Yin Yang Master (GL) 95 Drunken Night Drunken Also

  The moon is high in the sky, without a wisp of cloud in sight.

  It was on this ordinary night that a group of young men and women were clinking glasses, playing drinking games, guessing riddles, and engaging in all sorts of antics, filling the house with laughter and conversation.

  On the street, a tall man and a child who had just grown to his waist were strolling. Beside the child was a golden retriever. The golden retriever, as its name suggests, had a coat of hair that shone like gold, rich and lustrous, and its body was much more robust than ordinary golden retrievers.

  "Chu Feng gege," The originally silent atmosphere was broken by Xiao Xiumei.

  Chu Feng turned his head to look at this little girl who was as holy as an angel, and although her face still had a tough expression, there was a rare gentleness in her eyes.

  "Can you carry me back tonight?" Little Xi Yue lowered her head, seemingly hesitant. She remained silent for a moment before finally lifting her head up, with a flush of red on her radiant face, and spoke out the request in her heart.

  Chu Feng didn't ask why and didn't say anything extra, he just nodded his head and responded with a single word: "Good."

  He squatted down.

  Looking at Chu Feng's broad and sturdy back, Xi Yue smiled. She didn't know why she had made such a request either, but she still asked.

  Xī Yuè was very light, and when Chǔ Fēng carried Xī Yuè on his back, he didn't feel any weight. But the warmth that came from behind made Chǔ Fēng truly feel Xī Yuè's presence.

  Chu Feng was being extremely careful, tightly grasping Xi Yue's arm, as if the weight he was carrying on his back was his only world.

  Xiao Xi Yue's sharp chin rested on Chu Feng's shoulder, and Chu Feng didn't dare to turn his head, not even daring to move his neck. Because he was afraid that if he moved his neck, he would accidentally touch Xiao Xi Yue's face.

  Xī yuè's breathing sounded in his ear, Chǔ Fēng, a person who had not had a heartbeat for a long time, felt as if his heart was about to escape from his chest cavity at this moment. He was a little short of breath. But he still walked forward step by step, walking very steadily, very steadily.

  The road ahead is neither long nor short. Walking to the end is Xī Yuè's home, but Chǔ Fēng now hopes that this road will never end. He is willing to carry Xī Yuè on his back and keep walking like this forever.

  "Chu Feng, gege," Xī Yuè whispered in Chu Feng's ear, the faint scent of flowers wafting into his nostrils and gently entering his heart like spring rain, "Can you walk a bit slower?"

  Chu Feng slowed down his pace upon hearing the words: "Sorry, I..." He was anxious because his footsteps were too fast, so the burdened Xi Yue wasn't comfortable?

  Xī Yuè smiled, she wrapped her arms around Chǔ Fēng's neck and leaned on his shoulder: "Chǔ Fēng brother's back is very comfortable. I just wish that Chǔ Fēng brother could grow up a bit slower, and I could grow up a bit faster, then it would be great."

  "What's wrong, Xi Yue?" Chu Feng didn't understand what Xi Yue meant. Tonight's Xi Yue seemed different from usual. He called out to her, trying to prove that she was okay.

  "Chu Feng gege, wait for me, when I grow up, I'll marry you." After a period of silence, Xi Yue's tone became cheerful again, she tightly hugged Chu Feng and whispered in his ear.

  Chu Feng was stunned on the spot, he tried hard to turn his head, but it seemed a bit difficult, even speaking seemed to become stuttering: "Xi Yue... you... what did you say?"

  The answer was the soft lips stuck on his cheek.

  "I said, I want to marry you." Xi Yue looked at Chu Feng with a serious face and carefully repeated what she had just said.

  Yes, Chu Feng did not mishear.

  Many years ago, he met Xī Yuè. One was a girl suffering from an incurable disease, and the other was a ghost spirit unknown to the world. He watched as Xī Yuè's life force slowly drained away, like a flower that had not yet bloomed but was already on the verge of withering.

  Now, he has waited for the reincarnation of Xi Yue. She is healthy, thriving and radiant like the rising sun. He still chooses to stay by her side, protecting her happy and carefree growth, finding someone who will protect her for a lifetime of peace and happiness.

  He never thought that Xī Yuè would say such words to him. Clearly, it was just a few simple words, but when they fell into Chǔ Fēng's ears, they became the most beautiful and heavenly music in the world.

  "Good." Chu Feng's reply was still simple, he really didn't know what language to use to describe his inner heart. Whether Xi Yue's words would come true or not, this life of his was already fulfilling enough.

  The road will eventually come to an end, but in Chu Feng's heart, this road has already extended infinitely.

  Just as they were about to arrive at Xi Yue's house, Xi Yue got down from Chu Feng's back. She took Chu Feng's hand and knocked on the door.

  Although the mother was somewhat surprised that the person who brought Xi Yue back was a man, she didn't say much. Before parting ways, Xi Yue stood behind her mother and mouthed to Chu Feng, "Remember our promise."

  Chu Feng nodded slightly and bid farewell to Xi Yue's mother together with her.

  As she closed the door, Mrs. Xue muttered to herself: "So that's what Mr. Xiao's husband is like..."

  Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiaye couldn't help but laugh, but she didn't correct her mother's mistaken judgment. Let her mother be surprised again in the future...

  The banquet in the building.

  The feast had hardly ended when many people had already fallen down drunk.

  Everyone has their own worries and doesn't refuse any cup of wine handed over.

  Even Dong Shuanghe and Lan Er are already slightly drunk, let alone others.

  It is said that "what can dispel worries, only Du Kang", roughly tonight, everyone wants to draw out a knife, like the poet Li Taibai cutting off the flowing water-like melancholy. Even if it can't be done, being able to thoroughly forget such a night is enough to get drunk.

  At this moment, no one cares who is drunk or not. If there are still some sober people, they can go back to their rooms by themselves. If someone has passed out, they simply find a vacant spot and lie down directly.

  Du Sulin's pale face now had a rare flush, her footsteps were slightly staggering, one hand holding wine and the other holding a cup, taking a step back to the room with each sip of wine.

  Xiao Qingzhu held the dark red liquid in her hand, swaying it gently in the cup as she watched Du Siling's departing back, feeling a chill and emptiness, her heart slightly aching.

  Only she was left now. Xiao Qingzhu picked up her cup and drank it all in one gulp.

  "Miss Qingzhu," Gao Sheng suddenly appeared in the room, he didn't know when he had entered. He saw Du Siling's back disappear from his line of sight, and then walked out of the shadows, bowing slightly to Xiao Qingzhu.

  "I understand, give me a little more time, before dawn, I will go back." Xiao Qingzhu's voice was somewhat hoarse, she stood up, but was slightly unsteady on her feet. She stretched out her hand to grasp the back of the chair in time, and then waved her hand at Gao Sheng, saying: "You can go back now, this is not a place for you to stay for long."

  "Wait for me outside." Gaosheng also understood what Xiao Qingzhu said, but since he had received the order, he had to wait until Xiao Qingzhu returned safely.

  Xiao Qingzhu didn't respond, she actually hadn't drunk that much, but for some reason, she really had a feeling of intoxication, this was probably what the ancients meant by "wine doesn't get you drunk, people get themselves drunk".

  As the door opened, a gust of cool wind swept in, carrying with it the stillness of the night. Her consciousness cleared somewhat, yet she seemed to be even more intoxicated. Under the white window curtains, Du Shilin stood facing the wind, her three thousand strands of black hair flying about, the moon's clear light shining down on her, making her appear untainted by worldly dust, like an ethereal fairy.

  "Qing Zhu," Du Si Lin suddenly spoke up, her voice as gentle and clear as the moonlight that was sprinkled on her.

  But it was enough to make Xiao Qingzhu's body tremble. To know, since Du Siling returned, she had not called her "Qingzhu" again.

  Douslin leaned to one side, raised the wine glass in her hand high, under the moonlight, the liquid brought a faint golden glow, she let out a sigh, and another cup of wine was drunk dry, only to hear the sound of shattering glass piercing through the quiet night.

  Du Sulin turned around and walked towards Xiao Qingzhu.

  She wrapped her long arms around Xiao Qingzhu and pulled him into her bosom, Xiao Qingzhu's body was still slightly trembling. Du Siling gently patted Xiao Qingzhu's back, trying to comfort her.

  "Shilin," Xiao Qingzhu's hands encircled Du Shilin's waist, Du Shilin's body was still cool, just like the clear and cold moon. "Is it you?" she asked.

  Du Sulin nodded, and for a moment she didn't seem like the Du Sulin who had died and come back to life. She wasn't cold and detached, with an invisible air of distance about her. She was just the original Du Sulin, warm and kind, gentle and soft. "Qing Zhu, it's me, I'm back."

  "Xī lín, actually no matter what kind of you are, you're all good, you're the one I love, Dù Sī Lín." Xiao Qingzhu slightly raised her head, looking into Du Sī Lín's eyes.

  Du Sulin's eyes seemed to have a clear spring water, and in that spring water, only Xiao Qingzhu's face could be seen.

  Du Sulin smiled, she understood what Xiao Qingzhu wanted to say, but at this moment, she didn't want to explain anything. What Xiao Qingzhu said was right, no matter how she changed, she would always be Du Sulin of Xiao Qingzhu's.

  Lips touched lips, as naturally as water flowing into a ditch.

  Xiao Qingzhu's lips were soft and elastic, making Du Siling involuntarily want to stretch out his tongue to lick them. As soon as he had this thought, his own tongue had already slipped out. Xiao Qingzhu's lip was as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey, making people linger.

  Xiao Qingzhu's body had a faint, mysterious fragrance mixed with the smell of wine, intoxicating and tempting. Du Siling couldn't help but dip his tongue in to explore the beauty within.

  At first, Xiao Qingzhu's arm was still wrapped around Du Siling's waist, but later on, her hand tightly wrapped around Du Siling's neck.

  They finally parted their lips after a long time.

  Duslin swept Qingzhu into a horizontal hug, their eyes met, and Qingzhu gazed at Duslin's sparkling eyes like stars, his long eyelashes casting a shadow. She seemed to feel again the slight itch of Duslin's eyelashes touching her own, as if a feather was teasing her heart.

  Xiao Qingzhu's face quickly flushed with two red clouds, she lowered her eyelids, as if this could cover up her shyness. But Du Siling didn't give her the chance, slightly lowering his head again, and kissed her once more.