Chapter 1097 No one is perfect

Happiness is something that is difficult to define. Due to individual cognitive deviations, it will change into all kinds of strange postures, just like light passing through a lens, releasing thousands of splendors.

For Boluogo, punishing sinners with brutal means is a kind of happiness, blocking the devil or even defeating the devil is a kind of happiness. Similarly, defending the order of the world and ensuring the eternal existence of the mortal world is also a kind of happiness.

Happiness is difficult to generalize and stereotype, and different people have different understandings, just like Palmer's happiness must be eating, drinking and eating without care.

The rich aroma of wine wafted in the room. Bologg took a sip. The taste was a little hard to describe. Anyway, with his wine tasting level, Bologg couldn't tell. As for what Aimu asked, how much should he drink?

The concentration of happiness will be reached, Boluogo doesn't know yet.

But...as long as you continue to drink, the concentration will always reach that level, or even exceed the standard.

It's just that Bologna's restrained and ascetic spirit broke out again. After feeling a little tipsy, he put the bottle in the refrigerator. There was about half a bottle left, and he could let Palmer taste it by then.

Tasting.

Although he knew nothing about wine culture, Boluogo still had some basic common sense. He picked up the bottle mouth that he had neatly cut off and put it back on the bottle. The ether flowed in the gap and broke like a friction weld.

The mouth of the bottle was miraculously taken back by Boluogo, and the old wine was resealed.

"How are you?"

Bologg looked at Aimu who was leaning on the sofa. He didn't expect that her drinking capacity was so bad. Her whole face was red. She leaned on the side holding a pillow. In response to Bologg's shouts, she just made an inexplicable hum.

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Ever since Bologna realized that Aimu had drunk too much, she had always looked like this, like a regressed baby, making meaningless hums no matter what she asked.

"well……"

Boluogo sighed, and came over to clean up the table briefly, taking away some unused dinner plates, leaving only some fried chicken nuggets and French fries in their place.

"Have some!"

Aimu stretched out his hand lazily, and Boluogo, like a waiter, picked out the fries with a fork, put them on a small plate and handed them to her.

She didn't know what she was laughing at, "Haha."

After putting these miscellaneous things in the kitchen sink, Bologo was finally able to take a break, sat back on the sofa, and pressed the remote control, and the frozen picture began to flow again.

Boluogo is a movie lover. He watched the content on TV intently. Although he was a little drunk, it did not affect his thinking about the plot. Moreover, he could metabolize the alcohol at any time.

Aimu's attention on the side was obviously not focused enough. She sometimes watched TV and sometimes looked at Boluogo, just like a child with ADHD in the movie theater.

Aimu was a little drunk.

Unlike Bologg, a person of supreme glory, who has gone through many difficulties until now, Aimu is only a second-stage believer. Bologg heard that there are a series of promotion plans for scholars in the sublimation furnace core, but currently

It's not Amu's turn yet.

The believers are not yet able to master the power of etherification, but with their extraordinary physical fitness, alcohol itself has little effect on them, not to mention that Aimu can switch to a body of steel at any time.

Now seeing Aimu looking so inattentive, Bologo was a little angry. For movie lovers like Bologo, being distracted while watching a movie was a taboo.

Bologg just wanted Aimu to try to wake up and watch the movie, but as soon as the idea came up, Bologg killed it.

Tonight's theme is a date, and getting along with the two is the first priority, while watching movies is secondary. It is an add-on that connects the dates together. If you focus too much on watching movies, you put the cart before the horse.

Boluogo guessed that Aimu thought so too, so she did not sit upright, but looked like this casually.

As an expert, Bologe is very good at guessing the enemy's thoughts, and even relies on some clues to speculate on the overall trend. Because of this overly rigorous professional attitude, in life, Bologe will also care about the little things of others from time to time.

Think about it, understand it, and empathize with them.

So Boluogo is always very thoughtful, not to mention...this feeling of being tipsy is actually not bad.

The Ninghuas with extraordinary bodies are far beyond human beings. They don't get drunk, and they don't have to fill their stomachs all the time. Even if their organs are severely damaged, they can survive for a period of time, but after all, they are the source.

For human beings, if we must eliminate all the bad qualities of human beings, in Nathaniel's words, such a life would be worse than dedicating one's soul to the devil.

These disadvantages are also important proof of the sense of life.

"Ah ha ha ha ha..."

Aimu made a strange noise, tilted his head and leaned over, breathing in hot air, and stuffed Boluogo's hand into his arms like a pillow.

Boluogo looked sideways slightly. Although the two were in a relationship, they were surprisingly restrained in their past interactions, especially Aimu. She rarely did such overly intimate actions. It may be that her alcohol content exceeded the limit, which made her change tonight.

You have to be bold.

This is actually the case.

Aimu knew very well that she was a person without courage, and Boluogo was an ice sculpture who looked extremely cold. Even though she had sharpened her sword and fed her horse, it was still very difficult for her to muster up the courage to charge.

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There is really no ambition for personal will, so she can only rely on external forces. Even though she doesn’t like the taste of this stuff, Aimu still drank a few glasses of it. According to Wosilin, this was the first time she took the initiative.

When he captured Palmer, he relied on the strength of alcohol.

hope so.

Regarding this abnormal behavior, Boluogo asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"Hee hee hee."

Aimu didn't answer. She grabbed Boluogo's arm with both hands, and touched it repeatedly as if rubbing the bark of a tree. She made an inexplicable laugh while rubbing it. Then, her whole body seemed to have no bones, and she completely relied on it.

On Boluoge's body, it flowed down like mud again, resting on Boluoge's body.

Burlogo silently picked up a piece of French fries and stuffed it into his mouth.

Aimu relied on alcohol to relieve the pressure, and even said that the relief was a bit too much, and he was about to release his true nature. Boluogo was still sitting upright, and became even more nervous because of Aimu's strange state.

Bologg has seen many sides of Aimu, the serious scholar side, the little girl hiding in the hesitant road, the extremely violent side that knocked him down with one punch... Among these many kinds of Aimu, Bologg is still the first.

I saw her like this once. She was very clingy and intimate, rolling around on the sofa like a cat.

This is a relatively unfamiliar aspect to Boluogo, and unfamiliar things always make people nervous and take some time to get familiar with.

Aimu stared at the TV screen intently, raising the corners of his mouth with a cheerful smile, "Haha, this plot is quite interesting."

Boluogo turned his head and looked at her in surprise, "Are you watching a movie?"

"Of course." Aimu replied easily, her eyes never leaving the TV screen.

As she spoke, she changed her position lightly, as if she were standing upside down, with her feet cleverly placed on the headrest of the sofa, her waist bent flexibly, and rested on Boluogo's thigh.

Aimu asked back, with a hint of mischief and expectation in her tone, "Don't you think the plot just now is very interesting? I think it's super funny."

As Amu said, he stretched out his hand and pinched the corner of Boluogo's mouth. He didn't understand why he didn't smile, and Boluogo felt a bit stunned.

Boluogo had been thinking about Aimu just now and didn't pay attention to the content of the movie at all. However, Aimu looked drunk and took everything in sight.

"Oh, there are so many elements in this movie," Aimu said again, "The selection is great."

Burlogo silently accepted Aimu's recognition of his film taste on behalf of Leviathan.

Gradually, both of them were gradually immersed in the movie, and the strange thoughts in their minds were washed away by the plot. Boluoge's body also softened, and he no longer looked serious, just like Aimu.

, carelessly moved into a comfortable posture and enjoyed it all.

This is a great comedy movie. The two male protagonists disguise themselves as women in order to avoid being hunted, but they meet their sweetheart on the way. They use the disguise of gender identity to find ways to get close to her, and then lead to a series of ridiculous stories.

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Amid bursts of laughter, the story comes to an end little by little.

Boluogo felt that Aimu's arm holding him was shaking a little. He turned his eyes and saw the delicate face with blush. She was watching the movie intently. He thought she was shaking with laughter, but there was a smile in her eyes.

A pool of clear water, as if I was about to cry.

There was concern in his tone and he asked softly, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Well, sort of."

Aimu nodded, clutching Boluogo's arm tightly, as if looking for some comfort, then curled up like a caterpillar, put on the blanket on the side, and wrapped himself tightly.

"Isn't it weird?" Aimu buried his face under the blanket, only showing a pair of watery eyes, and his voice was a little trembling, "You are obviously watching a comedy, but you look like you are about to cry. It's very disappointing."

Boluogo asked patiently, "Would you like to tell me the reason?"

Aimu sighed, his voice low and slightly confused, "Actually, it's nothing special, it's just... I often do this. Suddenly, I feel like I'm waking up from a dream."

She continued, "Whenever I feel particularly happy, I suddenly think that this happiness is short-lived and fleeting. And maybe I will never encounter such a happy thing again in the future. When I think of these

, I felt inexplicably sad.”

Boluogo asked softly, "In other words, are you happy today?"

"Yes, I am very happy," Aimu said in high spirits, and then fell lonely again. "Today's happiness index simply exceeded the standard, but it also means that I may never encounter such an experience again in the future."

Boluogo did not speak, but stretched out his hand and put his arm around Aimu's shoulders. The two were next to each other, watching the movie quietly, watching the people in the story rushing towards their respective endings.

"This is the first time," suddenly, Bologg said in a very serious tone, "but it won't be the last time, Aimu."

Aimu looked at him unexpectedly and expectantly, "Is this a promise?"

Borlog said, "It's an oath."

At this moment, the movie came to an end. The characters escaped from the gangsters and boarded the yacht happily. Both male protagonists successfully found love, but one of them had some accidents in his love.

While he was disguised as a woman, he was pursued stubbornly by another rich man. The rich man said, "I called my mother, and she was so happy that she cried. She wants you to wear her white lace wedding dress."
To be continued...