Homecoming Speech

Chu He stared at Fu Danggui in a daze, as if in a daze, and leaned on Fu Danggui's thin lips, but he still had something to say, and said naturally: "Well, it's delicious, very sweet."

"Do you like it very much? I'll ask someone to get some more, so you won't be afraid of homesickness all the way south." Chu He said seriously while sitting on the chair in front of the table.

Fu Danggui touched the temperature of his lips with his bare hands, from thin cool to warm, and then thin cold again, he trembled his hands, and began to be a little greedy for this feeling, he put down his hands, and wanted to blame Chuhe, but saw Xiaofeng He brought the maidservant here, and couldn't help frowning calmly, and sat on the chair.

Xiaofeng packed up the colored ink on the scroll, and after writing, the servant girl brought out some side dishes.

The ink-colored curl is like the body fragrance of Fu Danggui, which has not dissipated, and it smells the fragrance of side dishes again.

"Are you okay drinking?" Fu Danggui looked at Chuhe's situation, knowing that the poison in his body was surging, and worried.

Chu He shook his head slowly, exhaled, his face was pale and beautiful against the moonlight, "It's okay." He opened his eyelids gradually, "I'm very happy to have a drink with you."

"Me too." Fu Danggui didn't know why, he knew that Chuhe often called himself an idiot, but he was not angry about it, on the contrary, he felt happy.

Chu He took over a lavender glazed cylindrical jar from Xiaofeng's hand, with exquisite butterfly flowers carved on it, concave and convex. Under the moonlight, the light refracted by the glazed glass was reflected on the sandalwood table, like pieces of broken pieces. Like broken jade, there is a faint sense of immortality.

He looked at the jar of southern grape fruit wine, his expression gradually drifted away, his blurred eyes seemed to be trapped in a dusty memory, and the silent moonlight also climbed into the air, and a touch of warmth suddenly appeared on his face With a smile, he said in a low voice, "Idiot, this is the Southern Country Wild Grape Wine."

Fu Danggui looked at the lavender liquid with great interest, which was as extraordinary as the dusty water falling from the sky. He raised his hand and gently opened the bottle, and a burst of strange fragrance entered the nasal cavity, making the mouth salivate.

Chuhe got up, Xiaofeng wrapped brocade in his hand, and took out two long-necked, crystal-clear glass cups.

The edges and corners around the cup are uneven with the rules of ink rhyme, and the moonlight reflects it, refracting colorful streamers.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately remind me. This is roughly the artistic conception." Fu Danggui was surprised, and said eloquently.

Chu He stroked his sleeves with his hand, and lifted the wine jar slightly. The lavender wine was broken into pieces under the moonlight. The water dripped into the wine glass, and the wine collided as it fell. , like a frost flower falling into a clear spring, it is extremely agile, and a beautiful picture scroll is formed in front of you.

The beauties, the wine and the beautiful scenery are exactly what Mo Yue said. Chu He poured the wine glass half full, and pushed one in front of Fu Danggui, "Mother's favorite drink was this wine when she was alive, and I also warmed up to this habit." , if you don’t drink it for a day, you will feel weak in your heart.”

"I used to drink alone." He smiled lonely, then paused again, "Danggui, drink with me from now on."

"After all, it can improve your drinking capacity." Chu He smiled again, with a bit of relief and satisfaction.

"Ah Chu, what you do always surprises me. You are clearly calm on the surface, but you have already done so many things in your heart." Fu Danggui murmured in a low voice, seeming to blame, shaken, and worried.

Chuhe's brows and eyes were full of smiles, and the two-color pupils reflected two completely different colors under the moonlight. Fu Danggui felt that his left and right faces looked like two people for a moment. Seeing the extremely complicated Chuhe in front of him, the Chuhe that made his heart beat.

"If you don't like it, I'll change it." His weak face was a little firm, with a tenderness that was different from the past, and the indifference had been completely hidden and disappeared.

Fu Danggui couldn't bear Chuhe losing himself, so he shook his head and said, "I'm very happy."

Chuhe's beautiful eyes reflecting the moonlight are crystal clear, and a smile is drawn on the corner of his mouth, just like the sweet scent of osmanthus, "Idiot, you are finally not so alien to me."

He clings to the glass cup with lavender wine in his bare hands, which has a unique aesthetic feeling that makes the moonlight lose its brilliance. He looks at Fu Danggui with ambiguous eyes, "Idiot, you know everything about me, don't you?" Should I tell you about you?"

"Achu, let me take it easy." Fu Danggui raised his glass in response, leaning on the glass with his plain hand, and fed the lavender wine into his mouth.

The thin lips gleamed with a crystal-clear lavender liquid, which attracted a seductive brilliance under the moonlight.

His face was flushed, Chu He shook his head and chuckled, and drank a glass of wine, but saw that the half-drunk and half-awake drink another glass of wine for himself and muttered in his mouth.

16 years ago, Fu Danggui was still a child, and Fu Murong hadn't returned to the imperial court yet. Like a couple of gods and gods, they took Fu Danggui to practice medicine.

He was seven years old that year, and because of his love for play, he left his mother who was seeing a doctor in the medical hut in the morning and went to play in the mountains not far away.

That day was the source of his painful memories, and when he thought about it many years later, he felt that since then, he had harmed his father.

At the beginning of the morning light, in the hazy fog, he was walking forward, but suddenly he heard the voice of a child shouting in the mountain stream.

Fu Danggui hurried over to see the handsome young boy, whose face was like fresh snow, leaning against the edge of the mountain stream and spring alone.

And beside him, there were a few men in black who were staring at him. He was dressed in tattered purple clothes, with many wounds on his body, and the black and red blood had infiltrated the clear spring of the mountain stream.

The strange thing is that there were many fish swimming in the clear spring of the mountain stream, but one by one they turned their white bellies and floated to the surface of the water, which was very strange.

The young boy's bright eyes were shining, Fu Danggui saw that his calm appearance was slightly different from ordinary people, he could clearly see the wounds all over his body, but there was no sign of fear in his eyes, he wondered in his heart, could he be a goblin?

But then I thought, how could this goblin be bullied by several people, not to mention that these adults bullied a child, forcing him to be like this, he may not be a good person.

Fu Danggui thought in his heart that he had no power to restrain the chicken, even if he wanted to save the young man, he might not be able to recover, but he couldn't just hide in the corner and watch.

At that time, he also learned a few martial arts from his father, but seeing the ferocious appearance of these men in black, he was afraid to move forward.

When he was nervous, he saw the young man looking straight at him. He gathered himself together, as if he really saw a monster, and screamed out.

For some reason, the young man's cheeks looked bumpy at this moment, as if there were insects swimming in it, isn't this a monster or something?My father and mother!this is too scary!