At the dinner table, Long Xiaoyu sat upright, and it was this posture all night long.
He still moved his hands when eating and drinking, but now that the bowl is empty and the wine is gone, he sits with his hands on his knees like a Buddha, motionless.
Mu Ziling came back after seeing off his parents-in-law, and tugged at the hem of his clothes: "Both parents have gone back to rest, let's go too."
Long Xiaoyu sat without moving or making a sound.
Mu Ziling glanced at the overwhelmed wine bottles on the ground, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Are you drunk?"
"Not drunk." He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the empty bowl on the table, and said in a low voice, "It's over, the concubine's vegetables are all eaten."
Mu Ziling only vaguely heard a few words, and was somewhat suspicious: "Aren't you full?"
"I'm full." Long Xiaoyu took her hand and touched his belly: "Touch it, is it round?"
Mu Ziling: "..." She felt that he must be drunk.
The servants on the side are still waiting to clean up, but this Buddha has no intention of leaving.
Not sure if he was really drunk, but in order to avoid the possibility that the majestic city lord might make jokes when he was drunk, Mu Ziling hurriedly sent the servants away: "It's getting late, you all go down first, and come clean up tomorrow morning. "
"Yes." The servants responded and retreated one after another.
Mu Ziling's hands froze and did not move. Long Xiaoyu's holding her hand was not enough, so he took her other hand, and groped his firm belly.
He raised his eyes and asked her again: "Is it round?"
The corners of his eyes and cheeks were faintly red, and his eyes were covered with a hazy color, like the air outside after the rain, with dense water vapor, his appearance was four parts drunk, three parts bewildered, two parts docile, and one part Childish.
Really drunk?
Mu Ziling was startled in disbelief.
He seldom drank alcohol, and even if he drank, he drank lightly. She had never seen him drunk before.
Now he looks a bit like Little Martian when he was sleepy, with harmlessness and purity written all over his face.
Mu Ziling was stunned for a long while without saying a word.
Seeing that she didn't move, Long Xiaoyu was a little dissatisfied: "Every time after eating, the mother concubine will touch Yu'er's stomach to see if she is full." He let her go and let her touch it by herself: "You too Touch, touch quickly, am I full?"
Mother concubine
This is drunk and became a dragon at the age of three, and he still treats her like a mother
Mu Ziling was a little speechless, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
During this meal in the evening, although he said very little, his actions were so considerate that people had nothing to say.
It was once rumored by the world that he was cold and heartless, but he did not know that he had a heart warmer than anyone else. He hid his affection for Mrs. Yunjin in the deepest part of his heart, and he also hid the deepest part of his heart. Lack and fragility are hidden together so that no one can see them.
"Touch it, it's not round." Long Sansui was urging her again, his eyes blinking, as if he was asking for praise.
The city lord is not making a joke, just... just so cute that people want to laugh.
Mu Ziling tensed and couldn't hold back the corners of her lips that wanted to rise, and slowly and slowly.
Fine!
It's not bad to be a mother.
Mu Ziling said that she absolutely did not take advantage of the opportunity... She stretched out her "maternal love" hand and stroked Long Sansui's belly back and forth.
It's not round at all, it's full of muscles, Mu Ziling's eyebrows and eyes are curved, and she has a loving mother's smile out of thin air: "This little belly is really round, it seems that I'm really full, our Yu'er is really full." Good, great."
Oh, look at her outspoken praise, she is definitely a loving mother who dotes on her baby.
Unexpectedly, Long Sansui was very unhappy at being praised, and frowned: "Mumu!"
"Um?"
His eyes were blurred, and his tone was very serious: "You can't be called Yu'er."
"Why?"
She was still thinking about how to give full play to her maternal glory.
"You are my wife," he corrected her confidently and loudly, "You must be called Ayu."
The brilliance of motherhood was extinguished as soon as it came on, and Mu Ziling couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you still recognize me? It seems that I am not drunk."
Long Xiaoyu stared at her, and her blurry eyes clearly reflected her appearance: "I'm not drunk!"
You can only be a ghost if you are not drunk.
Mu Ziling didn't argue with the drunk Long Sansui, she said softly, "It's getting late, let's go back to the house to rest, okay?"
"good."
His innate aura couldn't be hidden, but now he no longer had the indifference and intimidation that resisted people thousands of miles away, like a domesticated beast, docile and obedient.
"Can I still go?" Mu Ziling reached out to help him.
He said yes, don't help, and stretched out his hand to ask her to lead her away.
It was late at night, and it was raining, and the road was difficult to walk. Mu Ziling held a lantern in one hand, and a tumbler that was walking erratically in the other.
The air after the rain is very humid, and the evening primroses in the yard are damp and quietly blooming.
The person who said time and time again that he was not drunk staggered along the way and walked very unsteadily.
The person who had been quiet in front of his mother all night, was now led away by Mu Ziling, and started talking without warning.
"Mumu, do you like the dishes at night? Those dishes are made by my mother. They taste the same as when I was a child. They are not very delicious, but I finished all the dishes she gave me."
"The Huadiao Drunken Chicken made by my mother does not contain Huadiao stuffing, but lemon. It is very sour and a bit unpalatable, but I like it."
"I can't spread the branches and leaves today. I drank and my mother let me drink. I can't refuse, and I can't make her sad."
"I'll just drink it this time, and I won't drink it in the future, Mumu, you can't drink alcohol either, you have to drink more chicken soup to replenish your body..."
In an intoxicating night, a drunken person chatters and babbles all the way, chanting non-stop, and when there is a puddle on the ground, he even knows to remind his wife to walk around.
Mu Ziling couldn't help but laugh.
No wonder I don't usually drink much. It turns out that she looks like this when she's drunk, and she's extremely well-behaved.
The person who had been obedient all the way suddenly stopped and didn't leave.
Mu Ziling pulled him, but did not move: "What's wrong?"
Long Xiaoyu looked at her, his eyes were moistened by the rainy night, the shadows flickered and glowed: "I'm obedient."
Listening to him reading all the way, Mu Zi's heart has already softened into a mess: "Well, Ah Yu is very obedient."
Are you not very obedient? She was so obedient that she wanted to quickly take him back to the room and hide him.
The study is in front, and he complained: "You don't mean what you say."
"Ah?" Mu Ziling wondered, what did she say
"I don't sleep in the study!"
Long Xiaoyu let go of her hand, turned around and walked away, stumbling and nearly falling.
Mu Ziling hurried forward to help: "Who said you're going to sleep in the study?"
In the dead of night, he accused loudly: "You!"
"Shhh..." Mu Ziling quickly covered his mouth: "Be quiet, I'll make noise later."
He was obedient, accusing in a very low voice: "You."
(end of this chapter)