Drunk by Ms. Ling Shuhua

Drunk is a short story written by Ms. Ling Shuhua on 1924. It also belongs to the novels of the Republic of China. In that turbulent era, countless excellent novels, such as blowout, were a miracle and a blessing for our country. During the Republic of China, compared with foreign novels, China's creation of various novel types was not worse than that of foreign countries. Ms Ling Shuhua is not only a novel creator, but also a famous China painter. What she is good at is the delicate description and wording of the characters' psychology.

Night hangs over the hall. A 30-year-old man sat in an armchair with his head resting on it. His face is red and swollen. His hands naturally rested on the armchair, and the whole person collapsed in the armchair.

On the other side of the hall, a man and a woman are sitting in soft chairs, leaning together, touching their heads from time to time, laughing or talking coily. They're in front of the fireplace? Under the orange light, the wood in the stove was burning and crackling. The whole hall? Warm, dimly lit, the flame is Huang Chengcheng, and several plum blossoms in the yard are warm, emitting bursts of fragrance with the cold wind.

"Oh, look at us, how can we be so careless? Ziyi will catch a cold if she sleeps like this. I'll get a blanket. " The woman's head tilted slightly, listening to the man's sweet words, and waiting for a while to look at the sleeping man. Then he stood up inexplicably and said in surprise.

"Let's go, don't worry. Sit down. That will make you tired. Let me go. "

The man's voice did not fall, and the woman had already left. She walked into the guest room in three steps, took out a lace blanket and handed it to the man.

"Zhang Yong, you cover him, cover his chest and thighs, and don't let Ziyi catch a cold. Turn off the light again, stop shaking him and let him sleep well. Maybe our armchair is more comfortable than his bed! "

Zhang Yong covered Ziyi with a blanket, turned off the lamp on the wooden post by hand, smiled slightly on his face, his cheeks were red and hot, and his eyes stared at him irritable.

"Ziyi is also a person who is not subject to evil. He married a wife and couldn't talk to heaven. He doesn't like her, and she can't understand him. Uncle menstruation at home asks for money. Alas, poor man. "

Cai Heng looked at Ziyi, with a red face after drinking, long knife-shaped eyebrows, long eyelashes motionless, a tall and thin nose, slightly thick lips and a slender figure. Even though he is lying in an armchair and wearing a black robe, his temperament is still elegant.

"Come on, if there are more kind people like you in this world. I'm afraid the world doesn't have one tenth of your knowledge. "

Zhang Yong sat on the soft chair again, leaning against Cai Heng. His mouth was like honey, saying good things over and over again. Cai Heng didn't look at him, but she still looked at Ziyi wholeheartedly. Usually Ziyi doesn't laugh. He is rigorous, generous and knowledgeable. Today, Ziyi's mouth is curved, and her two dimples are rolled up, which makes her laugh naturally.

"Constant, are you drunk? Look at your two dimples, red and shiny, which are particularly touching. Plum blossoms are too cold, peonies are too demon and chrysanthemums are too wild. Only your smile is elegant and decent. Cai Heng, you must have been a fairy in your last life, and you must have come to save me, a hopeless mortal. "

I'll go. I'm not writing. It is so boring.