SFS Chapter 21 5 Points Drunk
Chapter 21 5 Points Drunk
"...It's...uh..." Young Master Si let out words with unclear meanings, and managed to utter a complete sentence, "Uncle Zhong prepared the meal, and I didn't finish the painting."
Yang Yi chuckled, and said in a low voice, "Okay. I'll wait for you to finish painting."
He squeezed two soft and slippery cheeks, and withdrew his hands contentedly.
Before Si Shaoliu could lament the loss of temperature, he was filled with another joy.
He shook his head again and again, with a smile on his lips, but he didn't know it. "No, let's go eat first. I, I'm just hungry too, so I'll draw tomorrow."
As soon as the words fell, it was discovered that the preface did not match the postscript.Didn't Yang Yi say that he will draw again tomorrow?
He was confused for a moment, and heard Yang Yi's low smile next to his ear.So I understood that this person lied to him.Si Shaoliu lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling in the wind, and his flying mood suddenly sank.
"I forgot, I'm so drunk and confused. I just said that I will hang up the lamp for you tomorrow. Let's take a look, my uncle said something wrong, can I accompany you to draw tomorrow?" It is so soft and gentle that one can get addicted to it just by looking at it.
Yang Yigai squeezed Si Shaoliu's chin, so Si Shaoliu took a look at him, and his heart sank into the pond named Yang Yi, drifting back and forth, unable to reach the shore.
All Si Shaoliu could do was to agree softly: "En."
Si Shaoliu was willing to believe what Yang Yi said.He really couldn't tell if Yang Yi was joking with him, or if he was really confused.But this does not prevent Si Shaoliu from trusting Yang Yi and believing whatever he says.
Yang Yi pulled Si Shaoliu to stand up, only then did Si Shaoliu realize that he had not let go of Yang Yi's hand.It was another blushing and heartbeat, not daring to speak.
Yang Yi naturally found out, but he only thought the child was nervous.He has an elder heart with fists and fists.In the past, all I saw were rough old men with loud voices, and it was the first time I got close to a little fairy boy like a white rabbit, who was the flesh and blood of a righteous brother and sister, and my love was overflowing.
He held Si Shaoliu's hand and felt cold, so he took off his coat and put it on Si Shaoliu's shoulder.He bent his waist and lowered his head, and the hot air sprayed on Si Shaoliu's neck and ears when he spoke: "The smell is a bit strong, so don't dislike it when you take it. It's cold outside, so take off your clothes and change when you get indoors."
Si Shaoliu nodded and grabbed the collar of his suit: "But you drank a lot?"
Seeing that there was nothing abnormal about him, Yang Yi seemed to have a broken nose, so he felt confident and boldly walked towards the room with his arms around Si Shaoliu's shoulders.He really liked his limp little nephew, so he also liked to be close to him.
"The body is drunk, but the mind is awake." Yang Yi said, "It can be regarded as half drunk."
Si Shaoliu couldn't quite understand, so Yang Yi scratched his nose, "Just listen and listen, there is no need to delve deeper."
Then don't think too much.
Yang Yi's room is divided into an inner room and an outer room.Yang Yi took a bath and changed clothes in the inner room, while Si Shaoliu sat on the table in the outer room, waiting for Butler Zhong to serve the food.
The food was ready, Yang Yi was still in the room, Lao Zhong asked Si Shaoliu to move the chopsticks first.Si Shaoliu has to wait.
I have been waiting for this for a long time, and there is still a little time left.Naturally, they had to wait for Yang Yi to come out before eating together.
Yang Yi came out covered in moisture, and sat next to Si Shaoliu: "Let's eat."
Socializing is drinking, and going home is eating.Yang Yi was full of drinks, so he only had a hot meal when he got home.
Si Shaoliu brought the prepared hot soup in front of him, which was neither cold nor hot.Under the bright light, he didn't dare to look at Yang Yi. He lowered his eyes and whispered: "Drink the soup first, hangover. If you get drunk, you will have a headache tomorrow."
So Yang Yi felt that the wine in his stomach had turned into water, and he felt very refreshed.
Thinking that in the future, there will be a person waiting for him to go home, waiting for him to eat at the same table, and warming a bowl of hot soup for him, I feel very ironic.There was a fire under my heart, very hot and very comfortable.What the eldest brother and the second sister sent is not a trouble, but a treasure.
However, this baby is a picky eater who needs to be carefully raised.
Yang Yi and Si Shaoliu ate too much at the same table, and found that his Zhaozhao was really a little white rabbit that only ate vegetable leaves.
In the evening, there is still a combination of meat and vegetables, with fish and meat, but Si Shaoliu still concentrates on adding green side dishes to his rice bowl.Yang Yi couldn't help but put a chopstick of prawns into Si Shaoliu's bowl: "Children are picky eaters, so they won't grow up."
Si Shaoliu buried his head in the rice bowl, he stared at the dying prawn, looked at each other in blank dismay, and had nowhere to start.Naturally, you can't show your timidity in front of Yang Yi, but you can't let Yang Yi look down on yourself, he is a young master who doesn't work hard and doesn't discriminate cleanliness.
Although...it's true...but it won't work in front of Yang Yi.
Si Shaoliu put down his chopsticks, pinched the tail of the prawn, recalled the teacher's action of peeling the prawn, pinched off the head and tail, pulled the shell of the prawn, once, twice and three times, it's done, it's done.
The oily soup flowed down from the fingertips, staining the plain white hands.
Yang Yi often sees Si Shaoliu painting, writing and playing the piano.He still paints, and every time he comes back, he can often see Si Shaoliu sitting on the steps in front of the study, holding a brush to paint bright or dull colors.
The sky is either dim or drowsy.The light is either bright or dim.Only this person, quietly, is painting his picture, waiting for him.
Plain white hands, slender and small, light blue meridian cloth.Holding a paintbrush, adjusting colorful paints, grinding a pile of ink with appropriate shades, and stroking a qin melody of Yangchun Baixue or Xialibaren.How wonderful, how beautiful.
These hands are those who hold the pen and those who play the piano, so they should not be stained with any dirt or dust.
Yang Yi immediately regretted it, took out a handkerchief to wrap Si Shaoliu's hands, and wiped off the juice carefully.Si Shaoliu couldn't control his beating heart, he just stared at Yang Yi's hands wrapped around his.
"Try it, is this shrimp delicious?"
Yang Yi let go of Si Shaoliu's hand, and Si Shaoliu commanded and moved, swallowed it without knowing what it was like, so he replied: "Very good."
Yang Yi took another piece of fish with chopsticks, picked out the thorn carefully before putting it into Si Shaoliu's bowl: "How about trying this again?"
"Excellent."
At this time, even if it was a poisonous dagger delivered by Yang Yi himself, he could swallow it, so it's good to say it.
"Do you want to eat braised pork?" Yang Yi asked him, and found that Si Shaoliu was out of his mind, and said, "If you like it, you like it. If you don't want to eat it, tell me. Don't be restrained in front of me, and don't try to save face. This is Your family, I am not an outsider, you just tell me."
Si Shaoliu's eyes were on his face, so he nodded, "Shrimp is good, fish is good too. It's just that I don't like greasy food."
Yang Yi was pleased with his frankness, and smiled a little: "That's good. Come on, eat and see, it's all lean meat, I'll remove the oil for you."
He picked off the fat from the braised pork, put it on the edge of the plate to remove the oil, and then put it in Si Shaoliu's bowl.
Si Shaoliu took a sip, and it was really delicious.Boldly, he put a chopstick of shrimp into Yang Yi's bowl, and said like a mosquito, "You eat it too."
Yang Yi smiled again: "Okay."
Then there was a shelled and whole shrimp in Si Shaoliu's bowl.He looked at Yang Yi, who was biting the head of the shrimp, and turned to peel the second one.He seemed to have eyes on his shoulders, Si Shaoliu looked over and said, "One and half."
Half for one person, the shrimp head is for me, and the shrimp meat is for you.
Si Shaoliu's heart trembled, and he quickly buried his face in his job bowl, not daring to look at Yang Yi again.How could he not love this person.
He remembered the first day he met Yang Yi, and Yang Yi said that he would accompany him to draw pictures, so he really stayed with him all day.
In the morning, the two of them had breakfast together.He went to the study to practice calligraphy, and Yang Yi practiced a few big characters with him.He put out the cinnabar painting, and Yang Yi would help him grind the ink.Later when Yang Yi went out, he sat on the steps and drew pictures, waiting for Yang Yi to come back.He left a place by his side, and when Yang Yi came back in the evening, he went to his side, watching him draw for a while, sobered up, and the two of them went to have dinner together.
Such a good time.It has been going on since the second day.Occasionally, Yang Yi would leave for a few days, and then wait for Yang Yi to go home and start living like this again.
Reading, painting, calligraphy, and playing the piano were only his business, but with Yang Yi, it became the two of them.He plays the piano, he listens.He practiced calligraphy and accompanied him.He draws, he looks.He reads, and he can argue with him.How nice.
They can talk about so many things and say so many words.Chatting from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, from the bald pen of Wen Quxing to the red thread of Yue Laolao's dizzy eyes.
We can even talk about the future.Yang Yi said that when Zhaozhao grows up, when Zhaozhao thinks you have grown up, spread your wings and fly by yourself.He said, Uncle will be under you.If you keep flying, keep flying.If there is an accident, the rainstorm and the wind will unfortunately fall down, and my uncle will follow you below.
How could Si Yuanzhao not like Yang Yi who said these words to him.
But he still didn't dare to look at him openly, only dared to quietly, quietly look at him, and then again.
The first side is that he is arbitrarily moved.Inquiring about his deeds, collecting his handwritten manuscripts, and quietly drawing his appearance are all secretly liked by him.Although it was extremely happy, it was not like it is now.It seems that the heart no longer belongs to him, and every beat has become Yang Yi's special property.
How happy it is to like someone quietly in your heart, even if there is no result, even if you have never asked for a result.
How lucky he was, when he first fell in love, he met a man named Yang Yi.Yang Yi is powerful, Yang Yi is handsome, and Yang Yi is far away.Satisfy all the thoughts and wishes of a secret admirer.
And how unfortunate, when he had a soft spot, he fell in love with a person named Yang Yi.Yang Yi is considerate, Yang Yi is gentle, Yang Yi is by his side, and we meet each other every day.So seeing him more, talking to him more, spending more time with him, is always full of affection, love is like a tide, and my heart is irresistible.
Yang Yi, once, I liked you so much.Put you in a very high place, offer it up, and pay homage to it.You are a god, and I am one of your many admirers.You won't know, and neither will anyone but myself.
Yang Yi, now, I like you so much.But I can't help but hold you next to me and hold you in my arms. It's best to get along day and night, and it's best to spend a lifetime together.I know I can't, but I can't be myself.
How to do it.In my heart, there is a you.But I can't let anyone know.You can't, the teacher can't, and parents can't do it.
I have entrusted my poems, books, qin and paintings all my life. After counting them carefully, there is no one who can express my heart.Only painting, only painting.Draw you and me one by one, only I know.