I think it's a strange woman!" the old man sighed.

I didn't care much about the look on the old man's face, and handed the oolong tea in his hand to the old man.

The old man is a person who has experienced the eventful years, and he is a little uninterested in these modern teas.

Both worry-free and quickly realized this, and smiled lightly: "It's that I don't entertain well, presumably the old gentleman can't get used to drinking these teas, I don't have any good tea in this wine shop, but there are still a few jars of old wine, the old gentleman wants to taste it?"

The old man looked carefree and so gracious, and it was inconvenient to refuse.

After worry-free, he took out a pot of aged wine from the wine cabinet and poured a glass for the old man.

"This pot of wine is with me, but it has been sitting for hundreds of years, I hope the old gentleman likes it. ”

Hundreds of years?

The old man's expression was a little gloomy, he felt that he was worry-free because the princess was selling melons, selling herself and boasting, and exaggerating the facts. But there was a faint belief in his heart, recalling that he had met the wine shop, and this proprietress had the ability to take things from the air, all of which led the old man to the road of ghosts and gods.

The old man shook his head, thinking to himself that he was also a great man of science, how could he be confused by this kind of blinding method in front of him.

"Old man?" was worried about the old man's distraction.

"Oh-oh-" The old man retracted his thoughts, picked up the glass of wine and sniffed it carefully, the tip of his nose lingering on the tip of his nose was the smell of wine that he had never smelled before.

It is not as pungent as ordinary liquor, and there is a sweet smell at first smell, but before the old man can taste it carefully, this sweetness dissipates, and it turns into a taste of absinthe.

Absinthe?

The old man raised his eyebrows and took a sip. The taste of wine is like its smell, the sweetness is fleeting, and the bitterness lingers between the lips and teeth, like the decades of going round and round, sleepless nights.

Many pictures flashed in the old man's eyes, and then a tear fell from the corner of the old man's eye, and the tears dripped down his dark yellow cheeks into the wine glass.

Ripples.

Only then did the old man realize that he had actually cried, and he wiped away his tears and smiled.

"Gaffe. ”

"The old gentleman can have bitter tears after drinking my wine, and he is really a person who is destined. "Neither worry-free said.

"Oh, what do you say?" said the old man, curious.

"My wine is made by the story of a friend, more than a thousand years ago, he saw a peerless face in the world, after a thousand years, day and night, and finally in a thousand years ago I had a dream, and the old man stayed with him for four years, and finally the dust settled, it was a catastrophe, became a cup of bitter wine, that is, the old gentleman, you drank this cup. ”

After the words fell, she drank sweet milk tea without worry, she has said too many bitter words in her life, and she should eat something sweet at this age.

"The girl is really joking, wine can be left for more than a thousand years!" the old man still didn't believe it.

"Mr. as a generation of scientific researchers, is naturally science for the faith, it doesn't matter if you don't believe in ghosts and gods, existence is reasonable, whether you believe it or not, you are already my worry-free guest, the obsession in your heart has become the reason for me to build my dreams, and the transaction is inevitable. "I didn't have to worry about holding my chin and looking at the old man.

A cooked duck can't run!

"How do you know that I am a scientific researcher, and what is the purpose of you bringing me here when you investigate me?" the old man's eyebrows were a little cold, and his palms were clenched into fists.

"Don't be so nervous, old man, you can come here because of your fate with my wine shop, my purpose is to build dreams, and you are here to make a deal with me. After all, ghosts and gods are not terrible, but what is terrible is the human heart.

"What deal?" asked the old man.

He smiled lightly, did not speak, but raised his fingertips and cast a spell, which entered the old man's body, and the memories of the sixties flashed in the old man's eyes.

"This. ”

"You ——" the old man's eyes were full of horror, he always thought that the woman in front of him was just playing some magic tricks, but it turned out that there were really some magic tricks, since it could evoke his long-sealed memories.

"You don't need to panic, although I am not a good person, but I am not a bad person, I still say the same thing, it is all providence that you can come here, the uneasy feeling in your heart, and remorse, only I can find the answer here. "It was both carefree and a glass of wine.

She didn't want to meet such a guest again, it was too difficult to explain, and in thousands of years, this was the first guest to meet a dry mouth to explain.

The old man hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly spoke, "You know that I am in remorse, then you should know that people cannot be resurrected after death, and I am destined to haunt me in this life." ”

"It's true that people can't be resurrected after death, but in my place, people can be resurrected after death, but it's a pity, old man, your life is running out, not enough for another person to be reborn. He sighed helplessly, feeling that he had encountered a loss-making business again.

The old man smiled bitterly, "Since it is my fault, it should be borne by me." ”

At that time, the twilight was approaching, the sunset was fading, and the night slowly surrounded the wine shop, leaving a little light.

Fireflies linger under the towering plane trees, and sing a midsummer night's song with the little night tour of the gods.

The evening breeze swept away the heat, hitting the face that was carefree, and it was very comfortable.

The smell of the overflowing kitchen mixed with the sound of the spatula hitting the iron pot pulls people's appetites.

"It's night, so let's stay for a light meal. After saying this, he went to the kitchen.

Then she and Yang Jian brought out the dishes together, she reopened the pot of sake, and prepared a bottle of sherbet, which was for He Zhi to get drunk.

Worry-free led the old man to sit at the dining table, and Yang Jian sat opposite Worry-free.

"The fish soup is here!" He Zhi shouted drunkly, and then he walked out of the kitchen with a pot of fragrant fish soup and put it on the dining table.

The fish soup is a clean milky white color, and the rich aroma is mixed with the unique aroma of the nameless sake brewery, which is particularly attractive.

"Don't be restrained, old gentleman, please. "It's carefree, and it's very polite to make a gesture of please.

He Zhizui and Yang Jian coincidentally "vomited" in their hearts, "Pretentious!"

After glancing at him without worry, he knew what was going on in his heart.

"Xiaodrunk, you've worked hard today, come, the owner of this shop will toast you. He poured him a glass of wine instead of sherbet.

He Zhi was drunk and stunned for three seconds, and he was very innocent to take the wine in his hand that was almost worry-free.

Drink it all.

Although sake is sweet, it cannot withstand alcohol in the 40s. He knows that he has never drunk such strong wine.

As soon as he swallowed it, he coughed violently: "Ahem, cough, cough—"

He Zhidrunk's face was very ugly, and he was choked so that the blue muscles on his face burst out.