Yang Xianmao knew that he was precious to that wine, no matter how good the wine was, it couldn't take the favor of others, for himself, it was a good wine, for him, that was his memory, his life. So, Yang Xianmao only drank the jar of newly brewed osmanthus wine, to be honest, he didn't drink that cup, this wine is definitely good, but after drinking that cup, this wine, I will always feel that something is missing. People are like this, until they meet a better one, this is good, and once they meet a good one, it is not good.

"Senior, I have a lot of confusion, I don't know whether to ask or not. Yang Xianmao didn't know if he was drunk, but if he didn't ask for the confusion in his heart, it would be uncomfortable to hold it in his heart, so it was better to ask, whether there was an answer or not, at least he felt better.

"What should not be asked, if there is something to say, there is a fart to let go quickly. The yellow-haired old man said softly.

"The junior still doesn't know the name of the senior, I've always been curious, what kind of person is the senior?" Yang Xianmao took a sip of wine and said seemingly casually.

The yellow-haired old man stopped holding the wine glass, put the wine glass down, stared at Yang Xianmao, took a deep breath, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back, and when he said it, it became another sentence: "Name, forget, in this deep mountain, how long has no one called the old man's name." When he said this, the yellow-haired old man was sad, no matter how flat his tone was, he couldn't bury this sadness, it spread, and sprouted in Yang Xianmao's heart.

It's not that I forget, but I don't want to mention it, some things can be redundant, such as now, before asking, it is meaningful, asking the exit, it is redundant, Pingshui meets, don't ask the name, don't ask the reason, don't ask where to go, just to give the other party more space, this is the meaning, others don't want to, why bother.

"Why didn't the senior go to him in person?" Yang Xianmao lowered his head, played with his wine glass, and said softly.

The yellow-haired old man shook his head and asked suspiciously, "Who?" Obviously, the yellow-haired old man didn't understand who he was.

"Xuangu, the person you want me to find. Yang Xianmao said very slowly, he raised his head and looked at the yellow-haired old man, when the name blurted out, the yellow-haired old man's body couldn't help but tremble, and even the wine glass in his hand also trembled, and the wine spilled a few drops, fell on his clothes, and soaked away.

The yellow-haired old man put down his glass, reached out and wiped his robe, turned his head, and looked out the window. The moon is not bright at all tonight, it is crooked, and there are only a few scattered stars in the night sky, blinking and blinking, it seems to be very happy, but this moonlight is too hazy to be unpredictable. Finally, when the yellow-haired old man lowered his head, his eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and it could be seen from his expression that he was trying his best to endure and hold back his tears.

When he raised his head again, he closed his eyes and spoke lightly, his voice was a little hoarse: "I seem to have seen her just now, through the moon, I saw her, she still likes the white dress so much, she is here, the person I love is here, where else can I go? With that, he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he smiled, his heart was bitter and sweet. He only refers to herself as "I" when he speaks of her.

In fact, Yang Xianmao really wanted to ask, ask him, since you love her so much, why don't you accompany her? Live and die with her? However, Yang Xianmao felt that this was very cruel, he couldn't ask, he was afraid that if he asked, it would hurt a person's life, and living alone, this pain was nothing more than death, although he had not tasted this unforgettable pain, but from the experience of the person in front of him, he realized it.

Yang Xianmao was probably infected by this emotion, he felt that his emotions were also sad, and he directly held up the wine jar and took a big sip, as if in this way, he could relieve the stuffiness in his chest and make himself open-minded. Yang Xianmao paused, raised his sleeves to wipe off the wine that flowed out and flowed along the corners of his mouth on his chin, shook his big hand, and said sincerely: "Senior, don't worry, I will definitely hand over the scroll to him." ”

"You kid, don't think that the old man doesn't know your mind, you're shrewd, but emotionally, you'll be confused. ”

"Senior, what you said confuses me, I really don't understand. Yang Xianmao felt that he had drunk too much wine, and his brain was not easy to use.

"Boy, if you like it, you have to seize the opportunity, there are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches. Don't let her go, you will regret it. The yellow-haired old man stared out the window, the wind was blowing, the bamboo branches were swaying, and he didn't know how many bamboo leaves had fallen.

"Like, senior, you know, I'm not from here, how can I like it, how can I love?" Yang Xianmao took another sip of wine, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

"Love can be crossed, if you can't face it, it can only be said that it is because you don't love deep enough......"

"Don't you love deep enough? Hehe, I don't know what love is, drunk, really drunk. As he spoke, Yang Xianmao smirked, he was really drunk, but he didn't know why he was drunk, was it because of wine?

"That's it, that's it, boy, come, cheers. The yellow-haired old man poured the wine into the glasses of the two of them, took the lead in raising the glass, and shouted that he was going to dry with Yang Xianmao.

"Okay, it's done!" Yang Xianmao picked up the cup, touched the cup hard, took a sip, learned from the literati, read the crepe poems, and sighed: "When you sing about wine, life is geometric! Be generous and unforgettable. How can we solve our worries? Only Du Kang. ”

The yellow-haired old man shook his palms, pouted and shook his head violently, and corrected: "Wrong, wrong, it should be a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow, this sorrow can't be solved by getting drunk." ”

"Who said that? You're wrong! I'm talking about this from Mr. Cao. ”

"Mine is still what Poet Li said!"

“……”

Drunk, both of them were drunk, drunk to a mess, the quarrel gradually disappeared, and finally only the whispering of drinking and falling asleep, saying words that they couldn't hear clearly, sleeping peacefully in their dreams, and at night, finally regained peace.

The next morning, Yang Xianmao woke up from a hangover, his brain was groggy, and his stomach was a little uncomfortable, which was probably the punishment for a hangover, and he patted his head with his palm, trying to sober himself up. Widening his eyes and looking into the room, it was the place where he had been drinking last night, but the remnants of last night had been removed, and the table top was neat and clean, except that the residual smell of wine on his body was incompatible with this elegant room.

Yang Xianmao tidied up his clothes and hair, and walked outside. The morning sun was very weak, and it was in the deep mountains, this autumn, I still felt slightly cool, I couldn't help but feel excited, shrank my body, and gathered my clothes. I walked to the water tank, scooped a spoonful of water, and freshened up, which made me feel much more comfortable.

"Boy, it seems that you are not in good spirits! Last night I must have felt reluctant to give up my old man, and I was so sad that I couldn't sleep. The yellow-haired old man walked back to the courtyard from the bamboo forest and couldn't help but joke.

When Yang Xianmao heard this, he was stunned, he couldn't imagine that this old man was in such a good spirit, not at all like a hangover, or because he was used to it, and he didn't know how many lonely nights he often did this, alone, not even a person to complain. Thinking about it, Yang Xianmao couldn't help but sympathize with him, and didn't take his words to heart at all, but responded playfully: "Senior, it's you, don't cry and ask the junior to stay." ”

"What are you talking about?" When Ye Piaopiao came out of the house, he saw such a scene, the two of them were talking and laughing, not at all like the posture of blowing their beards and staring at their eyes a few days ago, and they couldn't help but wonder how they changed after a night.

Yang Xianmao and the yellow-haired old man looked at each other and smiled, but they didn't speak, which made Ye Piaopiao even more confused. Invisibly, the two of them seem to have formed a tacit understanding.

After half an hour, Yang Xianmao and Ye Piaopiao took two sets of slightly younger robes from the yellow-haired old man, changed the military uniform when they fled from the army, and destroyed them. Ye Piaopiao pretended to be a man, so that she could hurry, after all, women always have a lot of inconvenience, not to mention such a stunning beauty, along the way, I don't know how much trouble I will cause.

The yellow-haired old man led the two out of the deep mountains and old forests, otherwise, those who turned left and right were afraid that they would get lost. Before parting, Yang Xianmao and Ye Piaopiao saluted the yellow-haired old man, and said in unison: "Senior, I will leave here." ”

The yellow-haired old man nodded and said, "Be careful on the road, especially you stinky boy, as a man, you have to take care more." The yellow-haired old man feigned anger and glared at Yang Xianmao.

Yang Xianmao hurriedly nodded in response, "Yes, yes, the senior said yes." ”

Ye Piaopiao covered his mouth with his hand, hid his smile, paused, and then said solemnly, "Take care!"

There is no feast in the world that will be dispersed, those who should come will come, and those who should go will also leave, and they can't keep it, and they can't ask for it.

The yellow-haired old man looked at the two people who left, and a trace of sadness rose in his heart, everyone was gone, and there was only one living person left in this mountain forest. After they walked away, there was no trace of it, and the yellow-haired old man muttered: "Xuangu, I hope he can help you!" The yellow-haired old man returned to the bamboo house, walked to the window of the main hall, touched the piano with his fingers, and gently picked up a string, "Knock-" The sound of the piano was very dull, just like his current mood, the plucking of the strings played a fine dust, and it was flying gently, and he said in an inaudible voice: "Fortunately, there are still you." ”

Yang Xianmao and Ye Piaopiao embarked on the journey again, Yang Xianmao once asked Ye Piaopiao, asked her where she was going, Ye Piaopiao did not answer the rhetorical question, she asked Yang Xianmao where to go, Yang Xianmao replied truthfully, he said that he wanted to go to the suburbs in the north of Jiankang City to find a person named Xuangu, Ye Piaopiao knew that this was entrusted by the seniors, so she said that she wanted to go with Yang Xianmao to complete the entrustment of the predecessors. Therefore, the two did not part so quickly, here, there is still a long way to go, thinking of this, Yang Xianmao's originally slightly heavy mood has also been relieved. It may be that after being lonely for a long time, suddenly there is such a person who intrudes into his life, and after suffering life and death together, he is really one less, but he is not used to it.