Faraway Wanderers

Chapter 55: Wall root

Walking path, Luoyang River, Lanyuan is not empty, pedestrians are getting old. It is said that there are infinite Yan Zhao daughters. On the golden ladder, the wind and the wind blow from the east of Luoyang, and the wind passes from the west of Luoyang.

The rule broke, and someone was drunk with the wine.

East is everywhere, the bustling is old, there are a few thin horses on the official road, are walking leisurely.

The two men were long and sturdy, just one of them, with some sickness on their faces, hanging a hip flask around their waists, and not rushing to drink, just holding it in their hands, shaking it all at once, including I tasted it for a while, then swallowed slowly, I don't know what I was thinking. A tiger-headed teenager followed behind them.

It was Zhou Zishu and his party who came out of Fang Shu.

Wen Kexing looked on the side and found that the person took a sip and then a sip. Then it took a long time for a large pot to reach the bottom. When he saw it, he couldn't help but send him in his mouth to hold him. The forearm said, "Alcohol, almost?"

Zhou Zishu glanced at him obliquely, changed the hip flask and said, "The tube is so wide, are you my daughter-in-law?"

Wen Kexing then reached out to grab his hip flask, and said in a straight line: "Even the skin relatives have it. Can you just throw me away?"

Zhou Zishu laughed as he saw Zhaozhao Zhao: "I'm afraid you're widowhood."

Wen Kexing, regardless of Zhang Chengling's presence, continued to say shamelessly: "It's okay, anyway, now I can't see or use it. I also keep my eyes open every night."

Zhou Zishu slipped his hands, and the jug was taken away by Wen Kexing.

Zhang Chengling put his head down behind them, almost trying to get into the seam.

Wen Kexing took his jug, took a big sip, and smiled at Zhou Zishu, squinting, and said, "Wine is not good wine, but it tastes really good, good."

Zhou Zi Shuran looked at him for a while, and suddenly urged the horse to get closer, and put it in his ear, saying, "Mrs. Is this a lonely sleepless sleep / dissatisfaction? I really treat you badly for my husband, I wash it at night and wait I must call you ... "

Wen Kexing was so impatient that he was empty, and the jug was snatched back.

Zhou Zishu learnt his look and slanted his eyes. The corners of his eyes were slightly narrow. When he glanced over, he didn't see a bit of charming. Instead, he couldn't tell the meaning of narrowing. He proudly lifted the jug toward Wen Kexing. He waved a few times and then took a big sip of contentment.

However, I suddenly felt that a small thing slipped into my mouth. Zhou Zishu spit it out and spit it out. At that time, he almost jumped directly from the horse's back-it was actually a small walnut!

Zhou Zishu's appetite was as if he was spitting out of his mouth, not a small walnut kernel, but a human brain, glaring at Wen Ke Road: "You foolish!"

Wen Kexing hurriedly humbly said, "Where and where, transferee!"

With a blank face, Zhou Zishu pointed at him and said, "You ..." I felt that my stomach was tumbling. I felt nauseous no matter how I felt, but couldn't help but think about it.

Wen Kexing came slowly and took one of his hands. He actually put out his tongue, rolled a roll on the palm of his hand, and rolled away the small walnut kernel. He chewed a few times and laughed, "Sangong, you all So grown-up, what about picky eaters? It's just too ridiculous. "