How can a drunk person answer? He was sleeping soundly with his legs in the air, and the smell of wine was spraying on Zhou Chi's face. Zhou Chi, who had not touched any wine during the dinner, suddenly blushed and felt like he was drunk. He stared unblinkingly. Looking at Lu Zhicheng's face, his thick black eyebrows, the small blood vessels on his eyelids, and his red mouth with the strong smell of alcohol, he finally moved closer and kissed her, and then he Lying next to Lu Zhicheng, he pulled the quilt over the two of them.
It was not dark yet, and he was not sleepy at all, but he felt that it was really comfortable to lie down like this. He couldn't help but move closer to Lu Zhicheng again, while reaching out and holding Lu Zhicheng's hand, because Xi Jinping Because of Wu, Lu Zhicheng's palms were wider than ordinary people, and his finger joints were also thicker. Zhou Chi stroked them inch by inch, feeling the dry warmth of Lu Zhicheng's hands, and he felt that his heart was soft. Nothing more can be added.
This is his man, the man he wants to walk hand in hand with, and the man his family recognizes.
He has never been so at ease, and he has never been so relaxed.
He turned sideways and gently hugged Lu Zhicheng.
"Lu Zhicheng..." He looked at Lu Zhicheng's side face and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what he wanted to say. In the end, he simply didn't say anything more and just hugged Lu Zhicheng tighter.
December 22, the first year of Tianding
Beidi Capital.
Song Mansion.
According to Beidi custom, the first seven people are buried.
Mrs. Song Bai was buried, and Song Tong personally supported Mrs. Song's spirit.
Song Fu was lying on the sick bed, and he couldn't get out of bed, let alone go out. Although Ji Xiang was worried that Song Fu was at home, he still came out and followed the funeral procession to see Mrs. Song off. Song Tong is now in the Beidi court He is considered a high-ranking official. It is said that Mrs. Song's funeral must be very large. However, Song Tong can keep a low profile, so there are not many people who came to see Mrs. Song's funeral today. Including Jixiang, there are only about a dozen people, most of whom are Song Tong. A servant of the government.
Ji Xiang's current status is unusual. She is the eldest lady of the Song Dynasty. Naturally, she walks at the front of the team, pulling Song Tong and Bai's daughter Ke'er along with her. Song Tong has no intention of taking care of Ke'er these days, and Ke'er has been After living in Song Fu's courtyard for a few days, she became very dependent on this new aunt.
Ke'er is nine years old this year and is already a sensible girl. She naturally knows what life and death are. At this time, she was dressed in plain clothes and followed the coffin away, crying hysterically. Later, she was convulsing and died. Ji Xiang was so busy that she Holding her in his arms, Ke'er kept sobbing in the crook of Ji Xiang's neck. Fortunately, Ke'er didn't sink. Ji Xiang kept holding her like this and walked five or six miles in the snow before finally reaching the cemetery.
"Auntie, please let me down." Ke'er watched the coffin being put into the grave, and then her father took a shovel and shoveled dirt into it, and said to Ji Xiang.
"You promise Auntie that you won't cry anymore, and Auntie will let you go." Jixiang took a handkerchief and wiped Ke'er's face. Seeing that Ke'er's face was all chapped, he felt very distressed. "I'm afraid you'll get frostbite if you cry again." "
"Well, I won't cry anymore, Ke'er won't cry anymore," Ke'er said, but her tears couldn't help but fall down. She choked and said, "Aunt, my father buried my mother in the snow, and my mother kissed her. Will it be cold?”
"No," Ji Xiang's heart suddenly became sour, "Ke'er thinks about her so much, so she won't be cold."