The shadow of a man stood in the room, carrying an oil lamp, with a long, sleepy yawn, and gently came to the window and opened the curtains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's the owner of the racecourse, the gentlemanly old gentleman.

"Hey, why are you here?"

He still remembered Zheng Fei, after all, he was a big customer who had bought 500 horses, and he was a little surprised by Zheng Fei's late-night visit.

Zheng Fei smiled back, turned sideways and let him look at the hundreds of people behind him, and said earnestly: "I want to come to you for one night, is it okay?"

"Of course, I have a vacant room here, please wait. ”

The old gentleman lowered the curtains, walked slowly through the room, and rang the little brass bell hanging on the wall, and the butler, who heard the sound, hurried to listen to the command.

"There are guests coming, go and let people prepare some supper, and by the way, clean up the guest room. ”

"But it's so late......"

"Who's to say it's not, go ahead. ”

The old gentleman moved his beard, put on his coat with the help of the butler, took the crutches, and went out.

The night is shrouded, and on the silent grassland, there is an occasional gust of wind, which is cool and pleasant, but it is a little cold.

Suddenly, a horse barked sounded, adding a rare vitality to this quiet night.

The old gentleman opened the wooden castle gate on crutches and stood in front of everyone, smiling.

"Welcome, I've asked the butler to prepare supper, so please go inside and sit down. He leaned over and made a graceful gesture of invitation.

"This old guy is good. Hans muttered softly to Santiago.

"Well, I have the impression that the rich are quite arrogant, and it seems that I was wrong. Santiago rubbed his hands together and was so excited at the thought of having a late-night snack.

A hundred or so sat down in the drawing-room, looking at the various furnishings, and soon the servants brought each of them a plate with two loaves of bread and a glass of milk, and a little roast meat.

Although it was not a delicious food, they ate it very deliciously, and they couldn't even talk when they stuffed their mouths, and it seemed that they were really hungry.

The old gentleman stood beside Zheng Fei and whispered, "I guess you must want to try the sweet Modena wine." ”

"You invite me to drink, and I'll tell you stories. Zheng Fei joked.

"Follow me. ”

The two of them left behind the people who were eating supper, walked down the aisle, and entered a neat hut, where the old gentleman lit a few oil lamps to illuminate everything in the house.

In the study, there is a faint smell of ink in the air, and the smell of books is also good.

A bookshelf crammed with books, a small writing desk, a few bottles of ink, a few quill pens, and two chairs, all there is to it.

The old gentleman came to the bookshelf, reached out and groped for a while in the middle of the box, took out a bottle of wine of fine shape, shook it vigorously, and said with a smile: "This wine has a lot of bubbles, and has a peculiar fruity aroma, which is my favorite, and hides it in the study to prevent my greedy son from stealing it." ”

"Then you are willing to give me a drink?" Hearing him say this, Zheng Fei was embarrassed to bring half a glass of crystal clear red wine to his mouth.

The old gentleman raised his wine glass, shrugged his shoulders and said solemnly: "I am not yet sixty years old this year, not much older than you...... Haha, okay I'm kidding, but the next sentence is serious. ”

After a slight pause, his bright eyes showed a hint of appreciation, and he bowed his head: "I think you are a different person, doing something different, even if I am indeed a little older, but I still hope to be friends with you." ”

Zheng Fei's pupils shone with a certain brilliance, just like the red wine in the glass, he raised his glass and touched it against the old gentleman's glass.

Groaning, pause.

"People who are different have to be under unusual pressure. ”

"Yes, but you're still much happier than me, I'm chasing something I don't know what it is every day, looking for happiness that I don't know where, just like this, day by day, in the blink of an eye, I'm in my fifties. ”

The old gentleman sighed, stared at the dark night sky outside the window like a distracted person, took a sip of wine, swallowed slowly, his eyes, his sideburns, and his every demeanor revealed a faint sadness.

Reminiscing about the past, wandering in the world to find oneself, a sad topic.

Zheng Fei was not very good at comforting people, let alone the "strange uncle" who was more than twenty years older than himself, he raised his eyebrows, took a sip from his wine glass slightly embarrassed, and turned his attention to other places.

"Hey, you just read a book?" he caught a glimpse of an open scroll on the table, and a piece of parchment in Romanian, possibly a note.

"Yes. His words pulled the old gentleman back from his melancholy, and the old gentleman cleared his throat and introduced quite proudly: "The legend of Lena Fox, the work of a Frenchman. ”

"Fairy tales?"

"It looks like a fairy tale, but it's actually a portrayal of human society, and I love the main character in the book, Lena the Fox, who is a loner in the truest sense of the word. ”

After that, the old gentleman's eyes once again swelled with that melancholy, and he sighed: "Sometimes I think I am too. ”

At this moment, Zheng Fei wanted to tell him: You have the life that countless people dream of, which is already very good, and Senna is called a real loner.

But he didn't.

Anyone's loneliness is sacred and cannot be touched by others.

Senna's loneliness is glorious despite defeat.

The old gentleman held the wine glass, moved the chair to the window, and lay down on it, facing the cold wind blowing in his face, looking up at the starry sky that had come out of the haze.

"Before going to bed, it was the most awake time of my day, I held the book, unintentionally browsing the lines of familiar and unfamiliar fonts, I don't know if I read it, my mind lived what happened today, the dim light made me a little sleepy, so I leaned on the bed and squinted for a while, in a trance, before I had time to mumble, I fell asleep. In my dreams, I often get everything I want, and I smile from the bottom of my heart. ”

Standing in the study with a faint scent of ink, Zheng Fei held a wine glass in his left hand, rubbed the rows of beautifully bound books on the bookshelf with his right hand, and the old gentleman muttered endlessly in his ears.

The lonely people of the Middle Ages, ignorant and wise, they were people who were closed in a certain place, doing the same thing day after day, they were eager to explore and pursue a new life, they were eager to go to different places to learn about different lives, so there were one navigator adventurer after another, creating an accelerated integration of world civilizations.

On the vast grassland, a horse bark sounded again, and the wind drilled into Zheng Fei's ears.

The old gentleman is the owner of the horse farm...... Why don't you develop a horse breeding industry in the Americas? )