The most unlucky crossing in history

Xie Wenyuan looked at Zhong Qiyun with normal expression, but when he looked closely, he could find that his eyes were a little wandering.I have been in contact with Zhong Qiyun for so long, and I have seen him drinking several times. When has this happened?I'm afraid I drank too much wine this time.

I don't know if this person can still understand what he said now, but he still ordered: "You go back to rest earlier, and I will ask Zhang Hong to fetch you some hangover soup later."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and wanted to find Zhang Hong to come up and ask him to take Zhong Qiyun back to his room, but he really underestimated how drunk Zhong Qiyun was, and just turned around when the person behind him suddenly leaned over.

In the hot night, the back was pressed against the man's steaming chest, the wrist was grabbed by the drunken man, the chin of the approaching man was on his shoulder, and the cheeks were touching.

"Don't go, I... have something to discuss with you... to discuss."

The slightly scorching breath brushed against his ears, causing a numbness in his ears. Xie Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, and when he regained his senses, he immediately broke free from Zhong Qiyun's hand and opened the distance between them.Then he turned around and looked at the man who was not leaning on his body with an unclear expression.

Zhong Qiyun was indeed drunk. He had just left Nu Guyun's house, and he was quite sober when he walked outside with the wind blowing, but now that he was drinking, although he could still maintain some sense, he would not let himself do something too outrageous Son, but he is still not sober, he can't grasp the distance from others, especially the distance from Xie Wenyuan.

All he can think of now is to talk to Xie Wenyuan about the pirates, so he has to get closer, but he can't grasp how close this 'close' should be.

He couldn't understand what Xie Wenyuan was thinking, and he didn't care when his hand was freed, he just smiled and took two steps forward, once again putting the distance between the two of them.

"You go so far, you can't hear it."

The two were about the same height, and as they approached, their gazes naturally merged. Xie Wenyuan didn't back away, just looked at the smiling person in front of him, nodded and said, "Then, what are you going to discuss with me?"

Having said that, he didn't really want to hear Zhong Qiyun's answer, but slowly looked downstairs to see where Zhang Hong was.

Zhong Qiyun remembered that he came up to tell Xie Wenyuan about the news he had just heard at Nu Guyun, but now his head hurts badly, and he feels that his thoughts are gradually scattered, and he can't grasp what he wants to tell Xie Wenyuan. The main point, I shook my head vigorously and felt better, when Zhong Qiyun was about to speak, Xie Wenyuan turned his head and looked downstairs.

Sangha City is summer all year round.

After Xie Wenyuan came here, he wore the thin shirts worn by literati in summer, so that his head was turned sideways, so that his smooth neck was just exposed.

Zhong Qiyun was dumbfounded looking at Xie Wenyuan's beautiful neck, and it happened that the place he saw was the place where he had kissed, and that incident was something he tried his best to ignore and dare not recall for so long.

The key point that Zhong Qiyun had just grasped with all his might suddenly exploded, and his thoughts scattered away.The Adam's apple rolled up and down, Zhong Qiyun looked at the place where he had kissed, and slowly reached out to stroke it...

Xie Wenyuan saw Zhang Hong downstairs, and raised his hand to signal him to come upstairs. When he saw Zhang Hong walked to the stairs, he felt a chill on his neck and was startled. He reached out and clasped Zhong Qiyun's hand, slightly He squinted at Zhong Qiyun.

Xie Wenyuan didn't use much force, Zhong Qiyun didn't feel the pain but just couldn't break free, he could only stare straight at Xie Wenyuan's neck, he blinked, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I always feel that... .....You have a cool smell on your body, I like it very much..."

"..." Reflecting on what Zhong Qiyun touched just now and where he was staring at now, Xie Wenyuan frowned slightly, and let go of Zhong Qiyun's hand.

Zhang Hong, who was climbing the stairs with excellent hearing, paused. He seemed to hear something he shouldn't have heard...

Zhong Qiyun's eyes wandered over Xie Wenyuan's face and neck, and there was something unusual in his eyes. He thought of the feeling when he hugged this person, the touch under his lips that day, and the cold and clean taste of the tip of his nose. "It smells really good, I think, it should be the smell that confused me that day... even in my dream, I couldn't..."

"Zhong Qiyun!" Xie Wenyuan interrupted him, glanced at Zhang Hong who was lingering at the stairs and dared not come over, Xie Wenyuan said flatly: "You are drunk."

"Huh?" Zhong Qiyun shook his body slightly and laughed, "Am I drunk?"

Knowing that he couldn't talk to this drunk person any more at this time, Xie Wenyuan simply ignored him and called Zhang Hong over, "Send Boss Zhong back to his room and let someone take care of him."

Zhang Hong lowered his head and quickly responded.

After Xie Wenyuan finished speaking, he glanced at Zhong Qiyun, turned around and left.

Seeing Xie Wenyuan leave, Zhong Qiyun wanted to reach out to hold him back, but Zhang Hong hurriedly blocked the way.

Zhong Qiyun carefully looked at the person blocking the way, and when he saw that he was an acquaintance, he smiled, "Brother Zhang, what are you doing? I haven't finished talking to you adults yet."

Zhang Hong didn't know how to answer, so he could only hold Zhong Qiyun by his arm.Seeing that his lord had returned to the room, he said: "Boss Zhong, it's getting late, I

I will send you back. "

After all, he didn't wait for Zhong Qiyun to respond, and half dragged Zhong Qiyun to the room on the other side of the inn.

Fortunately, Zhong Qiyun, who was drunk, didn't bother. When Zhang Hong sent him to the room, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and laughed for some reason, and then muttered three words.

"Xie Wenyuan..."

Of course Zhang Hong didn't dare to ask, and even felt that these three words shouldn't be listened to. He just listened to the conversation between Boss Zhong and that adult, and he didn't dare to think about it now. The meaning in those words.

What day is that?Confused about what?What happened in the dream?

Zhang Hong didn't dare to think about it.

After Zhong Qiyun settled down, Zhang Hong ran out of the room as if fleeing, and found the room where Liu Wangcai lived, and after telling him about Zhong Qiyun's drunkenness, he returned to Xie Wenyuan's side.

"Treasurer Liu has already gone over to look after it, but Boss Zhong seems to be fine."

"Well, you should go back and rest too. What I said to you in the evening, you will go out with the Zhong family's fleet tomorrow. Don't let the second prince's spies and Wuwei find out."

"Yes, my lord, then Zhang Hong will leave now."

Xie Wenyuan waved his hand and told him to go back.

After the people left, Xie Wenyuan, who was not sleepy, got up and walked to the window. On the window sill was the bamboo mosquito grass unique to the Sangha. The emerald green leaves exuded an unknown fragrance. Sangha City is very quiet, only the sound of surging waves and the occasional barking of dogs can be heard.

I don't know how long I watched, Xie Wenyuan slowly raised his hand to touch the side of the neck, even in such a hot night, the cool touch on the fingertips still did not disappear...

Xie Wenyuan closed his eyes.

Zhong Qiyun didn't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up again, it was already dawn and it was already noon.A hangover and a splitting headache.

"Hiss—" Zhong Qiyun frowned, raised his head and rubbed his painful head.

While rubbing, he recalled what happened last night. When Zhong Qiyun recalled it, he paused and blurted out the word 'grass'.

What did he do?What did he say?

Who the hell said you forget everything the next day when you're drunk?Why does he remember everything so clearly!

Zhong Qiyun's face turned a little green, he shouldn't be drinking like that, there's nothing good about being drunk!

Zhong Qiyun actually holds a good amount of alcohol. In modern times, his body was naturally able to withstand alcohol, but now that his body has been exercising for a year, he can't say he can't drink a thousand glasses, but he can still be regarded as an astonishing amount of alcohol.Last night at Nu Guyun's house, he really drank too hard, so he brought it over

He drank a lot of Dazhu baijiu, Sangha special fruit wine, and famous rice wine from neighboring countries. Da Luo Immortal might be able to get drunk, so how could he not be drunk?

Zhong Qiyun regretted it very much. Speaking of which, this was the only time he was truly drunk in the past few years.The last time I drank like this was the night before time travel with my teammates at the bar.

Normally, I would be dizzy for at most 2 minutes, nothing will happen later, what about now?

Zhong Qiyun thought, if he and Xie Wenyuan were not considered friends now, he might have thrown him downstairs long ago for what he did last night.

But thinking about it like this, Zhong Qiyun couldn't help recalling what happened last night in detail, remembering the back of himself sticking to Xie Wenyuan, remembering the neck stroking with his fingers, remembering...

"Brother Zhong, you're awake!" Liu Wang saw Zhong Qiyun sitting on the bed in a daze before he stepped into the room. He shook his head and sighed, "You don't know how long I was tossing around last night, and I almost didn't sleep all night."

Zhong Qiyun looked over after hearing the reputation, only to see Liu Wang walked to the table with a food box and put it down, he sneered: "It's not that exaggerated, although I'm drunk, I still remember things, I remember I should Didn't bother you?"

"You didn't bother me, but I will make you a bowl of hangover soup anyway, right?" Liu Wangcai brought out the pork rib soup in the food box, and said, "We forgot to prepare sour plums, and there are none in the shop here." , I was thinking about getting you a bowl of pork rib soup, but I found the shop owner to explain it to me, and Mi Mingwei was beaten up."

Zhong Qiyun heard the words, glanced at Liu Wangcai, and realized that the corner of his chin was indeed blue. Zhong Qiyun was a little surprised, so he asked, "What's the matter? Did you learn a little bit of Sangha language and speak it incorrectly, making people feel uncomfortable?" Do you think you are finding fault on purpose?"

Liu Wangcai snorted, with an inexplicable grievance on his face, "It would be better if I said something wrong."

"what?"

"I only figured it out this morning. Pei Wu told me that the area where we live and this shop all believe in some kind of god. They don't eat cows and pigs. I asked them to make me a bowl of pork bones last night. Soup...they said no, I told them to find a way..."

After hearing this, Zhong Qiyun laughed unkindly, "Come on, I don't know what your mouth is, and you must have said something that angered the store."

Liu Wangcai did not deny it, and took out a bowl of haggis soup from the food box and handed it to Zhong Qiyun, "I was beaten because of you, brother Zhong? Tell me, does this count as the 'work-related injury' you mentioned?" '?"

Zhong Qiyun took the soup bowl and took a few sips, "Let's count it as half."

"Half is not bad." After Zhong Qiyun finished drinking the soup, he said to Zhong Qiyun again: "Just now Mr. Zhang came and said he had something to see you, and you were still asleep at that time, so he asked me to bring you a sentence." .”

"how?"

"He said that he was planning to go to Shendu together, and he would not return to Daqing for the time being, to see if you can arrange it."

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