White Yin looked strangely at the person who came to visit in the middle of the night, and listened to this strange words.

What do you call yourself white?

He’s not white, who can he be?

This question is not easy to ask.

The strength of the short knife in the white voice holding the hand has increased a few points at present.

He asked the bird, “Why do you ask that?”

Even the little meeting of the bird was silent, "Have I ever said that you are like a friend of mine?"

Friends?

The white voice took a small step back.

I can’t wait to remember the dream I just had!

In the dream, there are birds!

So, while he was confused, he could not help but be a little more curious about the person in front of him.

Then he followed the words of the bird just now and asked, “Am I...knowing you?”

When the air is finished, the air freezes.

The two eyes are intertwined, and they may already have a feeling in each other's hearts at this moment.

No one spoke!

For a moment, the hand of Bai Yin holding the knife gradually put down, with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, but in an instant, he said very firmly: "No, we can't know."

Because in his impression, there is no such thing as a bird!

Even the bird laughed bitterly, "Yes, you can't be him."

Because his grandfather does not know himself.

They both rejected their assumptions and thoughts.

Even the bird did not wait much, and after saying this, he hurried away with a regret.

The night, swept by the wind and heavy snow, once again regained its quietness.

White looked at the end of the empty promenade and fell silent.

That night, he drank wine for the night.

I was drunk on the stone steps.

Like a twilight of mud!

...

Early morning.

He opened his eyes and took his own occupied broom to sweep the snow.

As soon as I arrived in the courtyard, I saw the white sound lying on the stone scale.

He was full of snow.

His face was red and his lips were bruised.

It was obviously frozen.

Song stopped immediately.

What is this?

A large living man lay here, and the broom he was holding did not know whether to sweep from the left to the right.Or from the right to the left?

After a while, he was unaware.

“What... what is good?”

He was afraid of white, as everyone knew.

For a long time –

He went to the white voice, crouched down, gently pushed him a few times with his hand, and whispered: "White voice?White voice?You wake up.”

The mud is still moving!

Song did not give up, continued to call: "White voice, this winter, if you lie here to sleep will catch cold, you wake up, white voice?"Wake up.”

“...”

“Soon to help you go back to rest?”

“...”

The mud heard a little sound, and the body moved slightly, but still did not wake up.

What a death!

At this time, Luang was already up, he sorted out his clothes and went out the door, just round the promenade, and saw this scene.

What is it?

I was embarrassed, and then walked quickly.

Ask the hymn: “What’s the matter?”

Scared the baby.

Song saw him, Huo Ran got up, some nervous, grabbed the broom in his hand, and quickly explained: "That... I don't know what happened?"When I came to sweep the snow one morning, I saw the white voice lying here, and I told him not to wake up."

He swung his nose and smelled a very heavy wine.

It smells bad at the tip of your nose.

He immediately frowned.

As you look around, you can see a few bottles of wine covered in heavy snow.

Crooked east.

Seven verticals.

Did you come out last night to drink?

Even if you drink, you get drunk!

Now lying here, half-section buried in the snow.

If it hadn’t been for him to make a snoring sound, others would have thought he was dead!

And it was definitely frozen to death.

If the snow falls more, he can't think he's going to get his head!

Song stopped anxiously and asked, “Lang, what now?”You can’t let White sleep all the time, do you?”

He has nothing to do anyway!

Luang was a rough man, and when his eyes turned, he stooped down and reached out to tug at the thick white-sounding arm.

With a hard hand, he pulled him up.

Hold it on your shoulder.

Gone.

In this scene, I looked directly blind.

Look at the hand that is suitable for writing a pen, I am afraid that not even a bucket of well water can be raised.

What a shame!

He sighed and silently took the broom and began to sweep the snow.

...

Luang Bo put the drunken white sound back into the house and threw him into the bed without pity.

“Shallow up!”

The back of the white voice hit the back of the hard state bed.

Probably because it hurts too much.

When he said “ah,” he woke up.

The whole person could not help but shrunk into a clump, holding his head sorely.

I opened my eyes and saw the smiles on the side of the bed.

The wine was gone, and there was a little awareness.

He sat up and stared at Luang and asked, “What are you beating me for?”

Oh, hey.

wronged me.

Luang Boan innocent face, with a hint of anger, choked back: "Who hit you?"“Do you know what your eyes have seen me beating you?”

White voice touched his head: “It’s just you, isn’t it?”Is it me?”

“Did you say you were drinking?”Do you know that if I hadn't carried you back, you would still be lying in the snow heap outside, and you'd be frozen to death."

“...”

The white voice reacted.

Yes!I drank wine in the garden yesterday.

As a result, they lose consciousness.

It was said that the white voice found himself trembling all over his body.

Cold spreads throughout the body.

The teeth are trembling.

It was cold for a night, not cold.

He took a breath, rubbed his arms around him, and pulled the bed of the bed.

It is tightly wrapped.

Then he looked at Luang with five mixed eyes: "Thank you."

"Thank you, you're not stupid."

"You're really into the foot."Luang Bai laughed with a proud laugh, and sat down on the side of the bed, greeted the white voice with some confused eyes, and asked, "But really, what happened to you?"Last night you woke up after a nightmare wake up strange, ask you, you do not say, I thought you just went out for a walk, but did not think of drinking a night's wine outside, you drink it, drink it for a night, drink even if it is night, how to drink like this?Do you know that Song Gongzi was terrified when he saw you so!He is small, he can't carry you at all, if it weren't for me, you're still lying outside, what?Also

Do you expect the prince to carry you?Have a dream!If the prince, he must directly order a bucket of water to be poured on your head, and you will wait until it becomes an ice sculpture."

“...”

This mouth is too pompous.

Indeed, it was taught by the Qur’an.It's not easy.