There are few people on the long street of Luoyang City, the lights are gradually extinguished, the shops on both sides of the street have also closed, and there is a misty drizzle in the sky, like a needle tip, lighting up the bluestone slabs in the distance, reflecting the surrounding lights, looking like a silver-white moonlight from a distance.

Kou Zhongyuan stretched out a hand, feeling the subtle touch brought by the drizzle, suddenly, his mood became happy, the cloth shoes stepped on the silver-white wet light, it looked extremely brisk, the spies who monitored his movements were no less than dozens of people, now the long street is empty, even if the spies have the intention to hide, they can't hide, fortunately, it is better to follow Kou Zhongyuan's pace, walk on the street, stop and go, and be fast for a while. One will be slow.

When he came to a small wine shop, Kou Zhongyuan's shoulders were slightly wet, he reached out and scratched his cheeks, patted the water droplets on his shoulders, walked into the small wine shop, found a small table near the door and sat down, and happened to be able to see the drizzle outside: "Restaurant, come to a pot of sake." ”

The owner of the wine shop with a wooden and dull face hummed, scooped out a jug of sake from the vat, wiped the jug clean with a clean rag, a narrow small wine glass, a plate of peanut edamame, half of the peanut edamame, and gently placed it on the table: "Guest officer, a total of twenty-five yuan." ”

Kou Zhongyuan sighed, stretched out his hand into his arms, as if he remembered something, and pulled his hand out again: "Everyone else drinks first and then settles the bill, how can you settle the bill first and drink later, it's not in accordance with the rules?"

The owner of the liquor store said stiffly: "My liquor store is such a rule. ”

Kou Zhongyuan was unhappy, and the good mood just now disappeared in an instant: "No, this son has to drink first and then settle the bill!"

The owner of the wine shop looked Kou Zhongyuan up and down: "If the son can't pay the bill and trouble leaving, the son can take this pot of wine and snacks away." ”

"Hey, I'm grumpy, which eye do you see that this son can't afford to pay. Kou Zhongyuan took out a silver ingot from his arms and slammed it on the table: "See, see, this son is so poor that there is only silver left, and the dog looks at people with low eyes, and he doesn't inquire about the origin of this son!"

The owner of the wine shop still has a wooden expression, that is, he does not see the money because of the silver, he is flattering, and he is not annoyed because of Kou Zhongyuan's bad words, he has a faint expression, neither humble nor arrogant, what is this? This is quality, this is upbringing, this is the feelings of accommodating the other party with a broad mind!

"What kind of expression do you have?!" Kou Zhongyuan was furious, shook the silver ingot in his hand, and threw the silver ingot out for a long time: "Young Master Qian gave it, and he gave a lot, you go and get it!"

The owner of the wine shop wiped his hands on his apron, glanced at Kou Zhongyuan, and then looked at the silver ingots that fell on the ground, stepped into the rain, slowly picked up the silver ingots, carefully wiped the soil on it with the apron in front of him, and put it in his sleeve: "Thank you, son." ”

Kou Zhongyuan snorted coldly, sitting in the wine shop, watching the rain and drinking alone, eating peanuts, peeling edamame, the owner of the wine shop sat aside, leaning on the pillar of the wine shop, and fell asleep in front of him, and in the rain, the spies who no longer hid their whereabouts stood on both sides of the streets and alleys far or near, dressed differently, but their expressions were uniform and indifferent, like ghosts without feelings.

Kou Zhongyuan got up, held a wine glass in one hand, threw a peanut into his mouth with the other, and raised his wine glass to everyone: "Why don't you have a drink together?"

The usual routines in the romance, the spies can't help but be greedy, and they also drink wildly when they enter the wine shop, and then they are given sweat medicine by the other party, unconscious, and when they wake up, the other party is gone, this kind of boring and ignorant bridge can only appear in the romance, everyone in the rain does not move, they are spies trained by Zhuge Wei, and they will not make low-level mistakes.

Kou Zhongyuan cut and sat down anew: "If you don't drink and pull down, you will save my son's money." ”

Before he knew it, the night was getting darker, Kou Zhongyuan was drunk and delirious, and his body was full of empty wine jugs, he shook the wine jug in his hand, and poured it into the glass, which was already empty.

Kou Zhongyuan impatiently slammed the wine jug on the table, and made a loud noise: "Boss, boss, another pot of wine!"

The owner of the wine shop got up expressionlessly, and was about to fill a new bottle of sake, when a heavy hiccup sounded in his ears, and the smell of wine came to his face, and Kou Zhongyuan on the side had a red face, revealing a stupid expression, and smirked at the owner of the wine shop: "How is it?" boss, is it fragrant?"

The owner of the liquor shop, who had been expressionless, finally frowned, lowered his head and continued to drink.

Kou Zhongyuan pressed the hand of the owner of the wine shop with one hand and pointed to the top of the bookshelf behind the counter: "Boss, what is that?"

The owner of the liquor store knows everything: "It is the treasure of this small shop, and it has been treasured for 50 years. ”

"Bragging!" Kou Zhongyuan sneered: "The trick of trickery, the ghost only knows how many years, this is like the agreed date of the competition between two masters, it is not three months, or eighteen years, you can see four months or seventeen years, no, but what is the fact, I can't tell you clearly, you say fifty years, if it is forty-nine years, what can you do?"

After the owner of the wine shop frowned, he showed a disdainful expression: "Fifty years that are true!"

"How do you prove it's fifty years?"

"How can Childe prove that it is not fifty years? Since Childe can't prove it, then it is fifty years. ”

Kou Zhongyuan opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to refute with one mouth: "Childe, I put my words here, it will definitely not be fifty years, but forty-nine years!"

"Since Childe said that it was forty-nine years, it was forty-nine years. The owner shook his head and continued to pour wine into the flask.

Kou Zhongyuan stopped his movements: "You perfunctory me!"

"The small ones don't. ”

"You have it! You just have to give a reason for fifty years, and I will admit that it is fifty years!"

The owner of the wine shop said: "This wine is a villain, I said that it is fifty years, that is, fifty years, and I do not accept the rebuttal of the child." ”

Kou Zhongyuan was dumbfounded, yes, the wine is his, he wants to say how many years it is, even if you don't believe it, the wine is still his, and it is fifty years with him, that is, fifty years.

"Okay, good!" Kou Zhongyuan staggered and said yes, reached into his arms and took out a large bag of silver tickets: "I bought this wine!" "If the wine is mine, I say as many years as I want."

The silver ticket was in the air, Kou Zhongyuan was stunned, and suddenly smiled: "You want to cheat me out of my money, right? Hahaha, congratulations, you succeeded!"

As he spoke, he stuffed the silver ticket into the arms of the owner of the liquor store and walked straight to the bookshelf behind the counter to get the forty-nine-year-old Fenjiu.

(A very simple idealistic philosophical debate, well, kind of interesting.) ）