The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 568:

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Ning Yi smiled, made a piece of cloth for her with his chopsticks, and said: "Eat yours, even the bamboo shoots are pitiful. Do you want to eat the chicken, duck, and fish? Forget it, starve to death."

Feng Zhiwei saw that the dish that was as beautiful as a work of art was no longer the same as before with his chopsticks. She shouted, "It's a pity." Ning Yi glanced at her and simply opened the lid, which immediately attracted Feng Zhiwei's attention. Note - a light red fish-shaped plate contains several silver-white steamed fish with tender meat, light yellow shredded **** and green onions. The soup is as transparent as a mirror. Ning Yi said: "This is called Yingying Yishuijian. I am speechless."

In a sky-green glass plate, golden crispy pork elbows were formed into a perfect circle, with lotus leaves on the bottom. The fragrance was fragrant, with white egg whites scattered on all sides, surrounding like clouds. Ning Yi pointed again, "Nothing is as easy to disperse as clouds, but it must be like the moon to be round and round."

In a purple clay soup bowl, there are countless thumb-sized meatballs in the light milky soup, which are white and round, dotted with slightly green seaweed and light red shrimps. Those brightly colored ingredients float gracefully in the soup. , Ning Yi took a small porcelain lotus leaf bowl, spooned soup for Feng Zhiwei, and said: "This is called rolling up the curtains to look at the moon and sigh, the beauty is like a flower across the clouds."

"Where are you eating food here? I think what you are eating is poetry." Feng Zhiwei lowered her eyelashes as she listened to the names of the dishes. She didn't ask more questions, but changed the subject, "Which chef? The craftsmanship is so good?" Exquisite?"

Ning Yi smiled but did not answer. Feng Zhiwei looked around and said in shock: "Did you do it?"

"How can I have such skills?" Ning Yi seemed to be in a trance, and then took out an exquisite wine pot and said, "Gu Yueshan wine, Jianghuai famous wine, you have a try."

Feng Zhiwei did not refuse, but said with a smile: "If you are drunk today, I will not carry you on the big boat. You can just float on the boat with the current."

"That's good." Ning Yi put the wine cup to his lips and looked at her with eyes that were gleaming like wine. "If you can really drift with the water without any worries, it might not be a bad thing."

Feng Zhi slightly opened the cabin curtain, and the wind suddenly swept in with drizzle. It was drizzle on the river in winter, and there was a mist of gray on all sides. The mountains in the distance wiped out lines of indigo in the light sky. In the shadow, in the slanting wind and drizzle, the awning boat floats leisurely, with green and green coir raincoats fluttering on the bow, like a painting frozen in time.

In a daze, it seemed that he had drunk a lot of wine. Ning Yi was already drunk. He held his head with his hands and drank cup after cup. Feng Zhiwei did not dissuade him. He drank more than him, and with the fragrant and sweet taste The wine in my stomach seemed to be caused by the wind on the river that night, the lingering rain, and countless unspeakable thoughts that I thought I only knew. There were a small pile of exquisite little wine bottles behind each person in the cabin. In the end, it didn't feel like drinking in a boat in the rain, but more like drinking together.

The night was getting late, and there was no moon on the rainy night. Only the shadow of the boat was cut into pieces by the horizontal waves and wandered around. Feng Zhiwei shook the last wine bottle desperately, murmured with straight eyes: "Hey, how... ...just...gone?"

Opposite me, Ning Yi was leaning on the table, with his elbows almost reaching the plate. The food was not really touched, and he poured a lot of wine into his stomach. Drinking like this on an empty stomach, Feng Zhiwei, who has a good drinker, almost collapsed, and even more Not to mention Ning Yi, who had no capacity for alcohol and relied on anti-hangover pills to support his drinking scene.

He seemed to be so drunk that he continued to drink with Feng Zhiwei. When he heard Feng Zhiwei's words, he barely raised his head and said, "You... are drunk..."

Feng Zhiwei looked at him intently, laughed, pointed at him with her finger, and said with a smile: "You were... drunk... and you said... I..."

Ning Yi put his forehead on his hands and looked at her. Feng Zhiwei smiled all the year round, but never laughed. Her smile was always restrained and calm. The corners of her lips were slightly pulled, a gentle and perfunctory arc, gentle. Everyone could see that it was perfunctory but only he understood. Seeing such a smile always made him feel pain from the bottom of his heart. It was like someone's fingertips pulling unceremoniously, pulling away all the helplessness in this life.

At this moment, her smile was finally indulgent and unrestrained for the first time. Her eyebrows were flying, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, her eyes were slightly narrowed, the light was flowing, and her lips were slightly open, with red cheeks. The teeth were white and dazzling, and that smile swayed in his blurry and dizzy vision, just like the waves of smoke, water, light and rain on the river, spinning and turning upside down, and plunged into his chest.

He lost himself in such a spin. He wanted to reach out his hand in a daze, but his arm went limp, and he was about to crash into the soup bowl. However, Feng Zhiwei still retained some sanity, stretched out his hand, and pulled He held her up with his arms, but she went limp. When they were about to fall onto the table together, she kicked the dining table away and kicked out of the awning boat.

There was a bang as the dining table entered the water, but no one came out to check. The awning boat fell into a turmoil. It was a little violent at first, and then gradually calmed down, but it was not completely still. It kept swaying slightly, quietly in the middle of the night. In the rain, it trembles slightly with the fluttering rain curtain.

It was very quiet all around. The small boat was parked in the shadow of the big ship, rising and falling quietly. The lights on the boat had been extinguished at some point. In that ignorant darkness, low voices gradually sounded.

The voice belonging to Feng Zhiwei, slightly breathy and soft, gently asked at a certain interval: "The child...how is it..."

As soon as I asked, the surroundings seemed to become quiet again, even the boat stopped moving. It seemed like a long time before Ning Yi's voice floated leisurely in the darkness.

"It's okay...sent it out..."

I don't know who said "Hmm" in the trance, the sound of rain was broken again, the slight turmoil of the awning boat gradually subsided, replaced by a dark silence, but there was a sudden flash of black light in the darkness.

The dark light belonging to a sharp weapon carries a silent chill, like the rain sneaking in with the wind this night, flickering lightly.

Like black lightning, passing through the strange atmosphere floating in the awning boat, it wants to split some of the warmth that has just been maintained.

But it finally froze in mid-air, and the lightning died.

After a long, long time.

The boat moved again, and Feng Zhiwei, who was walking a little staggeringly, emerged from the bow. She tightened her clothes at the bow and stood silently for a moment, then flew up silently and jumped onto the ship.

The ship was also quiet. Just as she was about to quietly return to the cabin, a figure in white slowly walked over from below.

He looked at her with calm and clear eyes, which seemed to see everything as he moved up and down. As soon as Feng Zhiwei touched his eyes, she looked away in embarrassment.