As soon as Xiao Lei and Da Jiang entered the restaurant, they saw Chef Zeng talking with an old man with a thin face and a white beard. www.biquge.infoChef Zeng saw Dae and them coming in, and hurriedly greeted them with a smile when he saw them coming in, and introduced them to Dae.

"This is the old man Li Yongshui Li, he knows the most about this piece of history, he is old, his ears are not very good, and when Jiang asks in a loud voice, he speaks slowly. Lao Li, this is the great writer I just mentioned to you, and he is going to write down the story of our piece. ”

That old man Li seemed to be a little confused, and he didn't look at Xiao Lei and Da Jiang, but just stared directly at the two bottles of white label green bottles on the table. Xiao Lei's heart couldn't help but sink, it seemed that it was not easy to get something useful out of Li Yongshui's mouth.

Da Jiang didn't mention the visit at all, but just invited Chef Zeng and Li Yongshui to sit down, poured the wine, and respectfully toasted a glass, and while praising Chef Zeng's craftsmanship, he led the topic to the wine.

Dajiang still has some research on liquor, especially liquor, the legends and allusions of various distilleries, the identification of the quality of various liquors, and the unique brewing methods of different liquors. This is not only his hearsay, but also his own personal taste, after all, he does this job, there are still more opportunities to drink and socialize. In addition, he has a drinking friend, who is the director of the office of the gas company, and he has a deep study of wine, and they talk about these things as soon as they drink, which makes him have a lot to talk about today.

Coupled with two bottles of Erguotou to enliven the atmosphere, after a while, Li Yongshui and Chef Zeng were all flushed, and their cranial nerves were stimulated to the most active stage. And Li Yongshui didn't have the restraint at the beginning, and when he talked about the excitement, he interjected two sentences from time to time, and he couldn't stop nodding his head at the introduction of Dajiang.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Da Jiang sandwiched a chopstick dish for Li Yongshui, toasted another cup, and asked slowly: "Old man Li, I heard Chef Zeng say that we have a custom of sacrificing to the god of wine in this area, I don't know what kind of sacrifice method it is, and how did this custom come about?"

Li Yongshui, who drank a little wine, was very different from usual, when he first met, Li Yongshui lowered his head, slumped his waist, his eyes were blurred, you asked him, he seemed to be listening to a foreign language, and it took half a minute to react before he figured out what it meant. And his answer is even more subtle, often intermittent, and you don't know what he's muttering if you don't listen carefully. It shows a look of old age and lack of energy. Da Jiang thought to himself, this Li Yongshui is at most seventy this year, but it seems that some people believe him when he is eighty.

But when the wine came up, Li Yongshui's voice became powerful, and his previous incoherent thinking suddenly became clear, and even a pair of cloudy eyes were much brighter. Xiao Lei, who was accompanying the wine on the side, couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart, this Jiang is still old and spicy, if it weren't for the Jiang team's foresight and setting up this wine bureau, they would go to Li Yongshui's house to visit today, although they would not have a closed door, but it is estimated that they would not be able to ask for any useful information.

Li Yongshui, who was talking about the spirits, was obviously stunned when he heard Da Jiang ask about the god of wine. glanced at Da Jiang, and soon his eyelids drooped, holding the wine cup in his hand, and muttered: "It's all old sayings, passed down, passed down." After that, without saying a word, it seemed to return to its original state, deliberately avoiding it.

After all, Chef Zeng opened a restaurant, and he had some exquisite ability, seeing that everyone didn't speak, he was a little cold, so he simply plugged in by himself, toasted Da Jiang, and began to slowly tell what he told Da Jiang last time, and talked about it again, while talking, he also toasted Li Yongshui, and began to slowly guide him with words.

Da Jiang followed and touched two glasses, and he was also thinking in his heart, Li Yongshui is very guarded and has strong self-control, it seems that even if he is poured down, he may not be able to explain the matter of the god of wine. Is it a change of strategy, pour him two more cups, and then reveal his identity, know it with reason, and then scare two sentences to see if he can get something. But once the identity is revealed, there is no room for maneuver, and it seems that the question of sacrificing Bacchus is still asked early.

Xiao Lei next to Da Jiang, his mind was also spinning rapidly, and he could see the situation on the wine table very clearly. This is almost pulled, the background is also solid, Chef Zeng, the middleman, is playing a role, but Li Yongshui still has a lot to say, this situation is a bit tricky, and the trouble is that the Jiang team obviously has no cards in his hand, how can this play continue?

Xiao Lei pondered, and then took a sip, the strength of the second pot head is big, this Zeng chef is still sincere, I don't know where to find the white label wine, it is estimated that it has been aged for a few years, and after a sip, his throat and eyes are hot. At the moment of being stimulated by alcohol, Xiao Lei suddenly thought that if Li Yongshui really knew the god of wine, then he didn't want to say that it must be because of the god of wine's other identity, the thief, if he could hide the identity of the thief, would Li Yongshui have no scruples?

On the other hand, if Li Yongshui is covering up for the wine thief, although the god of wine is a good statement, but it is somewhat fabricated, it seems that he subconsciously still believes in ghosts and gods, even if he doesn't believe it, he must believe in the word providence at this age.

With this level of thinking, a method took shape in Xiao Lei's brain. He settled down, respectfully picked up the wine glass, saluted Li Yongshui, and said in a low voice: "Old man Li, our Guang'anmen area, since ancient times, there are too many gods, I don't know, this is ready to write a book, a visit, it really scared me." There is a nine-gate admiral living in Guang'anmen, do you know about this?"

Old Man Li raised his head inadvertently, his eyes regained some brilliance, he touched his cup with Xiao Lei, and continued: "Admiral Jiumen? Are you talking about Chang Liuye of Hufang Bridge?"

When Xiao Lei heard Li Yongshui answer, his heart was ecstatic, and there was a play. "I said that these things in old Beijing can't be hidden from you, it's this Chang Sixth Master, I just went to his house a few days ago for an interview, he is also a wine fairy, I went on the first day, accompanied by two cups, and before I asked the right question, I poured it down. I went again the next day, but fortunately, I made some preparations, and listened to Chang Ye tell a story, so I fell, but the wine was good, and the story was better. ”

Li Yongshui laughed twice: "He is merciful to his subordinates, his family's wine storage in Beijing City is famous, he is a big family, you kid still has a mouth." ”

"Who's to say it's not, I'm going to go two more times when I'm hungry, and I've drunk a good drink, and I've written down again. Xiao Lei smiled and toasted again.

"Chang Liuye's things, are you going to write them into the book?" Li Yongshui took a sip, but raised his eyes to stare at Dajiang and asked.

From beginning to end, Dajiang was in a daze, and he didn't understand which one Xiao Lei was singing, but he thought to himself, although Xiao Lei was young, he had a calm temperament, if he hadn't thought about it, he probably wouldn't have taken the liberty of acting, but I hope he came up with a way to deal with it. At this time, seeing Li Yongshui staring at himself and asking, he hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, that paragraph was written by Xiao Lei." As he spoke, he gave Xiao Lei a look, and said in his heart, I don't know about this Sixth Master Chang at all.

"Not only do you have to write it, but you have to write it in a separate chapter. Xiao Lei hurriedly picked up the words and poured himself a glass exaggeratedly. "Old man Li, I think Chang Ye's things are not all ghosts, gods, take Chang Ye's words, most of them are borrowed from ghosts and gods, talking about what you want to say but can't understand. ”

Li Yongshui obviously listened to it, looked at Xiao Lei intently, and asked, "What words?"

"Chang Ye's story is too tortuous, and I won't tell you all about it again, so I have to guess a lot by myself. My own understanding is a matter of fate and providence. Xiao Lei deliberately stopped after speaking, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

"Fate and providence?" Li Yongshui looked thoughtful, didn't drink the wine he held in mid-air, and put it down again.

"Yes, many things look evil and almost demonic to others, but it is a kind of distress for the parties involved, and it is a kind of helplessness. Old man Li, there is a Peking Opera Tsing Yi in our southern city, named Hu Anbei, the one who changed from a flower face to sing Tsing Yi a few years ago, do you know his story?

"There is such a thing, although I am not a ticket holder, but I still know this story, what, does it have anything to do with the will of heaven?" Li Yongshui replied, but his eyes never left Xiao Lei.

"This story is what Chang Liuye told me, I don't understand Peking Opera, Chang Liuye told me that Peking Opera is a child's work, generally speaking, that is, when the young actor is in the voice change period, because of the change of voice, he will change his profession, once the voice is fixed, it will not change for a lifetime, of course, it is another thing for someone to occasionally play tickets. But Juan Bei has been famous for a long time, and when he was almost fifty years old, he suddenly changed his face from a flower face to Tsing Yi, and he was just as successful and popular, do you know why?" Xiao Lei poured wine for Old Man Li as he spoke.

"I've heard Juan Bei's Tsing Yi twice, and my voice is really good. But I heard that it was said that Hu Anbei met a master hidden in the folk, and only changed his singing to Tsing Yi under the guidance of the master. Li Yongshui rubbed his red eyes and asked.

"The most important thing in Peking Opera is to inherit the seniority, that is really a teacher for one day, a father for life, how can he change his career halfway? Besides, Juan Bei became famous in the 60s, how could he change his teacher in his 50s and almost 60 years old? This reason does not make sense. Xiao Lei shook his head, but this time Li Yongshui's interest was hoisted, and his fingers kept knocking on the table.

"Old man Li, Chang Liuye said that he sang a model opera during the Cultural Revolution in northern Hunan, but because of the handling of a singing voice, he was beaten into a capitalist roader, and he was locked up in a cowshed for ten years, and there was no drama singing. Those days were the most tragic for a theater artist, and you don't know when these days will end? The depression made Juan Bei smoke and drink again, and when he was rehabilitated, his voice was already broken, and then he got throat cancer, underwent surgery, and it was difficult to even speak, how could he return to the stage and sing Tsing Yi?"

"Is there such a thing? That's really weird? Come on, tell me quickly, how can Hu Anbei sing again?" Li Yongshui had completely forgotten to drink at this time, and asked like a child, tightly pestering Xiao Lei.

(Worms have no feet, snakes can bend, leeches can wriggle, snails can shrink.) The villain sees the opportunity, because he has his teacher, and he can sit for thousands of miles without galloping. Therefore, the footwalker does not reach, the winger does not reach, the sight does not see, and the ear does not hear. Why do you know the form, but not God, and this knows God but does not know the form. If you use God in form, you will die, and if you use God in form, you will be healthy. --"The Book of Transformation")