When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

If Brother Zhao doesn't want to drink with him, he will find someone else.

Wei WuXian held the wine glass in one hand and turned his gaze to the others: “Then Brother Li, you can’t also…”

Brother Li couldn't stand it and shook his head again and again.

Wei WuXian sighed, looked at Nie HuaiSang who had been trying to reduce his presence since a while ago, and passed the wine to him: “Brother Nie, they can’t do it, but you should be able to do it, right? It was you who came up with this game of finger-guessing, and I haven’t said no, you can’t…”

Nie Huaisang had not expected that Wei Wuxian was so good at playing finger-guessing games. His initial thought was that they would get Wei Wuxian drunk together, and once he got drunk he would act crazy, and that would give him a great show to watch.

But in the end, it wasn't them who got Wei Wuxian drunk, but Wei Wuxian who got all of them drunk.

Nie Huaisang was already beginning to feel groggy. Faced with this situation, he had no choice but to admit defeat and bury his head on the table: "No, this isn't right, this can't be done...Brother Wei, you...you go find Brother Jiang. Brother Jiang can..."

Nie Huaisang held the edge of the table with both hands and no matter how hard Wei Wuxian tried to lift it up, he couldn't. If he used a little more force, the table would have flipped over.

Wei WuXian had no choice but to change to another person: “…Jiang Cheng.”

Jiang Cheng had been lying motionless with his eyes closed on the chair for a few minutes, as if he had died. The cups on the table in front of him were all knocked over, and the wine was dripping down through the cracks in the table.

Wei Wuxian tried calling him again. Jiang Cheng frowned and barely heard someone calling him. He tried to open his eyes, but it was too heavy. He could only mumble a response.

Jiang Cheng is usually a very well-behaved person, and what he values ​​most when he is outside is the reputation of their Jiang family.

Whenever he was with Wei Wuxian, or whenever Wei Wuxian wasn't satisfied with catching monsters, the sentence Jiang Cheng said most often was "Wei Wuxian, could you please save the Jiang family's face?"

There's nothing you can do about it, Wei Wuxian is just like that.

But this time Jiang Cheng let go, allowing Wei Wuxian and the others to lift the roof, howling, and he also joined in.

Although Jiang Cheng was drunk, he could still clearly hear that the person who called his name just now was Wei Wuxian.

Then Jiang Cheng started to mumble a few words over and over again, and his expression showed that he was disgusted.

The messy drunkard spoke a language that even gods could not understand.

Wei Wuxian shook him, and Jiang Cheng's expression became even more grumpy.

In fact, Wei Wuxian was very clear about Jiang Cheng's alcohol tolerance, and it was good that he didn't vomit after such a meal.

Jiang Cheng was repeating something incoherently. Wei WuXian moved closer to listen. This time he could finally hear clearly what he was saying:

“… Stupid… Wei Wuxian…”

“………” She didn’t forget to scold him even in her sleep.

Wei WuXian patted him on the head in annoyance: “You’re the idiot.”

Then Jiang Cheng lay completely on the chair, and his body began to slide down at a snail's pace as if he had no bones.

Nie Huaisang, who was lying on the table pretending to be dead, saw this and burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, Brother Wei, this Brother Jiang is not good enough. He got so drunk after just drinking so little. It's too embarrassing."

Jiang Cheng had not been exposed to this kind of thing as much as Wei Wuxian. Madam Yu was very strict with him and did not allow him to do this or that.

In the past, although he would secretly drink a little with Wei Wuxian, most of the time he would just watch from the side and clean up the mess.

Nie Huaisang was already drunk. Although his alcohol tolerance was not as good as Wei Wuxian's, he was interested in it. As he listened to music and tasted wine more often, his alcohol tolerance naturally improved.

Nie Huaisang held the edge of the table with both hands and stood up shakily. He glanced around like a thief, and after a glance, his eyes fell accurately on Lan Wangji.

He took two steps, then put his arms around Wei Wuxian's neck and led Wei Wuxian to the corner of the room.

Lan Wangji: “…”

Although Wei Wuxian won many games of finger-guessing, he also drank a lot of wine.

Supporting a drunkard to walk to the side, his steps were a little unsteady, but Wei Wuxian was still very clear-headed at the moment: "What are you doing?"

Nie Huaisang hushed and whispered in his ear, "Have you seen the good stuff I gave you half a...month ago? You have to watch it over and over again and study it carefully."

Wei Wuxian looked at the messy things Nie Huaisang gave him that night and stuffed them under his bed. He was very busy afterwards and had no chance to take a closer look.

But Wei WuXian still followed his words and said, “I saw it, what’s wrong?”

Nie Huaisang grinned widely, as if he understood everything: "...Wei...Brother Wei, well...I am optimistic about you."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Lan Wangji, then immediately turned his head back to look at Wei Wuxian, then looked at Lan Wangji again, and then looked at Wei Wuxian again. After repeating this several times, an expression that could not be described in words appeared on his face: “You…you…I…”

As long as he is a drunkard, what he says will be a mess and have no logic. Wei Wuxian said: "You say what, I say what."

Nie Huaisang blinked, his consciousness began to blur, he burped, and said, "...you...watch you...watch you..." He fell asleep before he could even finish the last word "you".

When Nie Huaisang's body went limp and fell straight down, Wei Wuxian stepped forward to catch him, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Turning his head to look at the scene in the whole room, except for Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Jin Zixuan and Qiyuan, everyone else was drinking and staggering, and some were even humming.

Facing Lan Wangji’s gaze, Wei Wuxian shrugged helplessly.

There were so many people and they couldn’t all sleep here, so Wei Wuxian put Nie Huaisang on a chair and went out of the room to call for help.

After Wei Wuxian left, Qiyuan, who had never touched alcohol, came to Lan Wangji with a glass of wine in his hand and said, "Hanguang-jun, I want to toast you. I know that you Gusu people cannot drink alcohol, so I'll drink this glass and you can do as you please."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

Lan Wangji stared at the glass of wine in front of him that had been poured from the beginning, and slowly looked at Qiyuan.

Qiyuan's face was very different from before, and Lan Wangji didn't recognize him when he first saw him.

But everyone gives different feelings to everyone, and Lan Wangji knew by intuition that he was praying to regain his human form.

It was just a glass of wine, and it was a happy day. Just when Lan Wangji was about to pick up the glass, Wei Wuxian came back: "Be careful when you come in, don't step on anyone."