Crossing the river, after hesitating for a moment, he got out of the boat in the wind and snow.
"There are still two pots of hot wine wrapped in my cloth bag. If you don't dislike it, let's drink some to warm up!" The boatman shook his scull and said.
"Thank you."
Everyone said thanks, but Xue Xian was the only one who actually did it.
Xuanmin does not drink alcohol, nor is he afraid of the cold. Jiang Shining is a wild ghost, and he can't drink. Lu Twenqi has been in a daze since he got on the boat, obviously not in that mood. Shi Shizhang was shivering with cold, but he also wanted to take a sip. His mung bean-like eyes rolled around twice, but he didn't dare to reach out.
He thought that this group of people would not take him, and that they asked him to engrave those two spirit cards if they asked, and they would sweep him out the door. Unexpectedly, they actually wanted to take him across the river, probably because they wanted him to recognize the places he had been to.
This is not a bad thing for Shi Shizhang, after all, when he stays in the county, he can only sit in the house shivering every day. God knows how long he hid behind the hall with his sword in his arms before Xue Xian and Xuan Min broke into the courtyard. He secretly glanced at Xue Xian, thinking that although this ancestor was scary, he avoided his key points every time he struck a thunderbolt, so it could be seen that it would not kill him. There is no harm in following them except for a bit of courage.
Xue Xian held the jug in his hand, but did not intend to take a sip. In fact, he is burning his heart, where is there any chill that needs to be driven away. He didn't hold the jug to keep warm, on the contrary, he was to dissipate heat. Although the jug has been covered in layers of wraps, it has become more or less cold after drying on the river for so long.
But after staying in Xue Xian's hands for a while, the wine jug made a faint gurgling sound.
Except for Lu Twenqi, who was always silent, the eyes of several people in the boat's awning turned to the jug in Xue Xian's hand.
This is no longer warm wine, this is cooking wine!
Shitou stared at the jug with open eyes, shrinking his neck and holding his hands, wishing that he would form a ball and stuff it into the jug to be boiled together.
As soon as the heat came up, the aroma of the wine came out along the seams, and Shishi's eyes were straightened. He rubbed his palms like a fly rubbing his hands, and said, "Hey... this wine smells really good. When I do stone carvings, I like to take two bites. The belly is warm and the smell of the wine is steaming, and the hand feels good. ."
Secretly, he was almost hugging Xue Xian's leg and shouting, "Give me a sip!"
Jiang Shining couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he cupped Xue Xian with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Don't play with the ancestors, he's about to shake off the boat."
Xue Xian didn't hold back the heat at all, he burned the jug of wine and rolled it away, and gave it to Shishi Zhang, who was obsessed with it. Then he picked up another pot without stopping.
Shi Shizhang quickly caught it with the sleeve of his jacket, and held it in his arms. It seemed that he had come to life completely at this moment, and he sighed longly: "It's warmer, it's no joke that it's cold in the river."
Xue Xian vented the heat he had held back for a while, and threw the other pot to Shitou Zhang.
"Give me both pots?" Shito Zhang was flattered.
Xue Xian said angrily, "Why are you still awake from this dream?"
Stone Zhang Zhengyu asked again. Xuan Min, who was sitting beside the awning, had already taken the wine and handed it to the boatman who was shaking the oars.
Xue Xian glanced at him and said nothing.
For him, this is the default meaning, but...
Jiang Shining glanced at him calmly, and then glanced at Xuan Min. I don't know if it's his delusion or what. In the past two days, he always felt that there was something strange between the two. In other words, Xue Xian seemed a little weird. He seemed to be particularly focused on Xuanmin, and he was inexplicably ignored.
Of course, this ancestor also liked to stare at Xuan Min for trouble, and sometimes ignored it, but...
He stared at the two of them for a moment, then silently lowered his eyes and looked at the nose, nose and mouth. After all, they were both ancestors to a certain extent, and he couldn't afford to offend either of them.
Thinking so, he silently moved towards the corner of the canopy.
thump—
The passenger boat swayed suddenly, Shito Zhang was drinking wine with his head up, one of them failed to balance, and his elbow hit the boat awning.
"You look at the thin piece of bamboo strips, the weight is not small, the boat will shake when you move it." Xue Xian glanced at Jiang Shining.
"It's not this little master who swayed." The boatman shouted and took a few sips of hot wine, and his hair was much better. "This section of the river is like this, it's a bit confusing. Every summer and winter, boats sail in this area. There is always something to be overturned. Either the water is rising and the waves are strong, or the wind is strong enough to lift the boat. In the past two years, it has calmed down a lot.