After drinking the second glass of wine, Lin Liyong felt that his stomach was on fire. After drinking more than half a pound of white wine in two sips, most people couldn't stand it. If it were Lin Liyong when he was young, he could still hold on, but now he is a little older. After two glasses of wine, he immediately knew that he could not drink anymore. If he drinks it, he would definitely fall down. But when he saw Chen Chuan holding a bottle of wine, his face was still smiling, and his anger suddenly came up again.

"Pour wine!" Fortunately, he spoke very smoothly.

"I really want to drink it?" Chen Chuan asked with a smile.

"Himmer!" Lin Liyong's stomach churned, and it was poured into his throat. He forced himself to suppress it, "Drink!"

"Okay!" Chen Chuan agreed, and the cups in front of the two were full of them.

Seeing the two of them pick up the cups again, everyone became a little nervous, especially when they saw Lin Liyong's appearance at this time, their eyes were full of worry.

Lin Meihui, who had not spoken, couldn't help but say, "Drink slowly if you drink, don't drink one sip or one cup?"

Ding Shi leaned her eyes and turned around everyone's faces, then shrank her neck and ate on her own like an ostrich.

The atmosphere was a little depressed, and Chen Dan was a little uncomfortable. Zhou Ailing picked up a dish in the bowl of the little girl who was so full of oil. Then, she pulled Chen Dan, and the two got up and went to the kitchen.

Chen Chuan put his hand on the wine glass: "My second aunt gave you a step, you might as well get down, don't show off."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lin Liyong raised his glass of wine, "I feel guilty for your mom, dad and you for so many years, so I toast you for this third glass of wine, which is an apology to your whole family."

Lin Liyong raised his head without hesitation, and the third glass of wine entered his stomach again. His upper body shook, and he suddenly shook his head, which was a little painful. He watched Chen Chuan drink the wine before putting the glass on the table.

"Pour wine!"

"Can you still drink?" Chen Chuan asked.

Lin Liyong shook his upper body again, but the soldiers' physical fitness was there, and he immediately stabilized: "Under the truth?"

Chen Chuan smiled: "My third uncle, he is so old, and he will not be embarrassed if he can't drink his nephew. Don't be stubborn."

When Chen Chuan said something, everyone was stunned and then smiled. It was not that Chen Chuan was happy to drink with Lin Liyong and others, but Chen Chuan's attitude. When he came back, he didn't even call Lin Liyong, but that he was relieved until the second glass of wine. He called Lin Liyong, and after the third glass of wine, he finally recognized Lin Liyong as his uncle.

Everyone understands that Chen Chuan wants Lin Liyong's attitude. After drinking the wine, apologize, everything in the past disappeared. If you don't drink this wine, it's nothing. It's like what you used to be and what you will still be like in the future. But if you want to find such an opportunity, there will definitely be fewer opportunities, and Chen Chuan will not give you any more opportunities.

Lin Liyong also understood that in order to ease his relationship with Chen Chuan, and he felt guilty in his heart to his younger sister's family, he had to drink this wine. However, in the deep-rooted thoughts of the Chinese people, the elders apologized to the younger generation, which was a ruthless thing. Similarly, Lin Liyong was a little unwilling to open his mouth to apologize to his nephew. Then he thought, wait for Chen Chuan to apologize when he was drunk, no matter whether Chen Chuan still remembers it after sobering up, anyway, everyone on the table could testify to him. But what he didn't expect was that Chen Chuan was so capable of drinking was beyond his imagination. After drinking two glasses, he apologized without hesitation because he couldn't hold on. If he didn't apologize in advance, and if he didn't speak well, how could he apologize? Then the wine would be in vain.

As Chen Chuan finished speaking, the somewhat depressing atmosphere suddenly relaxed. Lin Liyong looked at Chen Chuan and suddenly laughed. But just laughed twice, and a hiccup came out and hurriedly covered his mouth.

Lin Yi quickly stood up and helped Lin Liyong to the kitchen, and then he heard the sound of vomiting.

Lin Meihui said angrily: "Look, what have you drunk your third uncle."

Chen Chuan smiled and took out a cigarette in his pocket and lit one. At this time, Lin Liyong came back, handed the cigarette to Lin Liyong again, and threw the lighter to Lin Liyong again.

"Don't think that being a soldier for a lifetime is great. When you are old, you will be old. You won't be able to accept retirement. Especially in front of young people, don't challenge yourself. However, it doesn't matter in front of those soldiers under your command. If you challenge, they dare not disobey."

After vomiting, Lin Liyong felt much better. Although his head was still a little swollen and painful, his heart was clear. He was a little dissatisfied when he heard Chen Chuan's words: "You are bullying me as old as you are. If you were young, you wouldn't be my opponent."

"Tsk!" Chen Chuan curled his lips: "If a hero doesn't mention his courage back then, he actually mentioned it now, it proves that you are convinced of your old age."

"I'm just believing!" Lin Liyong lit the cigarette, "Or why should we go out and practice?"

Chen Chuan smiled: "Are you sure?"

Lin Yi's face turned dark: "Dad, you really drank too much."

Lin Liyong suddenly thought that Chen Chuan was very good at his skills. Even the pride of the Lin family, Lin Yu suffered a loss in Shen Chuan's hands, and then he was shocked and said very bachelor.

"I did drink a little bit more today, so I will practice later if I have the chance."

"Ha!" Chen Chuan laughed: "Okay, when do you want to find me to practice, and when do you want to find me?"

At this time, Lin Meifang came out of the kitchen with a large bowl of sobering soup, and Zhou Ailing and Shen Dan followed her, holding a few small bowls in her hand.

"Okay, I've drunk so much wine, some sober soup."

Zhou Ailing took a spoon and served a small bowl of soup for Lin Liyong: "My third uncle, drink a little soup and your stomach will feel better."

Lin Liyong took Xiaowaner and said with a smile: "Look, it's better for my nephew's wife."

Zhou Ailing smiled slightly and served Chen Chuan another bowl of soup: "Drink some too."

The estrangement disappeared, and everyone felt relaxed, and finally had the atmosphere of a family having a meal together.

It is because Chen Chuan has changed too much in the past two years and has too much aura. If he is unhappy, he will sit there. Except for Lin Meifang, who is a damn person, even Lin Liyong feels a little pressure.

It was not until after ten o'clock that the family dinner was over. Lin Liyong drank too much and could only stay in Siheyuan for one night. Lin Meihui and Lin Meifang had not met for a long time, so they didn't leave. The two of them planned to have a long talk.

When Lin Yi knew that Ding Shiyi had occupied a room here, she was very rude and chose a room for herself and officially notified Chen Chuan that it was her room and no one was allowed to enter in the future.

Chen Chuan could only nod and agreed helplessly, then went to the study room, made the song for Liu Fan and the others, and faxed it tomorrow. This reminded him of the benefits of email. Although there are emails now, the function is still very single, especially with the current Internet speed, he could only shake his head and sigh helplessly.

He was busy here. Zhou Ailing walked in with a pot of hot water, made a cup of tea for him and placed it on the desk, then came behind him, stretched out her slender fingers and pressed her head.

"Chinese" Zhou Ailing looked at Chen Chuan writing lyrics under the score, and humming, "Who is this song for?"

Chen Chuan said, "Liu Fan!"

"Yeah!" Zhou Ailing said, "This song is indeed very suitable for him." After saying that, he saw several finished song scores at Chen Chuan's hand, and reached out and took them over, turned around and sat on the sofa, "When did you write this song?"
Chapter completed!