"Di di da da"
In the middle of the night, it started to rain in Chengdu. At first, it wasn't very heavy, only drizzling, but slowly, a strong wind started to blow.
"Hu la, Hu la"
The leaves of the tree were blown into a mess by the wind, and many of them were falling down.
"It's raining, so it's a little cold. " Moliere felt that his breath was white.
The alarm clock was set at 6:30 in the morning. As soon as it rang, Moliere got out of bed. Both the cold wine and red wine had amazed him yesterday. Even the little bit of white wine he had drunk yesterday was very smooth. It was soft and mellow in his mouth, not at all like the spicy and stimulating impression Moliere had in his mind.
However, he had only drunk a small cup. Although he had the urge to beat the generous him to death an hour ago, he had to swallow his words.
Therefore, Moliere had woken up early today to have breakfast and to go to the lottery. He did not intend to ask Dean to come with him.
