Next to Hyacinth, the Wind Traveler's number has already stopped on the side of the road.

"cheers!"

The voices of the four people overlapped to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.

There are many delicious meals on the table.

Andaoyuan could not resist the spoiled girl of silver-haired sex, so she opened the wine jar with dragons, phoenixes, flowers, plants, fish and birds, poured out the rice wine contained in this type of vessel, and prepared a small cup for her.

After all, now is the annual celebration, so it is a bit relaxed and harmless.

"What are the good times and beautiful scenery?"

The Fengfeng courtyard surrounded by big trees looks even more warm. The stars are scattered on the red brick and blue tiles through layers of branches and leaves, giving it a layer of silver color.

Fireworks in the distance flew through the air, and friends in the near distance. When the last ray of moonlight escaped from the shade of the clouds, Ando looked around and saw the twilight mist in the entire Tokyo capital was clear and the stars and moons were lingering.

The lights of thousands of homes are slightly flickering, light and dark, creating a beautiful and peaceful night. People are immersed in this quiet atmosphere.

Andaoyuan couldn't help but get drunk. He raised the wine in his glass and couldn't help but smile with a slightly drunken smile: "This wine is like a flower sculpture, but it's not."

Huadiao Wine, Zhuangyuanhong, and Daughterhong. They are actually the same wine. They evolved from the ancient "daughter wine", but they have different names due to the different drinking situations.

As early as the Song Dynasty, every family in Shaoxing could make wine. Whenever a family gave birth to a girl, they would choose several jars of wine on the day of the full moon, and asked someone to carve letters and paint them to indicate good fortune (usually, various flower patterns, figures, birds and beasts, landscapes, pavilions, etc.), and then sealed in a mud cellar.

When the daughter grows up and goes out of the cabinet, take out the old wine in the cellar and ask the painter to draw "hundred plays" on the jar, such as "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", "Dragon and Phoenix Show Abundance", "Chang'e Flying to the Moon", etc., and pair it with auspicious and wishful thinking, flowers and full moon, and treat the guests with wine, which is called the daughter red; if the daughter dies before she reaches adulthood, then the wine is called "Flower" wine - that is, Huadiao wine.

So there is a saying that "I come to the jar of the daughter Hong, and I will never drink Huadiao." So I don't know where Sanxiao came from.

If Andaoyuan said this, it is probably not as smooth as usual.

Shiyin Shintani looked at him gently: "An Jun, you are drunk."

"Yes, I'm a little drunk, too."

He did not refute.

Being drunk is just drunk, it's pretty good.

"But tonight, I'm afraid I can't go to study."

He sighed gently, and suddenly became interested. He picked up the bamboo flute and leaned against the fence on the edge of the moonlight in the courtyard.

The song "Travel to Gusu" slowly sounded during this festival, accompanied by the trade wind, and fell into the beautiful scenery in the distance.

The purpose of visiting Suzhou (known as Susu in ancient times) was originally intended to mean the beautiful scenery of the ancient city of Suzhou and the pleasant mood of people when visiting.

At this moment, in Andaoyuan's hands, it turned into a greeting for the festival.

perhaps.

Miss Hyacinth in the distance will also appreciate his mood at the moment when she hears such an impromptu tune.

“It sounds so nice.”

Xue sat obediently at the door and looked at him. This time, she was not drunk, but Andaoyuan was a little drunk.

Andaoyuan couldn't remember when he fell asleep in bed.

But the next day, he could still wake up on time when the morning came.

After all, it’s not a hangover. Perhaps the alcoholic feeling has long disappeared with the operation of the body’s functions.

He looked at his quilt not covering him at all.

Instead, it covered Xue's body, and most of the bed was covered with her long silver hair and her subtle breathing.

Andaoyuan helped hold his head and whispered: "Why are you running to my bed again?"

He didn't take off his clothes last night, so he didn't have to do anything. He walked out of the room and knocked on the door as he left: "Xiaoxue, get up quickly, we have to go to Kyoka's shrine to worship."

The silver-haired girl got up in confusion, and then said cutely and surprisedly: "Good morning~, huh, Andaoyuan, why did you secretly open my door today?"

Andaoyuan pointed to the room, said in a gentle voice, and then went to wash up: "You can take a closer look at whose room this is."

Xue yawned a little, then opened her beautiful eyes widened and then fell into thinking: "It's strange, how could I run to Andoyuan's room."

Then her little face turned red and she hurriedly covered herself with a quilt.

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But she didn't remember at all, even the quilt was from Andaoyuan.

"Shiyin, why don't you remind me?"

Andaoyuan said helplessly.

"I don't know that this will happen. You played the flute until very late last night. I helped you clean up the bed and went back to bed. Unexpectedly, Xue helped you over and snatched your quilt."

She didn't feel angry. If she thought about this sentence carefully, she might just have a faint envy.

But Shiyin Shintani definitely can't do such a thing.

"If I get drunk again next time, it seems I will ask you."

Andaoyuan said calmly while preparing breakfast.

Shiyin suddenly asked in a jokey tone: "Aren't you afraid that I will do this kind of thing too?"

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

He is a gentleman, but he will not stay away from such things, just let it go.

It was a bit confusing to say Shiyin. After all, she was actually a little bad at dealing with such things, so she anxiously changed the topic.

"We'd better prepare breakfast."

On the endless sea of ​​ice, An Minghui walked on the frozen sea, with a Milky Way running across the sky above his head, and the huge black shadows of whales swam under the ice.

At the sea level of the distant ice sea, a huge white moon was slowly rising. The half-month wheel rose above the ice surface. The half-month wheel was still below the sea level. The craters on the moon surface could be clearly seen. The shadow of the half-month moon reflected the half-month moon, and formed a perfect circle with the half-month white moon in the sky.

An old man was fishing in the shadow of the moon, with a long sea rod hanging above an ice cave, and a dark blue sea water in the ice cave.

"Can you catch fish?" An Minghui stopped behind the old man, pulled out a cigarette from his arms and lit it casually, "However, fishing during the New Year's Eve is really very atmosphere."

It is unnecessary to think about it that the old man who is fishing is a member of the senior night watchman, but such a scene cannot be a natural scene, and will only appear in the paintings of abstract artists, or, another world.

The only people who can visualize this kind of picture are extraordinary people.

"I'm old, I don't remember how many times I've spent year after year. Just like fishing, the moment the fish gets hooked is no longer critical to me."
Chapter completed!