Drunk for the rest of my life

The first day he played and sang all night, Xue Zi was very tired.I didn't feel it when I was sitting with that lunatic, but once I stopped, I felt sleepy again and again.The arms, lower back and back were also extremely sore, and by the way, I also experienced the feeling of a lunatic sitting cross-legged all day.

Quickly pack up and go to bed.

Li Xin yelled to stop first, he reckoned that Xiang Fei's mortal body should not be able to bear it, unlike himself.Amnesty was given, "Come here first today, and you go and rest."

Xue Zi was freed, and slept until evening, when the sun was setting.

During the period, Li Xin stood on the grave and drank for a while.Thoughts in my heart were messy, and I couldn't figure out a clue, I just stared at the wordless stele in a daze; I explained a few words to the mute, and the mute left with the fish.

Xue Zi woke up and leaned against the head of the bed.Recalling yesterday's situation, I roughly ran through the past six or seven days in my mind.His face darkened slightly, and he got up.

Outside the house, the lunatic sat on a branch again.I drank slowly the old cellar wine that I never left my hand, using the new wine jar that the mute sent today.

The petals of the pear tree were falling very hard, Xue Zi thought: the pear flowering period is short, and in a few dozen days, they will all fall...

He walked to the grave, stood still, imitating a lunatic and reaching out to caress the dark tombstone, his fingertips lingering around the edge of the tombstone.

Xue Zi smiled and said, "I'm really curious, what kind of peerless beauty is buried here?"

"It's just a pile of white bones..." Li Xin didn't look at him, after saying this, he poured down a gulp.

Xue Zi's heart twitched, and he felt a dull pain.His complexion didn't change, and his voice was questionable: "Oh?"

Li Xin didn't return to him anymore, just sat there for a while, seemed to feel that it wasn't enough, picked up the wine jar and took a swig.

Xue Zi didn't know that one day, it was also at the end of spring like this.Li Xin was so drunk that she really opened the grave and lay in the coffin with the bones all night.

The topic ran out of content, so Xue Zi had no choice but to give up.

Go to the small couch, pack up the chess set, and go back to the room to bring pen and ink.

He bowed slightly, laid out paper, rubbed ink, and moistened the pen.I started to paint according to Li Xin leaning on the pear tree.

The use of ink is simple, and the fine brushwork is delicate. A few strokes outline the outline of a madman leaning against a tree and drinking with his head up.Petals flutter under the tree, and the graves stand tall.

The layers of ink and wash are smudged, half-worn Taoist robes, flying hair, and snow-white flowers are vivid.The composition is full and very expressive.

After he put away his pen, Li Xin came down from the tree, saw the painting, and was noncommittal.After deliberating for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Do you really want to know my story?"

Xue Zi seemed to be unable to believe it, and was stunned for a while.

"certainly……"