Lu Zhicheng buried his face in the pillow and laughed angrily: "It's quite rare for you to be like this."
"Haha," Zhou Chi laughed even harder, with thin eye lines appearing in the corners of his eyes. He was usually serious, and now he and Lu Zhishan were lying in the dark tent chatting, listening to the sounds coming from outside. Zhou Chi felt a lot lighter and brighter in his heart due to the laughter and noise, "But it's quite enjoyable to get drunk. It's better than drinking a thousand cups without pouring it out."
Lu Zhicheng raised his head and asked puzzledly: "Why?"
"Isn't it painful to be sober and not drunk all your life?" Zhou Chi said softly.
Lu Zhicheng thought about his words and was speechless for a long time. Just when Zhou Chi thought he was asleep, Lu Zhicheng suddenly spoke again: "What you said makes sense."
Lu Zhicheng's tone was very serious, as if he was facing a serious old gentleman in the study room.
Zhou Chi was amused by his tone and smiled softly, as if the depression of this period of time gradually faded away with this laughter.
"I actually came here because I wanted to get drunk today," Lu Zhicheng sighed softly after a while, "but the more I drank, the more uncomfortable I became, and then I couldn't drink anymore. I watched the other soldiers changing cups to drink. I was so happy that I didn’t want to stay anymore, so I came up with this idea and finally came back.”
Zhou Chi chuckled and said, "Aren't you afraid of being called a half-pound paralysis? I heard that you only drank two bottles of osmanthus wine. Brats in the army like to talk about the amount of alcohol they drink."
"Let them tell you, I don't want to stay there anyway," Lu Zhicheng turned over, resting his hands on his hands, sighing softly, "I miss the capital a little bit."
Zhou Chi understood very well: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don't you miss home? Besides, it's your first time to celebrate the festival outside, and it's so far away from the capital, so naturally you miss home even more."
"No," Lu Zhicheng shook his head, his tone a little vague, "I was drinking the osmanthus wine from the capital, and I just wanted to... I just wanted to be alone..."
This osmanthus wine comes from the capital. It is said that it was brewed by Prince Ning and his wife. Lu Zhicheng listened to the deputy general Gudao enthusiastically introduce the origin of this wine. He drank the mellow and sweet wine with his head down, feeling bitter and uncontrollable. .
Is there anything else Zhou Chi doesn’t understand? Prince Huijun was afraid that he had a sweetheart. She must be a noblewoman from a deep house in the capital. Zhou Chi couldn't say anything, so he didn't say anything at the moment.
In fact, he missed it too.
I am also missing someone thousands of miles away.
"But, she doesn't like me," Lu Zhicheng sighed softly, his tone flat and helpless, "She has never liked me, she can only see other people."
Zhou Chi's body stiffened, and his breathing stopped for a moment. It took him a while to regain his composure, and he spoke cautiously: "Does that person know your thoughts?"
"I don't know, I will never know in this life." Lu Zhicheng said dullly, burying his head in the pillow again.
Zhou Chi asked in a low voice: "Then why didn't you tell her?"
"No chance," Lu Zhicheng sighed softly, "I've never had a chance."
Zhou Chi's lips trembled twice before he spoke: "...Why is there no chance?"
"I didn't dare before, but then I couldn't," Lu Zhicheng muttered, and in the darkness, he sighed softly again, "My cruelty and ambition can't be used on her heart, let alone her I have had a sweetheart for a long time, and now that they are loving each other, I can no longer be cruel. "