qingmei roared loudly.

"If you want to go crazy, just stand here until dawn. No one is here to accompany you. Let me tell you about Sun Qingmei. I have no such obligation..." Liu Yang turned his head and roared as he spoke.

However, as a pair of jade hands embraced tightly from behind, Liu Yang suddenly froze. Immediately afterwards, Sun Qingmei pressed her face tightly to Liu Yang's, but there was a burst of crying from her mouth: "You are a bastard, you just bully me..."

"I..." Am I fucking wronged?

After being at a loss for a while, Liu Yang stood there silently, letting Sun Qingmei hug him and cry for a while, complaining in his heart while turning his body back.

Always twisting like this, the neck is too sore.

"Heaven and earth conscience, think about it for yourself, since the first day we met, who is bullying whom..." Liu Yang just said two and a half sentences, and before he could finish what he wanted to say, Sun Qingmei pounced on him. In his arms, while continuing to sob softly in his arms, he put his arms around Liu Yang's neck, raised his face, stood on tiptoe, and blocked what Liu Yang wanted to say with his fiery lips.

"Woooo... what are you doing..." Liu Yang evaded, thinking to himself, what kind of madness is this? Liu Yang was full of question marks from Sun Qingmei's kiss, and he opened his eyes wide to see her facial expression clearly...

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