Perhaps it was because the family was very depressed during the New Year, and today's meal was relaxed. Grandpa and grandma had a smile on their faces, and their parents were talking more than usual.

The chaos pressing on Fang Chi's chest slowly dissipated, and he talked about it without saying a word with Xiao Yiming and Cheng Mo. Everyone in the family loved to listen to school affairs. When they talked nonsense, their grandparents and parents laughed.

Sun Wenqu was still the same as before, not talking much, and he occasionally said a few words.

Once a person relaxes, he will easily get up with alcohol.

Fang Chi originally felt that although he failed to fight for the wine, he lost to Sun Wenqu, but he was basically a little dizzy and was a little shaking. As a result, everyone was having fun and was about to part. When he was about to finish, he wanted to eat another piece of ribs. He picked it up and stuck it on the corner of his mouth, then adjusted the angle before stuffing it into his mouth.

Fang Chi was a little depressed, why was he so drunk? The momentum of breaking the wine was too great?

Looking at Sun Wenqu again, he drank a lot. He basically got it by you and I. But now, except for looking a little more relaxed than before, there is no big difference.

When grandma talked about the Spring Festival couplets at the door, Sun Wenqu waved his hand: "Do you have any pens and ink? I'll write it now."

Last year, the brush that Sun Wenqu bought was still placed at home. My father went to his neighbor Uncle Zhang's house to ask him that his youngest son had borrowed ink.

Xiao Yiming wanted to help clean up the table and let him write, so he waved his hand.

"No," Sun Wenqu directly put the paper on the ground, "That's it."

Fang Chi leaned on the chair and looked at him, feeling that he would change himself. If he couldn't write two words, he would have to tug his head on the ground.

Sun Wenqu's hand was very stable. He picked up the pen and despised the ink was unprofessional. Then he looked at his grandmother and asked, "Grandma, what do you want to write?"

"Oh, how could I know?" Grandma smiled, turned to look at Fang Chi, Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming, "Tell me a few college students?"

"Eliminate old habits and teach five to four beauties to create new styles," Cheng Mo didn't even think about it, "go farewell to the old and welcome the spring."

The whole room was full of joy.

"What the hell is it?" Xiao Yiming looked at him.

"My family posted this this year, and my mother also took a photo for me to see." Cheng Mo said with a smile.

"Just... just write it according to the one posted now, right?" Fang Chi stood up while cheering, wanting to go out to see what the pair posted at the entrance of the yard was.

As soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy, so he stepped on Cheng Mo's foot and hit him.

"Hey!" Cheng Mo drank a lot, and was hit by him and fell to the chair next to him, almost rolling to the ground.

"The green bamboo has its three parts of the scenery, and the red plums are sending thousands of springs. The horizontal banner is spring back to the earth." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"...When did you carry it down?" Fang Chi stood up with Cheng Mo and asked in surprise.

"When I entered the door," Sun Wenqu said, dipped his pen in ink, and the tip of the pen fell onto the paper.

"The memory of the water canal is really great," said grandpa.

Fang Chi smiled and said nothing, staring at Sun Wenqu.

Although it was awkward posture of kneeling on one knee and bent over, it still felt familiar. Even after drinking, Sun Wenqu still picked up the pen and returned to the aura that made Fang Chi's heart beat faster and wanted to kneel down and look up at him.

My grandma was holding the 1.8 meters red spring couplet paper at home. I guess it was something I bought last year that I thought was too big and useless.

Sun Wenqu’s words were written quite big, and Fang Chi couldn’t understand it, so he felt very relaxed and stretched. He kept staring at his hands, and followed his hands all the way in the warm dizziness.

After the Spring Festival couplet was written, several people took it to the door of the yard and posted it together. Fang Chi was a little floating under his feet. He tried hard to control himself, but he still hit Sun Wenqu several times.

Sun Wenqu took two steps back to see if the Spring Festival couplets were pasted. Fang Chi stood behind him without having time to get out of it, or he didn't react at all to get out of it. Sun Wenqu hit him and fell into the snow like a sack.

"Oh," Xiao Yiming sighed, "I always thought Fang Chi was very good at drinking."

"It's enough to drink," Cheng Mo sneezes and speaks a little loudly, "You don't count how many glasses he has drunk, but your uncle Sun... My brother Sun has no upper limit for his alcohol tolerance, so he seems to be unable to drink."

Xiao Yiming glanced at him without saying a word.

"It seems that Cheng Mo hasn't drunk too much, and he can still take advantage of it," Sun Wenqu pulled Fang Chi up from the ground, patted the snow on his pants, and looked at Cheng Mo, "Why do we drink for a while?"

"No," Cheng Mo immediately refused, "I can see that no one in the room can drink it. You have to use your internal strength to force the wine to the ground."

Fang Chi happily leaned towards Sun Wenqu, turned his head and looked at Cheng Mo: "Is it really not to drink anymore? Is that little bit of it bold enough?"

"Enough," Cheng Mo said, "just."

Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming helped to clean the table and went back to the farmhouse first. Xiao Yiming packed a bag of snacks in a bag, asked his grandfather for a bowl of jerky, and then he carried it out.

"Aren't you going back?" Fang Chi was blown by the north wind, and then went back to the house and was roasted by the fire. He felt that he was in a state of suspension and was floating around.

Sun Wenqu looked at him without saying a word.

"Ask Qu to sleep at home," said my mother, "Where are people who come out to drive out people during the New Year?"

"Aren't Cheng Mo and Lao Xiao driven away by me?" Fang Chi was happy again. The remaining reason wrapped in alcohol could not understand why he was so stupid.

"I really drank too much!" Grandma slapped him, "Go to sleep! Shuiqu, don't worry about him, you go to sleep too."

"I won't sleep," Fang Chi waved his arm, "I still have to take a shower."

"How many showers do you take a day? Didn't you just take a shower before you went to pick someone up in the afternoon?" Grandma frowned, "You are peeling off your skin!"

"You get him up on the canal," said grandpa, "this is really drunk."

"Yes." Sun Wenqu pulled Fang Chi's arm and dragged him upstairs.

"Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom," Fang Chi leaned against Sun Wenqu, took two steps and turned around, and said loudly, "I'm sorry!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at him.

"I'm sorry," Fang Chi said again, "thank you."

"Ouch," Grandma was stunned for a moment and wiped her eyes, "Drive, drag him away."

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, half-muggled Fang Chi quickly, entered his room, and threw him onto the bed.

When he turned around and was about to go out, Fang Chi grabbed his hand: "Why?"

"I'll come up later," Sun Wenqu lowered his head and kissed him on the tip of his nose, "Lying down for a while."

"Do you take lubricant?" Fang Chi asked, his voice shouting like a radio.

"...I can take the sealing glue!" Sun Wenqu covered his mouth, "Shut up and lie down."

"Yes." Fang Chi responded in his palm.

As soon as he took his hand away, he closed his eyes and started to laugh. Sun Wenqu sighed, turned around and went out, closed the door, and could hear Fang Chi gi smirking happily through the door.

After laughing for a minute, Fang Chi felt so annoyed that he couldn't laugh anymore, so he shut up.

He didn't know what Sun Wenqu was doing, but he was quite comfortable lying down now. He said he was drunk and was not really drunk and unconscious. He was just confused and his whole body was weak. He felt like he had touched a soft bag wherever he stepped on it.

Then there was dizziness, and the world was spinning clockwise. In order to avoid being too harsh and moving, he tried hard to make himself rotate for a while and then reverse for a while.

What did Sun Wenqu go?

How long have you been there?

Why not come up yet?

But he was not worried, it was different now than before.

He felt very at ease.

Sun Wenqu might have gone to take a shower, got a condom, got lubricant, got sealing glue, and went to bed...

Yes, even though Sun Wenqu went back to the farmhouse to sleep, he was still at ease.

Never be afraid of something happening again.

When Fang Chi was confused, he heard that the door was pushed open, and then someone reached out to touch his face.

It was Sun Wenqu’s hand, he didn’t need to open his eyes to know.

There is also Sun Wenqu's breathing, which he can tell when he swept his face.

The same is true for Sun Wenqu’s lips. He could feel his heartbeat when he touched it slightly.

"Are you sleepy?" Sun Wenqu asked softly in his ear.

"Not sleepy," Fang Chi said, but he was startled by himself as soon as he opened his mouth. His voice was as loud as a bell. He closed his eyes and laughed again, "Oh, my voice is so good."

Sun Wenqu looked at him without saying anything.

"I'm a little hot." Fang Chi said again.

"You are wrapped in a quilt with clothes, so of course it's hot." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi opened his eyes and saw Sun Wenqu kneeling beside the bed with one leg and looking at him with his arms.

"What do you want to do?" Fang Chi laughed twice, lifted the quilt and took off all his clothes and pants, and threw them on the ground.

"Your condition," Sun Wenqu sighed softly, straightened up and took off his clothes, "I really haven't figured out what to do."

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" Fang Chi asked.

"Oh," Sun Wenqu quickly covered his mouth again, "Can you control your voice? Why didn't you find that you could sing bel canto when you drank high?"

"I'm in control." Fang Chi said vaguely.

Sun Wenqu tsk, stepped on him, lowered his head and kissed him.

Fang Chi was drunk and his whole body was quite erratic. Even the entanglement at the tip of his tongue showed a heroic look like a shifting and changing position. He didn't know where to go if he was not careful.

Sun Wenqu wanted to laugh a little, but this feeling was quite wonderful. This unconscious teasing and entanglement made him quite excited.

When he let go of Fang Chi, his hand slid down.

"Ah!" Fang Chi suddenly shouted with a breath.

Sun Wenqu made him so scared that he almost fell off the bed. He pressed his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...No," Fang Chi raised his neck and breathed very quickly, "comfortable."

Sun Wenqu opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"Continue." Fang Chi raised his arm and hooked his neck.

Sun Wenqu stared at him for a few seconds, and his hand touched down again.

This time Fang Chi didn't make a sound, and he could only hear his trembling breathing.

When Sun Wenqu was about to take another move, Fang Chi bit his lip: "Ah——"
To be continued...