Chapter 22: A Thought of Heaven
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The light reappeared, and Lin Jue's eyes had changed their appearance.
The mountains and clouds here are half-wrapped, surrounding the green hills. He saw a man in front of him, hoeing and removing the green grass.
He half-squinted, looking at the dirt floor. A wind blew and blew away the long hair he had tied over his shoulders. The long hair dances, like a flag fluttering, very cheerful.
At this moment, that person, holding a melon scoop, filled it with some water, and poured it on the green leaves that had already emerged.
When he had done all this, he took the old cloth that had been set aside and wiped the light water on his hands. He walked straight to a stone table, and said as he went, "Since you are here, why don't you come in and sit down." β
This person's voice is very good, elegant and quiet. Lin Jue stepped forward and stepped into it. Lin Jue saluted respectfully and said, "Senior, hello." β
The man smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and said to Lin Jue, "Sit." β
He opened his right hand, placed it flat, and a jug of wine and two glasses appeared in his hand. The smell of wine comes out of the flask, which condenses into a mist in the air.
"It's so fragrant!" Lin involuntarily closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Why does the wine smell?" the man said, with the corners of his mouth raised.
Lin Jue heard this and fell silent. The man was not in a hurry, but lifted the wine jug, poured half a glass into Lin Jue's cup, and motioned for him to drink.
Lin Jue raised the cup in front of him and looked at the yellow liquid that was slowly flowing inside. The drinks were churning, splashing wave after wave. That's how the aroma comes. Please enter the URL: heiyaΠΏge in lowercase letters to watch the latest and fastest chapters
As a result, the smell of wine became stronger and stronger.
Ahem, ahem!
Lin Jue was choked by the smell of wine at this moment, so he coughed.
The man asked again, "Is the wine still fragrant?"
Lin Jue shook his head and said nothing.
The man raised his glass, drank it, exhaled comfortably, and brought himself another glass.
Lin Jue learned from the man and drank it. His face turned red in an instant.
Yes!
Lin Jue howled in pain, because at this moment, flames began to rise all over his body.
He felt like he was going to melt, so he said, "Before, senior, this!"
Hehehe!
The man lifted the flask and held it in the air, he raised his head, and let the drink wash down. into his mouth, into his face, into his garment.
"A person's soul is hidden in the liver, drinking alcohol hurts the liver, in fact, it hurts the soul, the soul is drunk, how can a person not get drunk? When you are drunk, you can forget the past, forget the future, forget the troubles, how good the wine is, do you want another glass?" The man brought the wine jug in his hand to Lin Jue's side and said.
"Don't. Lin Jue pursed his lips tightly, not moving, unwilling to drink again.
"Drink this pot of wine, and I will send you to heaven. If you don't drink it, you can stay here forever. The man spoke.
Lin Jue's face was full of anger, and he said to him: "Senior, how can you force a person to do something he is not willing to do!"
"For those who like it, this is not called persecution, it is called fulfillment. No one can always do what he wants, and if you can't even take this step, how can you go to heaven? How can you go to heaven? It's ridiculous, do you want everyone to be subservient to you? You're just a waste!" said the man.
Lin Jue lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his teeth chattered.
After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Bring it." β
"That's right, those who know the times are Junjie. Although this wine is strong, it is the first in the world, and it is impossible to see it when it comes out of here. The man handed the wine jug in his hand to Lin Jue.
Lin Jue frowned, raised the wine jug, tilted his head, and poured the spirit.
The liquor poured down, turning into fire dragons, entering and exiting Lin Jue's mouth, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Jue turned into a fire man.
His blood, burning at the moment, is boiling. He was in great pain, and he refused to cry out, and he glared angrily, looking at the man, refusing to admit defeat.
Long.
The wine poured out of the flask gradually decreased, and finally there was only a few liquids.
Lin Jue felt dizzy and unsustainable. He was about to fall asleep, but his intuition told him not to fall asleep or he would sink forever!
He looked at the man in front of him with half-open eyes and said, "Senior, the wine is finished." β
"Then another pot, and I'll send you up." The man flattened his arms again, and a flask reappeared, except that the jug was no longer as colourful as fire, but as ice as it was.
"You, senior, how can you go back on your word!" Lin Jue said angrily, his half-heavy eyes finally opened completely again.
The man lifted the flask, turned around, came to the grass, and poured the wine from the jug.
Laugh at.
A cold air permeated, and in an instant, this vegetable garden was frozen, and the green leaves withered and died in an instant, he glanced at Lin Jue and said: "I planted the seeds of the hoe, and the spring breeze made it break the ground, and now they have given birth to green leaves, full of vitality." As soon as I ice wine, they all die. If I raise it, raise it, and bury it at the end, is it a rebellion?"
"You, you, moody. Lin Jue snorted, was about to fall, and spoke.
Hahaha!
The man looked up and laughed, raised his hands to support the sky, his sleeves drooped, and said, "What is the difference between me and people on this day? Everyone in the world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at the world for not being able to see through it, and not being able to see through it. β
The man laughed more and more quietly, and finally fell to his knees and cried softly.
Lin Jue knew from then on that the man in front of him was a man with a story, and he could feel his pain. So he trembled to the stone table, tremblingly picked up the ice wine that had been placed on the ground, and poured two cups each.
The wine in the cup is like mountain ice, braving the cold air, curling and rising. But there is a cool winter fragrance that fills the tip of the nose.
Lin Jue held two glasses of wine, one of which was handed to the man's side, and he knelt on the ground in unison. He opened his mouth and said: "Senior, raise a glass and drink this fine wine together, and sell eternal sorrow with you!"
Lin Jue raised the wine in his hand and drank it, very heroic. The man gradually raised his eyes and looked at Lin Jue, his eyes flickering.
His white and cold face flashed a different kind of flush at this moment.
Hahaha!
The man laughed, lifted the cup of wine on the ground, and drank it from his back. He stood upside down with a wine cup, and no wine was left behind.
He stood up, looked happy, and said, "Come again." β
Lin Jue raised the flask and poured a full glass for the man and him again.
The two looked at each other and drank each other, and at the same time stood upside down, and no liquid fell.
It's been so many years, and it's the first time I've been so happy in my paintings. Thank you, little brother. I'll send you to this earthly paradise!"
"Senior, isn't this bluestone staircase endless, how do you feel that you can go to heaven after stepping on two steps?"
In the painting, Lang looked at the mountains and clouds outside the green mountains, white and lovely, he pondered for a while, and then said: "Heaven, just a thought." β