The green camphor tree has a deep view

Song Jingshen picked up the wine glass, took a sip, raised his chin slightly, and smiled at Xing Lu: "This wine is good. I'm sorry to have cost you money today."

"As long as you like it." Xing Lu smiled despite the pain, "I asked the store to bring out the best wine, but I was worried that it wouldn't meet your standards."

"My standards are not that high." Song Jingshen put down the wine glass, turned his head and said to Wen Qing, "Why don't you try it? It's a rare opportunity to drink good wine."

When has he ever drunk bad wine? He even looks down on common wine. What happened today? Why did he suddenly want her to drink with him?

"I don't know much about wine, so it would be a waste if I drank it. You guys should drink it." Wen Qing said softly, her eyes dropping to the plate. Her tone was respectful, but she didn't look at him.

Song Jingshen stared at her profile and didn't say anything for a while, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Then try this wine." Xing Lu smiled and took out a brown wine bottle with Chinese characters written on it, which looked like Japanese sake. "This wine is made from refined rice and has a fruity aroma. It's very interesting. Try it?" Xing Lu took out a porcelain cup, poured a sip, and placed it in front of Wen Qing. Her tone was gentle and coaxing, "Just take a small sip. You won't get drunk."

Wen Qing raised her eyes to look at Xing Lu, her eyes showing a hint of resistance: "Will it not affect the treatment?"

"Drinking in moderation can help relax your nerves and help you sleep better at night." Xing Lu poured the wine with a smile, then turned around and grilled shiitake mushrooms and tomatoes, sprinkling them with rosemary. Her technique was smooth and skillful, and she didn't look like a cooking novice at all.

Wen Qing looked at Xing Lu's figure thoughtfully. Just as she was in a trance, she found Song Jingshen approaching and reaching out to pick up the porcelain cup in front of her: "Let me taste it for you first."

"Ah?" Wen Qing didn't react. Song Jingshen had already finished the wine in the cup. Then he smiled, picked up the sake that Xing Lu handed over at the right time, and refilled the cup with half a cup. "Come on! Drink some, I'll accompany you."

Wen Qing froze for a moment, took the wine glass, reluctantly took a sip, and said awkwardly: "I, I can't drink anymore."

Song Jingshen was already a little tipsy, his cheeks were slightly red, but his expression was relaxed and at ease.

Seeing Wen Qing holding the wine glass tightly, at a loss, he couldn't help but smile, put down his chopsticks, stretched out his right hand to hold Wen Qing's hand, brought the porcelain cup to his lips, sighed softly, and said to himself: "Raise the cup and don't ask about worldly affairs, drink up half of your life."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. When she reacted, the man had already swallowed half a glass of wine and was staring at her with burning eyes.

Her fingers were wrapped in his dry and hot palm, and a thin layer of sweat instantly seeped out of Wen Qing's palms, and even her face became hot.

"I, I'll go get more wine." She tried to find an excuse to pull her hand away, but failed. When she raised her head, she met the man's deep eyes again.

"Once you've drunk the wedding wine, you can't deny it." His expression was still casual, but the smile on his lips was gone. His eyes were full of solemnity, and under the warm light, there was a hint of chilliness.

Wen Qing had never seen him like this before, and she spoke nervously and incoherently: "I know, I know. Let me go, okay?"

Song Jingshen slowly let go, his eyes still staring at her. The porcelain cup fell onto the stone table with a clang. Wen Qing was startled and quickly picked it up and put it away, only to find that her fingers were stiff, as if they were filled with lead.

What happened to him today?

In the past, after drinking, he would fall into a deep sleep most of the time. Sometimes, when he was in a bad mood, he would hold her in his arms to sleep, but he never said anything extra to her.

Thinking of his drunken words just now, about "the wedding wine" and "can't deny it", Wen Qing felt a little annoyed and didn't know whether she should take it seriously.

If so, how should she react?

From childhood to adulthood, she has received love letters like snowflakes. Occasionally, when she was blocked by a boy and accepted his stumbling confession, she could suppress the panic and a little vanity in her heart and reject him with a reserved and polite expression.

But this time, the one who confessed to her was a mature man. He had forced her, so she should resist him, reject him, and even hate him.

However, he was still a successful man after all, with good looks, talent and money. He rejected the family-arranged marriage proposal and chose to confess his love to her.

It would be a lie to say that she was not moved at all. The moment she heard his words clearly, her heart trembled deeply, and then it was immersed in warm water, and all that came up from her was a sweet sense of security.

But this heart immersed in the water is floating like a kite, unable to land.

This feeling of uncertainty made her feel uneasy. His love was warm, but it could not give her a sense of groundedness. She was a child who grew up in a family of common people. She had seen couples working hard and living a simple and poor life since she was a child. The only exception was her aunt.

My aunt relied on men to live a life of luxury, but over time, what became of her life?

Wen Qing thought of Zhou Wen's frail figure lying on the bed, and couldn't help but think of the shame and tears her grandma and mother had experienced. Her heart felt like it was being clenched by a pair of huge hands, and she gradually became unable to breathe.

She didn't dare to gamble. She couldn't gamble. The only person she dared to believe in was herself.

Song Jingshen's love was like a thick quilt that covered her without explanation, warm and oppressive. She was a little reluctant, but didn't dare to stay for long. She wanted to break free, but couldn't find a way out.

"Would you like another bottle, Mr. Song?"

Xing Lu's question rang in my ears. I looked up and found that a bottle of sake had been finished. Song Jingshen was leaning back in his chair, laughing soundly.

"Let's just drink this. It's just right for today." He sat up and looked around at the scattered ingredients on the baking tray.

A few shiitake mushrooms and sweet pepper rings mixed with the leftover lobster fried rice still exudes a warm aroma, as if waiting for someone to taste it.

"Are you full?" He looked at Wen Qing with a soft voice.

"We're full. Shall we go?" Wen Qing asked.

"Let's go." Song Jingshen took her hand and said, "Xing Lu didn't drink, you can take her car."

"Okay, Mr. Song. I'll send you a WeChat message when I get home to let you know I'm safe." Xing Lu packed her things quickly and followed Song Jingshen and Wen Qing out of the private room.

She paid the bill in advance while she was sobering up, and now she just walked out of the barbecue restaurant with a swagger, accepting the farewell etiquette from the waiter.

"Welcome back!" The shop assistants at the door stood on both sides like geese wings and bowed goodbye in unison.

Song Jingshen was used to similar occasions. He walked towards the store door steadily and suddenly felt that Wen Qing's hands seemed to be shaking.

He looked back suspiciously and found that Wen Qing's face was pale, as if she had been caught in something scandalous and was struggling to break free from him.

"What's wrong?" He let go of her hand and asked in a low voice.

"I met an acquaintance..." Wen Qing's voice trembled. She lowered her head and walked away quickly. But as soon as she passed by Song Jingshen, he put his arm around her shoulders.

"Who?"

She lowered her head even lower, her body trembling slightly: "Let's go out first, okay?"