A white lotus attracts swallows

Cheng Hua actually doesn't like Chinese New Year very much.Not to mention the noisy crowds, relatives’ children running around, unable to stop them, and the uninterrupted sound of firecrackers all day and night from the first day to the seventh day of the new year, disturbing people could not sleep well for a few days.After finally taking a breather, the Lantern Festival came again in a few days, red lanterns were hung up everywhere, young boys and girls who were thinking of spring came out one after another to find true love in the night market, and it was another whole night of carnival.During such grand festivals, several families always like to get together for dinner and drinks. It takes a long time to finish a meal, and if you have a good relationship, you can eat from morning till night.

If it was in the past, Cheng Hua could still mess around with a few brothers and sisters, or invite a few friends to go to the teahouse to listen to books and chat. , You don’t need to see anyone, you don’t need to drink wine, and you can enjoy the rare quiet time.Not only can I create a sad and infatuated good image in front of everyone, but also I can read pornographic books to my heart's content, and I don't have to deal with those three aunts and six women who seem to be difficult to get along with. It's really painful and happy.

This year is different. This year it was the turn of the Yan family to treat guests. The relatives of the collateral lineage would come to the Yan mansion for dinner and New Year greetings. A large number of people came here with great vigor and excitement. The relatives invited several family members with good relations to visit Yan's mansion.The patriarchs of these families are all good brothers who fought together with General Yan in the past, and now they are all three generations living together, bringing the whole family over to visit.The old men had an astonishing capacity for alcohol, presumably they had stuck to the habits they had in the army back then, their bodies were still in good shape, they talked loudly at the table trying to persuade each other to drink, telling anecdotes from back then, all the juniors looked at each other dumbfounded laughed.

Old General Yan treats guests, he is the host, and Yan Lu is the only son, which is the focus of everyone's topic.The uncles watched him grow up, and they knew everything about him, but they were very interested in Cheng Hua.When we got together last year, although I heard that Yan Lu had married a wife, but there was no one around him, he must not like him very much; but looking at the current scene of being very fond of him, the details are very concerned.After going back and forth, everyone's eyes were on Cheng Hua.Everyone is so familiar with it, so they don't have any scruples. The first time they come up, they will toast in turn, and the intention to break the casserole and ask the end is obvious.At the beginning Cheng Hua was able to evade it a few times with the excuse of being pregnant, but everyone said that he could hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. A glass of medicinal wine.

Yan Lu was terrified watching those glasses of wine go down, fearing that something might happen, he dared to get angry but dared not speak up, so he could only helplessly plead with his uncles: "Second Uncle, Hua'er really can't drink anymore, so he can't pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." Is it a little?"

"I don't pity your second uncle? If it was in the past, he would be too drunk to sit down the table. How could he watch him drink a little bit of it in a gentle way? I said my nephew, when your mother was pregnant When you were still drinking with our brothers, couldn’t you still run and dance, and married such a good wife? Why worry about it!”

As soon as the second uncle's loud voice made a noise, everyone at the table couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, nephew, when will the little grandson of the Yan family be born?"

Cheng Hua hadn't broken his precept for a long time, and he drank a few cups of medicinal wine suddenly, and the momentum made him a little dizzy, his cheeks were flushed red from the smell of alcohol, and he couldn't speak clearly: "It's probably March."

Someone on the side sighed: "March is a good time. Everything recovers, the grass grows and the birds fly. If your nephew and grandchildren are born in March, they must be blessed and blessed!"

As soon as these words came out, the others echoed, both envious and blessed.

Cheng Hua hasn't felt drunk for a long time. He just feels that everything in front of him is slowly blurring into a mass of color blocks, and the lights of different colors coming out from the lanterns of different colors transform into a bizarre painting, which is so abstract. It was like a puff of smoke that couldn't be grasped, but the sound in his ears and the smell in his nose told him that it was not a dream.Not long after this feeling was maintained, the sky and the earth began to spin slowly, feeling like the whole person was floating, extremely vain.

Yan Lu was chatting with his uncles whom he seldom saw, while paying attention to Cheng Hua's state. Seeing him propped up on the table in a trance, his eyes were a little straight, he immediately lost the mood to chat, and turned his head to say something After taking his leave, he led someone back to the room.

"Hua'er, are you drunk?"

When he was half-armed and half-hugged by his husband, he felt as if he was riding the clouds, flying up to the clouds that were thousands of miles high, and when he was put on the bed, he felt like he was flung on the cotton, and he felt a little soft and real.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Yan Lu felt that he was really drunk, he hugged him with a light smile, stroked his back one after another, and dropped moist and hot kisses from the tip of his brow to the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Hua obediently cuddled in his arms, feeling comfortable being kissed, and took the initiative to rub his head, unconsciously curling up the corners of his mouth.After kissing like this for a long time, he became a little more sober, stared at Yan Lu for a while, and then smiled foolishly: "My husband is so pretty."

"If it looks good, then watch it for the rest of your life. I only let you look at it like this."

Yan Lu summed up a little rule, when no one hurts, Cheng Hua is like a tough weed, despite the wind and rain, it is still tenacious and strong, and the more frustrated it becomes, the more courageous it becomes.But once it is carefully cared for, it will immediately become a delicate and beautiful flower, which cannot bear the slightest grievance. It is so fragile that it will turn into dust with a single touch. It is delicate and weak, making people want to stop.

Such a person should be pampered for the rest of his life.

Several friends lived in Yan Mansion for a few days and went back to their respective homes. The most lively New Year since Yan Mansion was established is now over.Old General Yan and his friend had a long talk after a long knee-to-neck talk, rekindled the passion of their youth, and within a few days left for the military camp on the outskirts of Beijing, planning to stay there for a while.Mother Yan has nothing to do when she is free, and her grandson will not be able to come out for two months. After much deliberation, she decides to visit her childhood sweetheart who married far away in Miaojiang.All of a sudden, the number of people in the Yan Mansion dropped sharply, and it became much deserted all of a sudden.

Cheng Hua didn't care too much, he likes to be quiet, and now it's the time when he needs to rest, Yan Lu can enjoy the world of the two when he is here, and can read and write when he is not, which is also a good pastime.

On this day, Yan Lu woke up, kissed Cheng Hua's side face as usual, and after a little bit of tenderness, he gently got up from the bed.Sometimes Cheng Hua would be woken up by him, and would flirt with him softly for a while, but he would soon fall asleep again, so when he was caught by the corner of his clothes, he still laughed and teased, "Little wild cat, what's wrong? So reluctant to part with your husband, huh?"

Cheng Hua didn't let out a few snorts of laughter as usual, but slowly tightened his hands, frowned his pretty eyebrows, and muttered indistinctly: "...it hurts..."

"Huh? What?"

Only then did he open his eyes, feeling a little aggrieved and flustered, his voice trembling because of nervousness: "Yan Lu..."

"...my stomach hurts..."