The second son of the Zhao family, who had said hello, stopped talking, sat back on the chair, and was quietly in a daze...

It didn't take long for Old Lady Zhao to bring two pots of vegetables, and turned her head as if she was about to continue serving food.

Tang Qi looked at the back of the old man in front of him and shouted, "Old lady Zhao, wait, I'll go serve the food..."

Second Young Master Zhao, who was still sitting on the chair, flashed a trace of surprise and unbearability in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

Old Man Zhao didn't insist, but walked into the back room.

Tang Qi came back with a pot of rice cakes, and Old Lady Zhao also came out of the back room with a jar.

"This is the wine brewed by Humble Jing himself, the longest stored in this jar, when my young daughter was born, I buried it under the peach tree in the courtyard, the authentic daughter Hong..."

Old lady Zhao proudly introduced the wine in her hand, but as she spoke, she recalled her memories, "This jar of wine should be drunk, without it, I won't have any more tender thoughts...."

Zhao Weihuang got up suddenly, kicked away the chair he had just sat on, and went back to the house.

Tang Qi was a little surprised, and wanted to go into the house to take a look, but was stopped by Old Lady Zhao, "Let him be, it's my fault, but I hurt this kid... Alas... Don't talk about that, we drink..."

There was a low sobbing in the room, and although the old lady Zhao in the hall was forced to smile, the wrinkles on his face that were squeezed out by the stiffness of the muscles added a bit of sadness...

Under such circumstances, Tang Qi touched wine for the first time, in a strange spiritual realm, in a past time...

Wine is not good wine, Mrs. Zhao is still exaggerating, although Tang Qi has never drunk wine, but this bitter taste should never be the taste of wine, like what? like tears, like lover's tears...

The sobbing sound in the inner room was quiet, until it gradually disappeared, Zhao Weihuang walked out again, without saying a word, sitting in the east seat of the Eight Immortals Table, the main seat, poured himself a bowl of wine, swallowed it in one gulp, but his face was distorted into shape, and he vomited and coughed a few times...

"You've never been a drinker, and you can't stand it." Old lady Zhao took a sip and said leisurely, there were no words of concern in the words, but there was a warmth of concern everywhere.

But Zhao Weihuang didn't appreciate it, "Why can't you stand it, what else can you stand it?" poured himself another bowl, and still took a bite.

This time he couldn't bear it anymore, and the whole person was lying on the table and vomiting, but he didn't eat any food, one bite at a time, he vomited wine, vomited bile, vomited full of resentment...

He spat and spit, tears coming out, louder and louder, louder and louder..."Daddy, do you know how much I adore you? Do you know how much I hate you?"

Old lady Zhao, who was holding the wine bowl, took another sip, "I know..."

"Do you know why you didn't care about your mother, your eldest brother, or your little sister at that time? Do ?...you know why you watched them die? Daddy...."

Zhao Weihuang, who couldn't cry anymore, just lay on the table like that, vomiting while talking, and the smell of sour water filled the entire hall...

"Tang Gongzi, take a sip, this wine is not bad..."Old lady Zhao did not answer, but just raised the bowl in his hand and gestured to Tang Qi.

Tang Qi was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip, the bitterness, sourness, and astringency spread from the tongue contact to the entire taste buds. What does this smell like? Maybe it's the taste of life...

And the old lady Zhao drank it one by one, not very quickly, but her face was as usual, as if she was used to it.

Zhao Weihuang, who was lying on the table, didn't move anymore, he was tired from vomiting, and he seemed to fall asleep directly on his stomach, and he could hear what seemed to be a slight snoring sound.

"Tang Gongzi, would you like to listen to the old man tell a story..."

Old lady Zhao still held the bowl in his hand, but the wine in the bowl had been drunk twice, but he didn't eat a mouthful of food...

"Of course I'm willing, but old lady, will you eat some food first?" Tang Qi took a cauliflower, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed, anyway, although there was no oil and water, but at least it was salted, and it was barely able to eat, and after another sip of wine, Tang Qi was a little dizzy...

But Old Lady Zhao still didn't eat the vegetables, but continued what he hadn't finished talking about just now.

"There was a man whose family was very poor, very poor when he was young. There are three brothers and three sisters in the family, but he is the smartest, he can recite the book he has read twice, he has made a decision, and the current affairs have been unanimously affirmed by the teachers of the private school, and this child will definitely have a future in the future..."

Old lady Zhao stared blankly at the oil lamp on the table, the wine bowl in his hand continued to pestle his mouth, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

"He is promising, Xie Yuan, the first in the township test, and the families in the middle and middle schools made up for him to go to the capital to participate in the exam, and he took the coil on the road."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the flame of the oil lamp was extinguished in the wind, and sometimes I watched the extinguished flame inadvertently light up again...

"On his way to the capital, he passed through a large family, and that family can be regarded as a wealthy family, his young lady, wearing gold and silver, wearing brocade shawl... That young man has never seen such a beauty, he fell in love with the daughter of the big family, fortunately the young man is also born handsome, can also speak, the big family is also an enlightened lord, knowing that he is a poor person who entered Beijing to catch the exam, and never looked down on him, and also made up for him, the young lady of the big family is actually a little happy with this young man... Hehe, what do you like about him, he is a young man with a mile of hope, why should he be liked by others..."

Speaking of Old Lady Zhao here, there was a slight pause, and under the dim orange light oil lamp, Tang Qi saw that the corners of Old Lady Zhao's eyes seemed to be a little crystalline.

"The young man was admitted to the Gongshi, but he couldn't go any further, so he had to return to his hometown from Beijing. On his way back, he still passed through the big family, and the big family was not kind to him, willing to marry his daughter to him, and willing to find him an official position in the capital..."

"But the young man doesn't want to! He has on his shoulders the expectations of a thousand people, and that expectation can really crush people..."

It seemed that he thought of something again, and Old Lady Zhao drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and rolled up his cuffs to wipe his mouth.

"If he goes back by himself, he will go back by himself, why should he tell the young lady about his love, and why should he drag the person he admires to go back to his hometown with him to suffer!"

Old lady Zhao's teeth rattled, and only at this time could he vent the resentment in his heart and the helplessness in his heart.

"This rich lady really loves him, she is a young lady who doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers, but she does laundry for him, learns to cook for him, learns to make wine for him, and gives birth to children for him, and this young man owes her too much, and she owes too much...."

Zhao Weihuang, who was lying on the table, moved his head, but then disappeared.

"Fortunately, as a tribute, even if he returns to the township, he can also mix an official position, he is jealous and hateful, he makes a life for the villagers of a mile, this Qinghe is located in a remote area, it is a poor and remote country, and the government is unwilling to arrange for others to come, but also follows the wish of the young man. ”

The last ray of light on the horizon fell to the bottom, and the night took over the whole land.

He concealed the actual situation and falsely reported the amount of taxes paid every year, and gradually, the whole Li became rich, and that time was also the happiest time for the young man. No, he shouldn't be called a young man, at that time he was past the age of standing, he already had two sons and a daughter, a wife and a filial piety, happy and rich, at that time he thought he was the happiest person in the world.... The happiest man..."

It seems that he can't hold back anymore, although Old Lady Zhao's breath is as usual and there is no disorder, but the tears in the corners of his eyes are like rootless water, tears like rain...

"It was the day of the annual social sacrifice, to thank God for the harvest, but that day, all the people in front of the ancestral temple, their eyes were red, they were like crazy, biting, fighting, that scene was like a human purgatory, and the young man, his wife and children were still by his side, but he did the thing of abandoning his wife and children, he arranged for all the village guards to evacuate other people's homes, but let his wife, son and daughter go home by themselves... Hehe, he's such a good official, but he's not a good husband, or even a father..."

Tang Qi had clearly heard him choking, and wanted to say something, but he was choked up when he thought about it.

Old lady Zhao didn't continue to speak, staggered to her feet, and walked towards the courtyard.

Tang Qi looked at the swaying figure in front of him and hurriedly followed, but at this time, Zhao Weihuang's clenched fists lying on the table gradually relaxed...

"The winter rain fell on my heart last night, bluestone street, muddy road, half a dream back to my former residence, one step, one step, no peach tree in front of the door... I don't see the peach tree in front of the door...."

He hugged the lonely peach tree in the courtyard, "Ying'e!

The weeper is as evil as the world, but the deceased will not reproduce "I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry for you..."

Tang Qi suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the entire courtyard seemed to fall into a dull and strange state.

The last ray of sunset had already disappeared, but now the western sky seemed to be gradually brightening up, Tang Qi rubbed his eyes, it was an illusion, but he never thought that the light was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that he had to close his eyes, but he heard a voice in his ears.

"Ying'e, for Xuan, for Shutang, is that you?"