Zhuo Ziyuan made up his mind and took action immediately. He stayed at Shuxiang Mansion over the weekend. Xu Xuehua hadn't come back from his business trip. This business trip was a bit long. Li Xinyuan hadn't come back either. Her military training wouldn't end until Monday.

I have to go to school and won't come back until next Friday.

Zhuo Ziyuan, who was alone, felt that he had nothing to do. He started to write, but as he wrote, he felt that his thoughts were not smooth. He stopped writing. This was too inefficient. He went to the sunroom to box again, sweated all over, and took a shower.

I took a bath and cooked two dishes for lunch. While eating, I suddenly saw the wine Xu Xuehua put in the wine cabinet.

Zhuo Ziyuan thought to himself that if he drank some wine, he might be able to get inspired to write and have clear thoughts. Many people have some personal habits when working, just like some people need to smoke a cigarette and some need to make a cup of coffee.

Putting it aside, smelling the aroma of coffee, someone else wanted to light some incense, but he didn't seem to have any little quirks, so Zhuo Ziyuan felt that this was not possible.

He found an excuse for himself to drink. Creation requires inspiration, and inspiration requires a sense of ritual to inspire him. A drink is a ritual he can use to comfort himself.

Now that I have found an excuse, there is nothing to hesitate about. I didn't drink before because I was afraid that I would tell the truth and say something that I shouldn't say after drinking. But now there is no one at home, so what if I get drunk.

Needless to say, Zhuo Ziyuan immediately opened a bottle of wine that he didn't recognize. He also imitated the movie and poured about one-fifth of the wine into the glass, then shook the glass to see if it hung on the wall.

Zhuo Ziyuan didn't care at all whether it was better to hang it on the wall or not. Then he smelled the fragrance again. As for what kind of fragrance it was, he couldn't smell it. It had a sense of ritual, so it had to be made more similar.

He took a sip lightly and let the wine roll around in his mouth for a few times. It was smooth, easy to drink, and had no astringent taste. It was a good wine. Zhuo Ziyuan took another sip. He wanted to experience the feeling of rich people tasting wine, and he was.

Rich people also have to taste wine, but unfortunately, he only tasted a few sips, but it was not enough. Zhuo Ziyuan followed his inner voice and drank up the wine in one gulp.

It feels good, but the alcohol content seems to be quite low, and I don’t feel it at all. This is not good, so keep pouring it.

It was about a fifth of a cup, I stopped tasting it, drank it all in one gulp, and still felt nothing.

He filled it up, drank half of it in a big gulp, and then looked at the dishes on the table. He couldn't waste any more. He took several bites of the food, and then drank the other half in a big gulp.

Still didn't work, inspiration didn't come out, so I continued, had another full cup, drank it in two sips, and had a few more bites of food.

Still no use, continue, Zhuo Ziyuan held up the wine to pour the wine, and then poured the bottom of the glass. The wine was gone. This was not good, he was not satisfied yet.

Zhuo Ziyuan stood up and went to the wine cabinet to get another bottle of wine. He opened it, filled it up, drank it in one gulp, and felt good. This is what a man should do. When drinking, you should toast. No, cheering is not enough. You have to blow into the bottle.

Yes, blow.

Zhuo Ziyuan stood up, swaying a little. Well, are you drunk? Why does your head feel sober? There is still more than half a bottle of wine left, so we can't waste it.

Zhuo Ziyuan thought of the way Xu Xuehua drank before. That was the way to be free and easy. He took the bottle and walked upstairs. When passing by the corridor on the second floor, he picked up the lazy chair, walked out of the glass room, and walked onto the balcony.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Zhuo Ziyuan felt that he was more awake and took another sip from the bottle.

Wine is really good, delicious, put down the lazy chair, Zhuo Ziyuan sat down, enjoyed the cool wind on the top of the building, and enjoyed the hot sun above his head. This is really hot at noon.

But what's the matter, ultraviolet rays can kill virus, which can help the absorption of calcium. It is good for the sun.

In this way, Zhuo Ziyuan stayed on the rooftop, sitting on a chair, and drinking a small wine from time to time. This wine was drinking in the bottle, but he drank it even more.

, Impold, do something.

What do you do? Playing boxing, no, how can there be a drunk punch, draw a drunk punch, painting, it is possible, one hand, one hand, one hand paint, interesting, playing the piano, it seems to be very artistic, those martial arts novels, those martial arts novels, those martial arts novels, those martial arts novels, those martial arts novels, those martial arts novels, those martial arts novels

Isn't it all in it? Drunk and look at the swords, drink a few sips of wine, to pop up more charm rhythm. If we do n’t try it today, guitar, good, you can sing a song by the way.

It's a bit annoying, and I can do a lot of things. Zhuo Ziyuan put down the bottle, ran downstairs, came to the piano room, playing the piano was a bit annoying, I had to take the piano frame, I had to run two times and did not do it.

The guitar played, it was okay, but both hands were used, and they had to stop when drinking. It was not chic. Forget it, let's draw it. I haven't painted it for a long time.

Take the painting board, take a few pens, and a stack of drawing paper, Zhuo Ziyuan climbed upstairs and crooked.

Everything is ready, Zhuo Ziyuan started to draw a pen. What should I draw? Well, just draw this sun. Zhuo Ziyuan started to write, and soon a sun was drawn.

After drinking a bite, replace it with a piece of drawing paper, and draw something, or do you paint personal portrait, this is what you are best at.

Drink a sip of wine and draw a picture. When the daughter was beaten by herself, she was crying and crying. When she changed one, when the little girl's parents died, when she saw herself in the hospital, she looked heartbroken. Then

Change, Xu Xuehua was drunk that day, holding himself crying.

The wine is gone, no, haven't finished painting yet, Zhuo Ziyuan went downstairs to open a bottle, and continued to draw.

Put another one, lying on the ground alone, looking at the starry sky, but did he shed tears? Shouldn't it? Regardless, there were two tears for him.

I changed another one, Zhuo Ziyuan didn't know what to draw. Forget it, draw it casually.

OK, the painting is enough, Zhuo Ziyuan has a picture of his painting painting. He always feels missing something. What is missing? Drink wine, think about it.

Guru took a sip, and accidentally stumped it. The red wine was sprinkled on the painting paper. Zhuo Ziyuan hurriedly wanted to wipe it, but at first glance, it was good, it was a bit interesting.

Ink, the dyes are sprayed on the wall on the wall casually. Today I also come once. There is no ink. It doesn't matter.

Zhuo Ziyuan took out the first sun, took a sip of wine, and sprayed it directly. The big piece of red wine was printed on it. It was a bit ugly.

, Change the way, spray it in the air, let the wine scattered in the air, drip it on the painting paper at will, yes, just do it.

After drinking a mouthful, I felt a lot, Zhuo Ziyuan swallowed a part of it, and then put a painting on the ground, separated slightly, and sprayed the wine in the mouth.

On the paper, Zhuo Ziyuan took it out and looked at it.

This time Zhuo Ziyuan directly placed all the remaining four pieces of drawing paper on the ground. He wanted to imitate the classic scene in the Xingye movie, the scene where a mouthful of old blood spurts out two meters and lasts for five seconds.

Artistic conception.

After taking a big sip of wine, Zhuo Ziyuan pondered for a while, raised his head, faced the sky diagonally, and slowly squeezed the wine out of his mouth. Unfortunately, it didn't spray out for two meters, and it didn't last for five seconds at most.

In two seconds, he just shook his head twice, and a lot of wine fell on himself.

Zhuo Ziyuan looked at the red wine marks on his body and grinned. Then he simply took off his shirt and threw it aside. Then he walked forward and picked up the drawing papers one by one. Although the spray was not far enough, each drawing

The paper was stained with a lot of red wine juice. Yes, the effect was achieved.

This can be considered a master's performance, performance art, Zhuo Ziyuan thought with satisfaction, picked up the wine bottle on the side and drank.

Zhuo Ziyuan drank sip after sip of wine. As he drank, he felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy, his eyes were getting more and more blurred, the surrounding scenery seemed to be invisible, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. This feeling

It seems that I had a similar experience not long ago. Well, it’s time to go to bed. Last time I slept outside, I got sick. I can’t sleep outside this time.

Zhuo Ziyuan stood up slowly, shaking violently, and then walked towards the room with empty steps. He bumped against the door frame here, a sandbag there, and then the door handle. It hurt a little. Finally, something appeared in front of him.

There was a big bed. Zhuo Zi fell on it without any ability to think. Within a few seconds, he heard the sound of snoring.

Zhuo Ziyuan felt as if his soul had left his body and was floating around, not knowing where he wanted to go.

After a while, I drifted to a mourning hall. There were two coffins and two photos on the mourning hall. Two adults and a little baby were kneeling under the hall, their faces full of sadness.

After a while, it drifted to a road. The scene of cars that should have been passing by was gone. There was only a car with a slightly deformed front cover parked in the middle of the road. There was a person lying on the road not far away, covered in blood.

, Zhuo Ziyuan wanted to see who it was, but he couldn't get through.

After a while, I drifted into a hospital ward. A little girl was standing next to the hospital bed crying. Lying on the bed was a man covered in gauze. His face could not be seen clearly, and only one eye was exposed. The scenery in front of him changed.

It was still a ward. A little girl was lying on the bed and fell asleep, but her face was covered with tears, and the pillow under her head was also wet. Zhuo Ziyuan wanted to help her wipe away her tears, but he couldn't wipe them away.

Zhuo Ziyuan began to drift away from the little girl. He was a little anxious, but the more anxious he became, the faster he left. He saw the hospital, the traffic, and the entire city. Slowly, he saw a beautiful planet and its

There were countless shining stars around him. I don’t know how long it had passed. The planets were gone. The stars were gone. The light was gone. All that was left was darkness. In the darkness, there was no time and no space. He felt so lonely, so lonely.

A small drop of water appeared from the corner of his eye.
Chapter completed!