Su Qingbai was a little dazed while drinking, his father was convicted and dismissed overnight, and he will be exiled soon.
—Although this is said, it is actually much better than exile. The emperor only sent their family back to their original place, confiscated all their property and fields, but returned the few houses in their hometown to them. My hometown is close to the border, and it is a bit desolate, so it is considered exile. They are not allowed to do coolies every day, they are only required to go to the yamen to sign in at the beginning of each month.
After a burst of irritability, Su Qingbai took a sip of wine.
Even so, Su Qingbai is still worried about his future life. In the past sixteen years, relying on his father being the prime minister, he has done all kinds of ridiculous things. The only serious thing he has done - reading, he can barely read a few words That's all.
"Grandpa~"
A beauty walked over from a distance, pulling back Su Qingbai's thoughts.
Looking at the beauty's pretty face and graceful figure, Su Qingbai glanced away, unable to feel any charm, he held the wine glass tightly.
Now that the family property has been confiscated, fortunately he once lent Zhou Chang a sum of money, and he came here today to make an appointment with Zhou Chang to ask for the money.
Their hometown is no better than the capital, especially the village where his father used to live. There is not even a restaurant. I remember that he went back once. For a few days, the rice was cooked by his mother.
His mother is a rich lady. She usually recites poems and composes lyrics, or is a female celebrity, and cooks...Su Qingbai's unfilial words are simply hard to swallow.
Their family would be better off with that money.
Withdrawing his thoughts, Su Qingbai looked at the moon outside the window and frowned, Zhou Chang hasn't come yet...
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Zhou Chang still hadn't come.
Su Qingbai couldn't help but hammered down the table, didn't wait any longer, got up and left with a jug of wine.
Obviously, Zhou Chang didn't intend to pay him back.
…
"roll!"
In the night before spring, the wind was bitterly cold, Su Qingbai was shivering in the wind wearing only his obscene clothes. The beauty was still affectionate towards him just now, so tender, but suddenly she turned ruthless.
A gust of cold wind blew, Su Qingbo flinched, his coat was taken away to pay for the wine, so he had to wrap his underwear tighter.
Arched body, holding arms with both hands, Su Qingbai was so cold that he could not return the money, Su Qingbai, who had nothing to do, finally decided to go home.
Everyone says that the night in the capital is more beautiful than other places, but Su Qingbai can't appreciate these things, he really doesn't understand those literati, those who have warm quilts at night and are gentle, don't go to the countryside, and come to this street to suffer from the cold.
Just waiting for Zhou Chang, Su Qingbai drank a lot of wine, his alcohol capacity is not good, and he has not recovered yet, coupled with the cold wind at night in February, his legs are trembling while walking.
On weekdays, he only cared about having fun, and he was as weak as a chicken, and drank a few mouthfuls of yellow soup. At this moment, a ten-year-old doll would probably be able to clean him up.
Walking to a small alley, due to the strong wind, there was a woo-woo sound pouring into the alley.
The voice was so piercing that Su Qingbai felt shaky, he was still a young man, he hadn't read many serious books, but he had read many books about ghosts and strange tales. He couldn't help turning his head away, when the wind blew the unknown thing in the alley, a black shadow swayed there, Su Qingbai swallowed, he suddenly remembered those spirit-calling banners that magic sticks always use to bluff people .
Su Qingbai kept scaring himself in his heart, and his legs became weaker.
The wind suddenly became stronger, there was a lot of strange noises in the alley, and the "Spirit Calling Banner" shook for a while, scaring Su Qingbai to run away, ghost!
It's okay if you don't shout, but when Su Qingbai shouted, there was a burst of panting in the alley.
Su Qingbai's heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out.
The next moment, he was dragged into the alley by one hand.
Su Qingbai was stunned, before he could react, he fell into a hot embrace.
It's personal.
If he hadn't peed in the restaurant just now, Su Qingbai felt that he would pee his pants in fright.
"Don't...don't kill me." After trembling, Su Qingbai closed his eyes.
His first thought was whether this man had come to seek revenge.
Su Qingbai has offended many people with his cheap and owed words.
The man didn't speak, only panted heavily, and pressed him against the wall tightly.
When the wind blew, Su Qingbai's thin underwear was cool, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was really scared to pee his pants.
Before Su Qingbai went to check whether he peed his pants, someone checked for him.
Su Qingbai couldn't help trembling from the hot big hands even though they were separated by a layer of clothing. In an instant, Su Qingbai was overwhelmed by the other party's strong desire.
It took Su Qingbai half a beat to realize what this man wanted to do.
But... he is a man, not a woman!
The man didn't know what Su Qingbai was thinking, and without thinking about it, he pulled Su Qingbai deeper into the alley.