Chi Guang

As soon as Lu Miao got angry, she was so angry that she wanted to poke Ye Jing to death, and she was about to slam the cue into the opposite face: "I don't admit losing, I'm not frank at all, you think you can steal an imported curly chicken and put it on your head? Small belly and chicken intestines!"

"Bah! Your father, I didn't lose!" Ye Jing threw away the cue, and stared back fiercely with a pair of red phoenix eyes: "You four-eyed toad! Believe it or not, grandpa, I will stab your lungs out with a stick!"

"Smelly curly hair!"

"Damn toad!"

"You can't afford to lose!"

"You're crazy!"

"You eat instant noodles without seasoning!"

"You eat instant noodles without pancakes!"

Primary school chickens quarreled, and they were so angry that they had no nutrition. Mu Shihai took a step forward and pulled Ye Jing away who was fighting like a black-eyed chicken: "What else do you want?"

"Don't pull me!" Ye Jing gritted his teeth: "I want to fight this stinky toad to the death."

As soon as Lu Miao heard this, she rushed forward again: "Come on! Talk! What is the competition! Let's talk first, the loser will call the winner three times Dad, dare you!"

"Why don't you dare!" Ye Jing looked around and pointed at the corner of the wall: "That's it!" Everyone turned around in unison—several boxes of wine were piled up in the corner, white, yellow, red, everything.

"Then I'll be the referee!" Huang Jing jumped up and raised her hand: "I can mix wine!"

The billiards room was temporarily used as a bar, and bottles of colorful foreign wine were lined up on the stage. Xu Chichuan was a little worried, and tried to persuade Lu Miao to rein in the precipice: "Are you sure? Sanshui, Mu Shihai said Ye Jingsan He started stealing his father's wine when he was [-] years old."

Lu Miao waved her hand: "No problem, I'll let you watch, Dad will charge you an extra brother today!"

The long spoon was attached to the upper part of the thumb and index finger and swayed back and forth. With a smile in his eyes, Xie Zihuang watched the mixing pot rotate and shake clockwise with the girl's skillful hands.Ah Jing's shake&stir is really a true biography of her mother-in-law.Lu Miao had only drunk half of it, and the ten glasses of bomb wine in front of Ye Jing had all bottomed out, and even added the second round without changing his face.Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Xu Chichuan approached Mu Shihai and whispered, "I think Sanshui is going to be Ye Jing's son."

"Don't worry," Mu Shihai squeezed his hand: "I have a measure."

Twenty milliliters of soda water, one lime and one yellow lemon, ten mint leaves, thirty milliliters of rum and ice cubes, Xie Zihuang was quite proud to reach out to pick it up—the next moment he watched Huang Jing take the Mo Ji Tuo gave it to Liu Yiyu.Tequila Sunrise, Long Island Iced Tea, Bloody Mary, Margarita... Bright and lively cocktails of different styles are constantly conjured from the hands of girls like magic tricks. The game scene becomes a wine tasting conference. Yang Yu and Su Pingran was already a little drunk, and walked through the small garden holding hands and singing folk songs to the moon.

Mu Shihai was leaning against the balcony with a glass of classical music in his hand. The cold bitter orange liquid flowed over the hockey puck, and a hook of light gold hung in the dark blue sky.After hesitating again and again, he still dialed the phone.

The bell rang three times, and a very gentle female voice came from the receiver: "Hello? Xiao Hai, happy birthday."

"Mom," the ice ball in the cup slowly melted, and Mu Shihai's deep voice was a little blurred by the wind: "How do you know it's me?"

"Today is your birthday," Yang Shushu chuckled, "I've been waiting for this call since last night."

"I'm sorry," half of the wine in the glass was drunk: "I just called you now."

"Xiao Hai, you don't need to apologize, the person who should say sorry has never been you;"

"Mom knows;"

The knuckles absorb the cold and become stiff, making it difficult to move, and the meekness that is hard to see under the clear moonlight is even more fragile.

"Don't take the risk and contact me secretly again," Yang Shushu warned carefully: "Don't try to anger your father;"

"You are my child, this is a fact that no matter how much he does;"

"If you are not strong enough to fight against him, don't fly moths to the fire and use eggs to hit rocks;"

"You can hate him and hate him, but don't fall into resentment and cannot extricate yourself;"

"Baby, go find your sun, don't get stuck in the mud;"

"Mom has no other extravagant wishes, I just hope you are safe;" the woman paused, her tone became lighter: "Did you make a wish this year?"

"Yes."

"Huh? What did you promise?"

"……can not say."

"Okay, then don't talk about it." The soft tone is like the breeze in April in the valley: "Did you receive any gifts you like?"

Mu Shihai looked down at the bead on his right hand, a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

"From Ye Jing?"

"No," the small drops of water condensed on the wall of the cup wet the tiger's mouth, and there was still a small half of a crushed ice puck in the cup: "It's a...very cute child."

"As long as you like;"

"Xiaohai, mother believes in the conservation of energy, and God will repay what is lost in other ways;"

"Mom will send the gift to Uncle Ye's house, remember to get it."

"Happy birthday."

Yang Shushu said this before hanging up the phone.

The wine in the glass was drained in one gulp, and the last sip of residual ice melted in his fiery throat.