He quickly turned his gaze away and changed the boy's tail to stare.

After setting off the firecrackers, the family laughed and shouted, and went into the house to start having the New Year’s Eve dinner.

The second uncle raised his hand and opened several bottles of wine on the table and poured wine one by one. Sun Wenqu quickly took his cup: "I'll drink a local bar."

"You are really strange. If you don't drink good wine, you have to drink rural local wine," said the second uncle with a smile. "Now Fang Chi poured him local wine."

"The local wine is delicious," grandpa laughed, "I can't live without it even if I get used to it."

"It's delicious." Sun Wenqu nodded.

"I'll get you a pot in a while and you put it in the room," Grandpa patted Sun Wenqu's shoulder, "Drink a small cup before going to bed to ensure you sleep soundly!"

"Don't take people to the drunkard," Fang Chi tsk, "He's still a small cup every day..."

"Hey, Xiaochi, you won't watch it now, right?" Uncle Er poured a glass of wine for Fang Chi, "You are not a small amount of glass. I guess you are not his opponent if you really drink it."

"That's impossible." Fang Chi disagreed with his second uncle's judgment. In his impression, Sun Wenqu either had a headache or a stomachache after drinking alcohol, or had to sleep with his back.

"So you don't understand," Uncle Er shook his head and looked at Sun Wenqu again, "Little brother, are you right to say what I said?"

"I really can't do it." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Highly, you can usually drink this kind of thing," said the second uncle, "A good dog doesn't bark..."

"You're so thrusting if you haven't drunk!" The second aunt slapped him on the back, and everyone in the room laughed.

The second uncle always drinks and has many drinkers. Logically speaking, he should have experience in drinking, but Fang Chi thinks that this time he might be wrong when he sees Sun Wenqu.

Or is it your own judgment inaccurate?

Who is wrong?

Fang Chi was thinking while eating the dishes. Anyway, he basically didn't make any noise when he was eating, and just listened. At this moment, he just let out a chopstick of dishes and hehe, and then he looked at Sun Wenqu again.

Sun Wenqu was drinking very slowly. I don’t know if he drank too much at noon or why. He was running like he was running, and he was also very slow to eat. However, he usually eats slow and has little food. I guess the meal will be similar to Mr. Huang.

"Where is Mr. Huang?" Fang Chi suddenly remembered Mr. Huang, and touched Sun Wenqu's stomach with a little worried, "Don't be so suffocated."

"It's put back in the house," Sun Wenqu pinched his hand, "The sound of cannons is not that loud now, and I will hold them at twelve o'clock."

"Yes." Fang Chi responded, withdrew his hand, and buried his head in and started eating.

Sun Wenqu's very casual action almost made him feel stuck in his throat by his bones, and he quickly took another cup to drink a sip of wine.

"Oh, so heroic," Sun Wenqu still drank slowly, "You can drink more with the bottle."

"Eat yours." Fang Chi glanced at him.

This was probably the most absent-minded New Year’s Eve dinner in Fang Chi.

Or, since the embarrassing and conspicuous dream at noon and having a look in front of the protagonist, he has always felt a little indescribable. Every time he sees Sun Wenqu, he will think of those sounds, pictures and feelings.

Although it was nothing big, it always made him stunned.

He almost didn't hear what everyone was talking about at the dinner table. He just ate one sip of wine and one sip of the vegetable field. He knew that everyone was very lively, and he knew that Fang Hui was giving another speech, but Hu Ying drank it and almost started arguing.

Occasionally, I found that my eyes were stopped at Sun Wenqu’s hands.

The New Year’s Eve dinner front at home is very long, eating vegetables, drinking wine, chatting, and scolding the Spring Festival Gala. It didn’t feel that it was past eleven o’clock.

"Fang Chi, go and get dumplings." My mother looked at him and said.

"Oh." Fang Chi responded, stood up and walked towards the kitchen. After less than two steps, he almost kicked the bottle of wine placed next to him.

"I'm drunk." Fang Yun shouted with a smile.

"No?" Fang Chi was a little suspicious, feeling that he didn't drink much.

"I'm drunk, Xiaochi and I have almost done this bottle," Uncle Second took an empty bottle and knocked it. "Don't put the dumplings into the stove, remember to put them in the pot."

"I'll go." Grandma was worried about standing up.

"I'll go help," Sun Wenqu stood up and said with a smile, "I'll get some breath and I'm dizzy."

"You're here!" Uncle Er pointed at him, "and his eyes were still bright."

Sun Wenqu followed Fang Chi into the kitchen. A large pot of water was already burning on the stove. Fang Chi was bent down and looking at the fire in the stove.

"Do you want me to help?" Sun Wenqu asked, and couldn't help but slap him in the butt.

"No, you can't make a dirt stove," Fang Chi turned his hand and touched his butt. After ten seconds, he suddenly stood up and turned his face, "Why are your hands so owed?"

"It's so good, I can't get rid of obsessive-compulsive disorder if I don't take a photo." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

"Do you think?" Fang Chi leaned into his eyes, "I dare not touch you?"

"To be honest," Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "I really think so."

"You're wrong," Fang Chi smiled, suddenly reached behind him and slapped his butt. He was quite strong, "very elastic."

"Hey, are you going to Changxing City?" Sun Wenqu was shocked.

"Wine makes the cowardly," Fang Chi stood back to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and sighed, "I don't feel like I'm drinking much, I'm so dizzy..."

"You have drunk a lot, wine and coffee, cup after cup." Sun Wenqu leaned against the wall.

"Is that right?" Fang Chi looked back at him and picked up the dumplings in confusion.

"Well," Sun Wenqu stood beside him and helped him put dumplings into the pot, "What are you thinking about all night."

"Do I look like I'm thinking?" Fang Chi asked.

"Unlike, you have never been thinking about this state," Sun Wenqu said, "I feel like you are wandering around the sky."

"...ah," Fang Chi thought for a while, "I probably went to India."

Sun Wenqu was so happy that he leaned against the wall and smiled for a long time: "Hey, drink more, it's fun to drink too much."

"You can drink a lot, are you okay?" Fang Chi supported the stove and looked back at him.

"I said I'll be fine as long as I don't drink any more," Sun Wenqu said, "but now I'm a little dizzy, so I'll go out to wake up."

"Stop it." Fang Chi whistled again after saying that.

The boy who had been waiting in the house for everyone to take turns to feed him rushed out and ran into the kitchen. Fang Chi pointed at Sun Wenqu: "Boy follows him, he twisted his feet and called me."

Sun Wenqu didn't go anywhere, so he went back to the house and put on his coat and wandered around the yard.

The boy kept waving his tail and following him.

After a few rounds, Fang Chi poked his head out of the kitchen and shouted at the living room: "Come and serve the dumplings--"

The word dumplings were broken, and Sun Wenqu wanted to be happy when he heard it.

The child's condition was different from usual after drinking some alcohol, and he was stunned.

As soon as Fang Chi finished yelling, firecrackers from his neighbor's house rang. Hu Ying laughed and ran into the kitchen to hold the dumplings, covering her ears.

The firecrackers from the neighbors were hung on the courtyard wall. Sun Wenqu covered his ears and stared at the golden flowers that were blown out in the dark, and his hands were suddenly pulled away.

"Mr. Huang is going to be scared!" Fang Chi shouted in his ear.

"Oh, forgot!" Sun Wenqu quickly turned around and ran into the room.

After eating for a night, my stomach actually had no space. It was appropriate for everyone to eat some casually, so they started to prepare to set off firecrackers.

Fang Chi was still dizzy and his feet were not stable. He leaned against the door and watched others work. Sun Wenqu, who was as lazy as a snake, was still holding Mr. Huang in one hand and pinching his ear with the other hand, standing by the wall with a smile on his face.

The sound of firecrackers around them became increasingly dense, and they slowly merged from the left, right, front, and back into a whole group. People could feel the vibration from the inside out when standing there.

Fang Chi went over and held Sun Wenqu's ear.

Sun Wenqu's ears were cold. He thought about it and then covered his ears with his palm.

There were a lot of firecrackers and fireworks at home, but because there were no children too young, everyone went back to the house after they set it off and continued to eat, drink and chat.

The second uncle was not satisfied with the drink, so he pulled Fang Chi over and touched two more cups: "You are better than your brother-in-law."

Fang Yun's husband was already drinking so hard that his eyes were straightened against the wall. Fang Chi put down the cup and grabbed the second uncle's hand, and said sincerely: "Second uncle, I can't drink like him. I will review tomorrow."

"Let you go!" Uncle Er patted his shoulder, "Study hard and improve every day!"

"I'm sleepy," Hu Ying hid on the sofa, "I want to sleep."

"Xiaoying went to my house to sleep in Fang Chi's house," my mother arranged, "Second uncle, you guys, probably won't sleep anymore, right?"

"If you don't sleep anymore, you can just do whatever you want on the sofa," said the second uncle, and waved his hand to his aunt, "You go to my house to sleep and squeeze with your sister-in-law."

"That's fine, just do it." My mother clapped her hands.

"Where are you sleeping?" Sun Wenqu asked Fang Chi.

"What are you sleeping?" Fang Chi said, "Don't you say anything anymore? I'll chat with you tonight."

"It's your condition?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Under the look of me," Fang Chi turned around and walked into the yard, "Wait."

Sun Wenqu watched him kick a stool first and hit the door frame before walking out, and laughed for a long time.

Fang Chi went to wash his face, probably with cold water, and he was wearing air conditioning when he entered the house.

"How is it?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, raised his hand and touched his face, and it was indeed cold.
To be continued...