Shen Si was lying on the tree trunk, with his arms under his head, a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and the night breeze blew the hair on his forehead. Behind him were the noisy sect disciples. He listened quietly to other people's conversations and was occasionally amused by a few words. He thought to himself that this kind of comfortable life is not bad. It would be even better if there was a pot of wine and cakes at this time.
"Shen Si, go back."
Shen Si lowered his head and saw Fu Xu holding something in his hand and looking up at him. Shen Si didn't move and just asked lazily: "What did you bring back?"
"Wine."
"What a coincidence, how did you know that I want to have a drink now." Shen Si smiled and jumped down from the tree.
Fu Xu walked behind him: "Why were you laughing up there just now?"
"Those guys are discussing you, it's really interesting."
"What did they say?"
Shen Si spoke in a long voice, pretending to be mysterious: "They said - Senior Brother Fu has a sweetheart. You seem to be in a good mood every day. I wonder how they can tell that you are in a good mood. You don't always have this expression."
"They're right."
"Huh?"
Mingyu: Let me just say that they are dead friends!
Intention: determined
