A meal lasted until two o'clock in the afternoon, and the life and death of the two uncles were at the hands of the younger generation. The elder uncle sang Peking opera when he was drunk, and the younger uncle had better wine. .
"My lady, my lady, please look at me, my lady."
"What's this?"
"This is a whisk made by a civet cat."
"what do you mean."
"This object is hidden in the palace, and it can often remind us to be prepared for danger in times of peace."
The eldest uncle speaks an authentic Beijing accent, and he spent many years in the capital when he was young.
The eldest aunt helped her staggering husband to walk out the door, while coaxing: "My lady won't look, my lady won't look. Let's go home quickly."
Mother Qin helped.
On the other end, the old man went out with his little uncle on his back.
Jiang Cheng and Zhang Yunxi waved, "Cousin, cousin, goodbye."
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes: "Goodbye."
Qin Baobao pushed his younger brother, "Are you okay?"
Qin Ze hiccupped loudly, and Qin Baobao, who smelled of alcohol, covered his nose.
Qin Ze laughed: "Xiaoer, come ten more altars." Then he plunged into his sister's bulging breasts.
Qin Baobao hurriedly supported his younger brother, and said to himself, it's fortunate that her sister has big breasts, otherwise she wouldn't be able to catch you, a drunk.
Qin Ze pushed his sister away again, and sang loudly with a blushing face: "I don't believe you can't fly with a bottle of Erguotou, I'll accompany you as much as you can... . . . "
Qin Baobao coaxed his younger brother: "Okay, okay, please accompany me, let's go to another place to continue drinking, and go with my sister."
What song is this? It sounds quite tasty.
"Don't be afraid of getting tired if you come to fight hard today, and you won't come back when you vomit blood at dawn." Qin Ze started howling again.
"Brother worked hard, my brother and the two uncles are both hurt, my sister will reward you with a sweet kiss." Qin Baobao continued to coax.
Qin Baobao walked to the room with his drunken younger brother, passed by the bathroom, Qin Ze pushed his sister away, threw himself on the toilet and vomited wildly. Qin Baobao hurriedly followed, and gently patted his back.
"If you don't know how to drink, drink less." Qin Baobao complained, it was the first time she saw her younger brother drunk like mud, the old man couldn't help his children to drink, but Qin Ze had a bad stomach since he was a child, so he rarely drank.
"Sister will help you go back to your room to rest." Qin Baobao pushed down the toilet and flushed away his brother's vomit.
Qin Ze suddenly shook off her hand, raised his bloodshot eyes, and said loudly, "Sister? I don't have a sister, I don't have a sister."
"Then who am I, your mother?" Qin Baobao said angrily.
Qin Ze stared at her for a while, then chuckled and said, "You're a girl, a pretty girl."
"Looks like I'm really dizzy from drinking." Qin Baobao didn't bother to argue with the drunk brother, "Okay, I'm a girl, it's fine if I'm a girl."
The younger brother and the two uncles drank two bottles of liquor and a dozen bottles of beer.
Qin Ze shook off his sister's hand again, and laughed: "Sister, do you have a boyfriend?"
"If not, would you mind having one?"
"If there is, how about another one?"
"Look at me, don't think about it."
Qin Baobao thought to himself, are you really drunk? You speak quite clearly.
He said: "No, no, I don't want to have it for the time being. Just forget it, I'm your sister, I can't be your sister, I will be immersed in a pig cage."
Qin Ze looked at her for a while, "vomit~" vomited again.
Qin Baobao covered his nose and patted him on the back.
After Qin Ze vomited, he dozed off by the toilet. Qin Baobao tried his best to support him, but he couldn't let him sleep here, what if he was thirsty and took a sip of it.
Drunk people are the most thirsty.
Qin Baobao said, sister will take you back to the room, there is a girl waiting there.
When Qin Ze heard this, he became happy, followed his sister back to the room, passed by Qin Baobao's room, and plunged into it, muttering about my sister, my sister.
Qin Baobao pulled him out with all his might, coaxing and deceiving: "There is no girl here, the girl is next door."
"Liar!" Qin Ze suddenly pushed his sister away, staggering, his face full of anger, "Mom said my sister is here, right here, you, you... don't try to lie to me."
Qin Baobao was stunned, looking at his younger brother who was flushed and delirious, she remembered an old incident many years ago, Qin Ze was ordinary since he was a child, although he was a bit handsome, but there was no harm without comparison, Qin Baobao was pink and cute when he was young , Everywhere you go, adults will praise you, and your parents will feel honored. Compared with my sister, my younger brother is an ugly duckling.
When Qin Baobao was young, he liked to show his superiority in front of his younger brother, and joked that he would not be able to marry a wife in the future. Children are innocent and innocent, and Qin Ze felt that he would not be able to marry a wife, so he ran to his mother and cried.
Qin's mother comforted her son, it doesn't matter if you can't marry a wife, and let your sister be your wife in the future. Finally, he coaxed his son into a smile.
Of course Qin's mother coaxed the child, but he had remembered it for so many years.
The softest part of Qin Baobao's heart was touched, he took his younger brother's arm, and said softly: "Okay, okay, my sister is here, you hurry up and sleep on the bed, she will come later."
Qin Ze immediately felt relieved, and lay down on his sister's bed, but he couldn't sleep, he had a severe headache, and he groaned on the bed.
Qin Baobao sat on the head of the bed, massaged his temples, and looked at his younger brother's face. In the silence of the room, a song came to her mind.
"Time is like a carefree song,"
"But it is full of notes of growth."
"Distressed, sad, and joyful."
"The boy's face is blurred in memory,"
"The back is fading away."
"Only remember the declaration of pride,"
"Stretch out your arms as if to embrace the world."
"A few years have passed in the blink of an eye,"
"Frivolous language has settled."
"Fiery feelings buried deep in the soil."
"We're all constantly compromising,"
"Keep compromising..."
Qin Baobao's heart was surging, and he touched his younger brother's face with his fingers, from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, to the bridge of his nose and lips...
We are all constantly compromising, Ze!
Qin Ze seemed uncomfortable, moved his head, opened his blurred drunken eyes in a trance, and then hugged Qin Baobao on the bedside.
Qin Baobao was startled and struggled a few times. At this moment, he heard Qin Ze muttering in a low voice: "... Sister, I like you..."
Qin Baobao's heart trembled violently.
Qin Ze squinted his eyes and kissed Qin Baobao, as if he wanted to kiss her mouth, but he couldn't make it right, so he kissed her on the cheek.
Qin Baobao straightened his younger brother's head...
Seeing that they were about to kiss each other, Qin Ze said again: "Sister Zijin, I like you..."
Feeling a thunderbolt hitting her face, Qin Baobao sat up straight and stared at Qin Ze with complicated eyes. She took a few breaths, and the sour, sweet, bitter, hot taste in her heart was surging, and she waved her hands like "slaps" brother face. Qin Ze remained motionless like a dead dog.
On the contrary, Qin's mother, who opened the door and came in, saw this scene and shouted: "What are you doing, why are you beating him up?"
Mom was furious.
Qin Baobao's eyes turned red, and he choked up and said, "He bullied me."
"Nonsense, thank God if you don't bully him." Mother Qin took her daughter and pushed her out, reprimanded with a straight face: "Go make a cup of hangover soup, brat."
Qin's mother probed her son's forehead, muttered and complained: "Drink so much, I can't count at all." She tucked her son under the quilt, turned down the temperature of the air conditioner, and walked out of the room.
In the empty room, Qin Ze opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a moment, closed his eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep.
The weather in September is sultry and uncomfortable, the sun is scorching the earth, and the air is scorching hot when you breathe.
During the day, he was sweating during the ancestor worship, and his body smelled a little of his younger brother's alcohol. Qin Baobao walked towards the bathroom with a sullen expression in his arms, holding a change of clothes.
There are two bathrooms at home, one large and one small. The large bathroom has a built-in bathtub. Taking a cold bath in the hot summer or a hot bath in the cold winter is a life enjoyment. The only regret is that when this house was bought, both Qin Ze and Qin Baobao were in elementary school, so they were not lucky enough to swim in the bathtub.
Qin Ze and Qin Baobao both like swimming. Before junior high school, they often went to the swimming pool to play, but Qin Baobao seldom went there after junior high school. Because I couldn't bear the amazing and aggressive gazes of the sorghums. Her parents didn't allow her to go, and when she was in high school, her elder sister's figure was already outshone by other females, and Qin Ze also opposed her going to the public swimming pool. This kind of welfare cannot be enjoyed by outsiders.
Qin Baobao often said, brother, you will be promising in the future, and you want to buy a villa with a swimming pool, and my sister will show you in a swimsuit every day.
Qin Ze, who is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, patted his chest and agreed.
Later, Qin Baobao felt that it would be impossible to count on his younger brother for the rest of his life, so he stopped saying such things, and changed his mind to say that in the future, he must earn a lot of money and buy a villa with a swimming pool by himself.
In fact, with Qin Ze's family background, there is no need to worry about not being able to marry a daughter-in-law, take the girl back home for a walk, and the marriage will be settled properly. Qin's mother guessed that with this level of confidence, she was not in a hurry about her son's marriage.