The Double-Chapter 480 - 151: An Accident_3

"You don’t drink?" Old General Jih’s eyes suddenly revealed disappointment, as if Jiang Li had done something regrettable.

"I get drunk." Jiang Li said.

"Then don’t drink, just watch us drink." Situ Jiuyue said, and then he lifted a jar of wine from the ground.

It was Jiang Li who drank the fruit dew with a tiny porcelain cup, while everyone else used large bowls to receive the wine from the jar. But, in the end, all had to raise their drinks together.

"May the New Year bring fortune, and may everything go as you wish!" Kong Liu said in his coarse and gruff voice. He was a simple man, and these few words were already the most florid ones he could muster. He had no more to say.

Jiang Li raised her cup and clinked it against everyone else’s bowls, making a crisp sound, and some of the liquor splashed out, releasing its fresh fragrance.

The fruit dew didn’t contain alcohol, only a sweet taste. Jiang Li set down her cup. Surprisingly, she had thought that someone as elegant as Jih Heng would also use a tiny wine cup, but, unexpectedly, he too took up a wine bowl and drained it in one go.

Unlike Kong Liu’s roughness, Jih Heng holding a wine bowl was like a beauty wielding a sword, possessing a kind of unrestrained grace that only seemed to make him more charming. Jiang Li pondered, generally speaking, one can discern a person’s temperament from their actions. But Jih Heng’s behavior always contradicted itself, and the deeper she tried to understand him, the more she realized how little she knew.

"I see everyone is quite happy, Ah Heng," Old General Jih suddenly said, "why don’t you sing one for us?"

The smile on Jih Heng’s face faded instantly, and Jiang Li could clearly feel the young man seated beside her stiffen slightly.

Wen Renyao, oblivious to this, cheerfully said, "Sing one, sing one!"

"Sing... sing what?" Jiang Li couldn’t help but ask, and upon her words, Jih Heng cast a faint glance her way. Jiang Li immediately felt she had spoken out of turn but couldn’t understand what she had said wrong. She could only pretend to pick up her wine cup and lower her head to drink the fruit dew.

"Our Ah Heng, he can sing opera," boasted Old General Jih, "In Yanjing City today, no one sings better than a small fraction of Ah Heng!"

Jiang Li: "...." She suspected she had heard wrong, but Old General Jih’s voice was so thunderous that it was hard for one to mishear. Thus, she doubted whether the alcohol they had drunk was so potent that it had made Old General Jih drunk, causing him to spout nonsense. However, Old General Jih appeared completely composed, not at all like someone who had been drinking. Therefore, Jiang Li had to wonder if she was the one who was drunk. Could it be that the fruit dew was also intoxicating? Clearly, there was no taste of alcohol in it.

Jiang Li stared blankly at the wine cup in her hand and spaced out.

"He once stayed with my master for some time." Seeing Jiang Li’s confusion, Wen Renyao kindly explained, "My master’s favorite pastime was listening to opera, and when Ah Heng was still young, the master taught him to sing opera. But we’ve never heard Ah Heng sing except for once," Wen Renyao recalled as if relishing the memory, "Once, when Ah Heng was young, he got drunk and began to sing at a feast. Miss Jiang the Second, with Ah Heng’s looks and voice, if he were to sing opera, just imagine, who in this world wouldn’t be mesmerized by him?"

Jiang Li asked, "You all heard it?"

"Of course." Wen Renyao replied very naturally.

It’s surprising these people are still alive, Jiang Li thought, which means that in Jih Heng’s heart, he truly considered these people his own. Otherwise, if it were anyone else, Jiang Li could almost imagine that Jih Heng would have killed them without hesitation. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Because the look in his eyes now was that of someone about to kill.

Noticing Jiang Li’s gaze, Jih Heng turned his head towards her, and she felt somewhat numb under his gaze. Then she saw the young man suddenly smile, and with that smile, it was as though flowers bloomed all over the mountains in spring, leaving one dizzy and disoriented. Amidst the dizziness, yet his voice carried a cool aloofness as he slowly said, "Do you want to hear it too?"

Jiang Li shuddered, "I don’t want to."

What a joke, she wasn’t Wen Renyao, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live.

Upon hearing this, Wen Renyao seemed as if he still found the situation not lively enough and said, "Miss Jiang the Second, you’re really missing out on something big. You should really listen to Ah Heng’s voice. After hearing him sing, you will have no regrets. But it’s been many years since I last heard him sing." Having said that, he let out a deep sigh, "It really is nostalgic."

Many years ago? In Jiang Li’s heart, an image of an exquisitely beautiful young master, delicately and finely chiseled, surfaced. It must have been at that time that Jih Heng, presumably also dressed in red, but much younger than the person before her. Not only that, when he sang, both tender and touching, indeed, just the thought of it was lovely.