I have a date with Chang'e

Speaking of which, I have always been the one who was stupid in front of Chang'e, but she was always gentle and calm, calm and calm.It wasn't until later that the situation finally reversed slightly.

That was the third harvest of grapes in my yard. After the previous two generous donations, the gods had already refused to accept my grapes.I had no choice but to give most of the harvest to the wine fairy Magu who had been coveting for a long time.Although I have always thought that it is a waste to make wine from good grapes, but now I have to waste it.

That day Magu happily sent over some new wine.Said that I will definitely feel that my grapes have a perfect home, and it is really worth the money.

I couldn't bear to brush off her enthusiasm, reluctantly took a sip, grinned and said, "It's much better than I imagined." But in my heart, I lamented that the good grapes were wasted.

But she looked disappointed, she shook her head and looked at me: "It's a pity, good children don't like to drink." She obviously has the face of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but she likes to cling to her old age.

I said sourly: "Yeah, you still keep it for yourself, Magu~Gu~" I have a thick skin in my twenties.

"Nice niece, remember to bring the grapes next time you collect them." She giggled, and actually patted my head with a loving expression on her face.

"..." I was so blocked that I couldn't speak for a moment, after all, I was the one who called aunt first.

She jumped up: "There are still a few places to go today, I will go first. Come visit my aunt some other day, my good niece." She jumped out of the door, leaving me with a black face, facing the purple red The clear wine was in a daze.

Suddenly, I decided to go to the Moon Palace with the good-looking wine and the luminous cup left by Magu.

In fact, Chang'e doesn't like drinking, I already knew it.Just staring at the wine in a daze, I couldn't help imagining how such an elegant and transparent purple matched Chang'e's icy white.

What I didn't expect was that the wine was very suitable for Chang'e.Speaking of which, Chang'e treats wine the same as she treats me, and they hit it off right away.

It's just that wine is not as disciplined as I am, but it hides the strength of wine, and it is a scheming ghost.Let Chang'e get drunk in front of me for the first time, and no longer calm and calm in front of me for the first time.

I saw that although she toasted more frequently and her eyes became more and more erratic, she still had her usual demeanor and reticence.I thought she was drunk, though not obviously so.

I secretly hid the rest of the wine, saying that it was all gone, and I would drink it another day.

But she only looked at me with a pair of drowning eyes, with a half-smile, as if she had seen through my tricks, but she didn't say anything.

I thought, she never looked at me with such eyes, this wine is really a wonderful thing.

But she got up lightly, walked straight into the study with a graceful gait.

I followed right away, and saw her flicking her brush, as if she was about to write, but also seemed to be painting.After she finished the ink, she said that this should be the meaning of painting.I was a little surprised. For many days, I have seen her write, but I have never seen her paint.I thought she couldn't draw.

There is no need to paint, she is a very beautiful painting between brush and ink.The posture is romantic and unrestrained, not square; occasionally drunk and charming, charming and cute.

"The Oneiroi said that mortals have dreams, and they start from obsession." She said with a sigh, her writing seemed to be very casual.

"I've been a fairy for a long time, and I don't really remember what it's like to be in a dream." I walked closer to see the brush and paper on the case, but I couldn't see the direction of the painting.

"But I've never tasted dreaming." She wrote more and more casually, and her lines became more and more messy.

"Dreams are not good, but they are just disturbing the mind." I approached her thin figure, and in this posture, I could hold her in my arms at any time.She is like the rustling autumn leaves, as if she will float into my arms at any time, allowing me to warm her lonely and cold heart with the warmth in my chest.

"It's better, I don't even have a dream." She muttered to herself, and my heart suddenly throbbed. She seemed to have drifted away from my arms and disappeared far away.I know nothing after all, how can I warm her heart?

After finishing her painting, she said: "If I have a dream, maybe this is the scene in the dream."

I stared blankly at the painting, the lines were messy, weird and obscure.It's kind of like a dream.It's just that this must not be a dream, but it doesn't look like a nightmare either.It is a dream that will be engraved on the bones of the bones for a lifetime, which cannot be forgotten or grasped.

Thinking about it this way, I seem to understand her a little better.And I couldn't help laughing at myself, how much do I understand her by substituting so self-righteously?

After leaving the Moon Palace that day, I went to Magu's to ask for a prescription for sobering up, and the next morning I made hangover soup and sent it to the Moon Palace.

The hangover soup was given to the maid, and I waited in the living room for a long time.It can be seen that she was just struggling to get up at that time, and I couldn't help feeling even more guilty, how could I be so frivolous and use everything to show love, and even get her drunk and make her suffer.

"You've been waiting for a long time." She came slowly, her complexion paler than usual.

"It's okay, I'm free."

"Thank you for the soup, it's very useful." His pale complexion was stained with a blush.

"Hey, as long as it works." I lowered my head to play with my sleeve, knowing that she was thinking about yesterday.

I heard that she was silent for a long time, and when I looked up, she was already sitting on the desk, holding a scripture in front of me.

I just sat down and peeked at her, and I could see that she was hiding behind the scriptures, feeling uneasy.She would be embarrassed to be seen drunk, but in this regard, she is no different from ordinary girls.

I couldn't bear it, I should leave immediately, so as not to embarrass her.But after thinking about it, I always like to stay here, but today I left in a hurry, isn't it a cover-up, and reminded her even more.

So I had to bite the bullet and stay.Ignoring her, he walked to the window by himself, just in time to see the creek and gazebo in the courtyard, and remembered the first time he came here.

The handkerchief remained with me in the end, in the pouch around my waist.It seems that what should belong to me will be mine after all.

I turned around subconsciously.

Four eyes facing each other.

She blushed slightly.I hurriedly lowered my head.

"Yesterday was the first time in my life that I got drunk." She smiled softly, regaining her usual indifference.

"It's my fault." I was still apprehensive.

"What's wrong?" She dropped the scriptures and got up, "Let's go for a walk."

"It's really wrong to get drunk and hurt your body." I followed her.

"When did you learn how to be commanding?" She turned her head and looked at me.

I raised my eyebrows: "Then when did you learn to be the Oneiroi?"

"Tell me, what does the Oneiroi do?"

I took two quick steps, turned around and said with a smile, "You don't know? Oneiroi has long been named the most poisonous tongue in the heavens."

"Who sealed it?" There was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Of course it's Immortal Lin." I shook my head and shook my head.

"Since Dream God is the most poisonous tongue, then I, a late learner, can only take the second place." The smile spread to the corners of her eyes and brows, and her cheerful demeanor was like a hundred flowers blooming, boundless.

"This No.2, but it's not your turn yet." I leaned close to her ear and said softly.

"It's true, how dare I compete with Immortal Lin?" She knew it all, smiled and pointed the round fan at the tip of my nose.

I touched my nose: "You really understand me."

Later, I drank with her more often, and I gradually felt that wine was not difficult to drink.He even learned how to make wine from Magu.