Drunk for the rest of my life

The sun soon went down and night fell.The scholar was very curious, would the drunkard's feet not hurt after sitting like this for a day?After all, it was nothing much, sitting quietly on the small couch, not only accompanying but also secretly observing.

Today's drunkard is much more sober than yesterday, more quiet and silent, crying and laughing last night, although not noisy, but also like a lunatic.

Her long, smooth hair was scattered casually, and her decent clothes were basically clean. Although her cheeks were covered with black and blue stubble, she could still see her original face.

Thick black thick sword eyebrows are slightly sharp; narrow and long peach eyes, straight and long eyelashes, melancholy and deep eyes can't be seen clearly in the dark; the bridge of the nose is very high, matched with those thin lips, it is very beautiful ; The lines of the face are resolute, as if sharpened by a knife.

He was supposed to be a handsome man as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind, so why bother to humiliate himself like this?

The scholar shook his head and got up.

When the drunkard heard the movement, he suddenly said, "You sleep in my room."

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, and then he replied, "Okay." Then he walked into the house.

The hut has three wing rooms in total, and the fire room and toilet are separate.The middle room serves as the living room, where the dining table is placed together, and there is a low table by the wall with a guqin on it.There is a door on the left and right sides, connecting the bedrooms on both sides.

The scholar walked through the seat to the inner room, raised his eyes and glanced at the closed door on the opposite side, and entered the alcoholic's bedroom.

The drunkard's bedroom is fairly simple and elegant, with a desk by the window, complete with pen holder, inkstone, and paperweight.There is a backrest chair at the back, which is also extremely simple and atmospheric.There are several sets of calligraphy and paintings mounted on the wall, just looking at the shape, you can't tell where they came from, and you feel a little childish.

Going further inside, there is a hollow bookcase as a partition, with paper books and bamboo rolls; there are also some antique toys whose authenticity cannot be seen.There is a large blue and white vat between the desk and the cabinet, and there are many scrolls standing in it, which should be picture scrolls.Next to it is a bamboo rocking chair.

The scholar walked extremely slowly, taking a look along the way, not letting go of every detail.

After that is the bed.An ancient pear wood carved bed, with a white veil gathered at the head of the bed.

Alcoholic people are not very tidy, but the bed is very clean, including the bookshelves and desks just now, they are all spotless.It seems that the old servant I met in the morning often came to clean up.

It's just too clean, but it lacks popularity.

The scholar pursed his lips tightly, his complexion was slightly gloomy, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

Silent all night.

The drunkard also stayed in the yard without making a sound.