Chapter 823 Restaurant

When first arriving on the plateau, it is most taboo to do strenuous exercise right away. The group did not go anywhere else. After spinning a prayer wheel in the park, they strolled around the ancient city.

Half of the ancient city was burned down in a fire at the beginning of the year, but the remaining half and the surrounding pristine meadows and creeks were enough to amaze and delight them.

After playing leisurely, we met many hikers who had come all the way. We all got together and found a restaurant recommended by the locals and booked three tables.

The dining table here is like a coffee table, almost the same height as the chairs, which is more convenient for drinking and chatting.

As soon as the food was served, the restaurant owner and the Tibetan waiters came to toast with singing songs. This is the local dining table culture. Singing to persuade people to drink, drinking wine as water, eating is not important, the excitement is the purpose.

The boss opens his mouth and sings. The lyrics are all made up without repetition. Although he can't understand the Tibetan language, his soulful and beautiful singing voice can't help but make people stand up. No matter what he sings, he has to drink the wine in his cup. Drink up the highland barley wine.

After Ling Qingyu drank a glass, her eyes were so bright that the men around her were frightened. When she and Hua Dong shouted loudly to come again, they snatched her glass away.

To show no disrespect to the host, Yang Zhao and Yan San poured the wine directly into the Hai bowl and said with a smile: "She just came to the plateau. She is afraid of having a reaction if she drinks too much. Let's drink for her." After saying this, they took the bowls. He signaled and drank all the wine in the sea bowl in one gulp.

The boss raised his thumbs up to the two of them, said nothing, and started singing. This time he used Chinese and sang a toast song.

After singing three songs in a row, the two accompanied Sanhaiwan, making everyone in the store cheer.

The boss was even more happy. Just when he was about to sing again, he saw the blond foreigner on the table raised his wine bowl and started singing.

What he sang was the same lyrics he had just sung. Unlike the boss's thick voice, Sum's voice was clear and high-pitched, and the same lyrics had a heart-stopping aftertaste.

"Okay!" The boss shouted, picked up an empty bowl, poured a few gulps into the bowl, and drank it all.

After a while, the boss simply sat at their table and exchanged glasses with everyone. Singing and laughter intertwined, clinking glasses and urging people to drink. It didn’t take long for the group of people to chat with each other like old friends for many years. .

Tao Zhuo, who was singing and dancing along with the crowd, fell down first, followed by Ostrich, and then Fang Dong, who had never seen such a place before. He was even more crazy and unrestrained and almost did a striptease.

Although there were men helping to hold back the drinks, in such a lively scene, how could Ling Qingyu's urine stop him? He and Hua Dong were so drunk that they took off their shoes and played the accompaniment of Zhou Ziqing's bowl. They danced a gypsy dance at the dinner table.

Although it was cold on the plateau, the beauty-loving ladies still wore thick hand-knitted long skirts outside their tights. When Huadong bought it for himself, he also bought it for Ling Qingyu as a gift for her. The two danced passionately and cheerfully, hooking hands. She spun and kicked her legs to the rhythm played by the crowd, and her gorgeous long skirt fluttered like a butterfly, eliciting thunderous roars of applause.

When Ling Qingyu is drunk, don't try to stop her. The more you stop her, the more tricks she will have to make trouble. The men all have this consensus, so they can only quickly take away the bowls and chopsticks on the table and carefully surround the table to protect them from falling. , I didn’t get cut when I stepped on those bowls, I looked at her eyes as bright as stars, full of joy, I looked at her dancing with great vitality, and I couldn’t help but scream along with her.

"Sister, you're great! I love you! One more!" the young man on the side whistled and shouted.

Yan San stood up with a dark face and hugged the person off the table. He pushed Huadong into Dongxi's arms and said, "Stop jumping! If you jump again, you will feel uncomfortable!"

Ling Qingyu was still about to struggle, but Yan Sanyi pointed his finger on his sleeping point, and the already dazed person fell asleep immediately.

"Little brother, do it for her too!" Xiang Dongxi held Hua Dong's waist tightly, twisted his neck to avoid Hua Dong's Nine Yin White Bone Claws, and shouted to Ying Jiu beside him.

"Let's dance!" Fang and Dong, who had already fallen down, reluctantly got up and stretched out their hands.

"Jump you! You don't have to get up tomorrow!" Ying Thirteen pulled one of the two people who climbed onto the table down with one hand, and threw one to Ye Po. Several people lifted the drunk man on the ground on their shoulders. , said goodbye to the others, carried the people and left quickly.

This is a plateau, and they have just arrived. Although they are not nervous about playing today, they are afraid of something happening if they are so noisy.

The boss and the young people waved goodbye to them thoughtfully, and shouted loudly at their backs to watch the elder sister dance tomorrow.

Yan San almost used Qinggong to hold the person and run away.

Who said that no young people like me anymore when I get older?

Not long after returning to the hotel, several people vomited, and then altitude sickness came as promised. They were dizzy, chest tight, and had difficulty breathing.

Fortunately, Ye Po had already prepared. He had brought all kinds of Rhodiola rosea and notoginseng medicines, and even brought several oxygen bottles, and the drunken man had a good sleep.

After they finished vomiting, Ying Jiu Ye Po Meng Su helped rinse Tao Zhuo Ostrich Fang and Dong Ting, poured the medicine in, and gave them a room on the first floor. Those who had to take care of the drunkards should pay attention to regular oxygen inhalation for them. After scrubbing the person clean, throw them directly on the bed to rest and replenish their strength.

Xiang Dongxi was also a little uncomfortable (after all, he was not as young as the younger ones), but men wouldn't do it to give Huadong a bath, and he would never pretend to be someone else, and take advantage of Yingjiu's acupuncture effect before it wore off, and cleanly bathe him. After washing it and putting it carefully on the bed, he gave her medicine according to Ye Po's instructions and put on the oxygen mask. Looking at Hua Dong, who was still blushing and sleeping soundly after being tortured like this, tenderness surged in her heart. He opened his mask and couldn't help but kiss her lips.

The lips had just touched, and the hot touch hadn't been fully felt yet. Hua Dong raised his hand and slapped him on the face, then scratched his own face and hummed: "Nasty mosquitoes!"

Xiang Dongxi looked at her dumbfounded, maintaining a rigid posture. After she finished scratching and snored slightly, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

Ling Qingyu was born in the south but has a tall and plump figure. Hua Dong was born in the north but has a petite figure. Her lips are perky and small. Even when she is angry, she is a little naive. Her upturned almond eyes are always misty.

Ten years ago, she was innocent and innocent as he knew her well. Ten years later, even if he had been paying attention to her and knew all her experiences and information, he did not expect that she had changed so much.

If she was a delicate little flower in front of the window ten years ago, now, like Ling Qingyu, she has become the wolfsbane flower that makes the grassland burn like a fire in October. It is beautiful and slightly poisonous, but... The bright, warm and unrestrained color will only make people treat the poison as honey, and enjoy it as sweet as honey.

"Hua'er," he reluctantly left her lips and whispered to Dongxi: "Let me take care of you from now on. You don't have to be strong alone. Hua'er, let me be your support."

"Ugh..." After snorting and muttering something vague, Hua Dong turned over and fell into a sound sleep.

Xiang Dongxi laughed unconsciously, scraped her nose, put on the oxygen mask on her, looked at her, and smiled with satisfaction.

Afraid that having her acupoint tapped would make her even more uncomfortable, Yan San had his acupuncture done to Ling Qingyu after leaving the restaurant. Ling Qingyu vomited all over him halfway, and when he returned to the hotel, he went directly to the bathroom and the two of them washed up together.

The water rushed over her body, and Ling Qingyu's hot body was wrapped around Yan San's slightly cool body like an octopus. However, his hands and feet were weak, and his head rested softly on his shoulder, leaning sideways. Head, looking at him with bright and confused eyes.

That look is so familiar, this is the rhythm of transformation...

Yan San had no choice but to wash her off first, hesitating in his heart. If it were somewhere else, he would definitely let her do whatever she wanted, but this was a plateau, and she was already drunk and unwell. If she played any more tricks, he wouldn't know. Will she be able to bear it?

"Handsome guy~" Ling Qingyu's eyes were slightly narrowed with a lustful look, and Ling Qingyu's eyes seemed to be overflowing with water. She kissed him hard on the cheek and said, "Smile for my sister~"

After wiping her body with a towel, Yan San carried her from the bathroom to the room. He put his hand on her back and used his inner strength to warm her. He kissed her in return and said with a smile, "Do you know who I am?" ?”

Ling Qingyu looked at him sideways, with stars twinkling in his eyes, and grinned: "Of course I know, you are my third!" As he said that, he held his head with both hands and smiled lightly at him. Yi gave a heavy kiss to her thin lips and said, "My most handsome, coolest and cutest Yan San!"

Are you awake? Yan San looked at her suspiciously.

Ling Qingyu blinked his eyes, looking very innocent...

He must be drunk! And it’s a transformed mode!

It turns out that after that, after you transformed, you no longer thought about things here, but about me...

Yan San felt pain and joy coexisting in his heart. Amid the ups and downs of excitement, he suddenly became excited and excited.

"Yan San Yan San~~" His legs were directly wrapped around Yan San's waist. Ling Qingyu hugged his neck and rubbed his head between his neck. He called out sweetly and tactfully. The scent of wine made his ears itch, and the fire in his heart seemed to be stoked, and it suddenly became a prairie fire.

He hugged her and rolled directly onto the bed. As soon as Yan San's lips were close to her plump and red lips, which he found extremely seductive, he saw Rhodiola rosea and Panax notoginseng powder on the bedside table from the corner of his eyes.

Yan San's heart trembled, and he forcibly took back the sweet lips that had tasted them. He suppressed the hand that was still trying to wrap around hers with one hand, and picked up the medicine with the other. It looked like she couldn't take the medicine honestly. , he first put it in his mouth, then kissed her lips, opened those two tempting lips, and drank the medicine.

After she had taken all the medicine, Yan San held her and let her wrap around him. One hand gently stroked her back and the other massaged the acupuncture points on her head. He listened to her slowly calming breathing and her slowing down. Heartbeat.

The breath caressed his heart like the softest feather, reminding him of what Yan Qi said about the old monk.

One Sumeru and one world, countless, thousands of worlds, maybe you will not be reincarnated in the same world in the next life, but it doesn’t matter, no matter where you are, no matter how many worlds and distances separate you, I, Yan San, can find you...

Qingyu...I love you...