On an excellent autumn morning, Wu Xi and his party arrived at Sangui Village, the village where the primary school they supported was located. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The sky is as clear as a sapphire, and the osmanthus trees on both sides of the road are in bloom, bringing a refreshing scent.

As soon as the car stopped, they saw a group of people coming towards them from the entrance of the village, which should be the village cadre, the principal and the teacher. Cui Minghan hurriedly led everyone to get out of the car to say hello, and while they were greeting, Wu Xi took a look at the small village in front of him: there are osmanthus trees planted in front of almost every household here, and there are many large wine tanks in the yard, which are estimated to be used for osmanthus wine. At the beginning of November, it is the season of osmanthus blooming, these small delicate flowers, some yellow and white, one cluster after another, gently swaying on the branches, seeing people's hearts burst of joy.

"Xixi, come over and help move things." Tintin called her behind her back.

Wu Xi responded and returned to the car, took a box of books from Ding Ding's hand, and walked towards the agricultural tricycle that came to pull the goods with difficulty. Suddenly, her hand was light, and the box was held in the hand by a dark-skinned uncle in his forties: "You female dolls from the city can do this, let's just come, you go to the house first, sit down, drink some water and rest." The uncle smiled heartily at her and took the box in Ding Ding's arms with his other hand, and walked towards the tricycle with a relaxed gait. Wu Xi and the others were also embarrassed to be idle, and carried bags of winter clothes to the car in pairs.

After moving things, it was assigned a place to live, and the village party secretary looked at them happily: "Two people in a group, assigned to one family, you can combine them freely." Ding Ding hooked Wu Xi's arm: "My dear, I originally wanted to be in a group with you, but in order for you and Director Cui to go further, I can only find someone else." Wu Xi snorted her: "Go find your little Feifei, don't pretend to be pitiful with me." Before she finished speaking, Ding Ding had already come up to Feifei with a shy answer, and the two laughed silly.

Wu Xi looked around for a colleague who could live with him, but saw Lin Yun standing there motionless, her eyes looking straight at the ground, as if everything that happened around her had nothing to do with her.

"Lin Yun," Wu Xi walked over, "let's live together." ”

"Then you and Director Cui ......"

"Don't listen to Ding Ding's nonsense, the two of us are really nothing, just ordinary colleagues."

"Thank you, Wu Xi."

"Thank me for what?"

"I thought that after that incident, no one in this unit would pay any more attention to me."

"Fool, you didn't do anything wrong."

Cui Minghan walked over: "Wu Xi, are you in a group with Lin Yun?" ”

"Yes."

"Then you live in Uncle Yan's house, I will live in the village chief's place, and discuss the donation with him, the village chief's house and you are separated by a wall."

"Uncle Yan?"

"It's me," the honest uncle who was carrying the box for her just now shouted at Wu Xi happily, "Girl doll, let's go home quickly, and we'll start eating soon." ”

Uncle Yan's house is an ordinary small farm yard, and like other families in the village, there is an osmanthus tree planted in his yard. As soon as Wu Xi and Lin Yun entered the door, they were pulled into the front hall by the enthusiastic Aunt Yan and beckoned them to eat snacks. Wu Xi picked up a piece of osmanthus cake from the plate, this cake is very good, oily and not greasy, dissolves in the mouth, just put it in his mouth, he feels a sweet soaked into his limbs.

"Aunt Yan, did you do it yourself? It's so delicious, and even a five-star chef in town can't make it. ”

Aunt Yan was overjoyed by her, but she was still modest: "Don't make fun of me, what is this, every household in our village will do this." The most difficult thing is osmanthus wine, which requires a lot of effort, as little as a year or more than five years and ten years, and this wine can only be tasted. ”

"Aunt Yan, do you do it yourself? Can you show me there? Wu Xi is interested, her father Wu Li'an's favorite thing in his life is wine, if he can find a jar of old wine for him, it will definitely make him smile from ear to ear.

"Girl, count yourself lucky, today, there is a jar of wine to be opened, your Uncle Yan only moved it out of the cellar this morning, and he hasn't had time to open it yet, let's take a look together."

Wu Xi and Lin Yun followed Aunt Yan to the outside of the house, and happened to meet Uncle Yan moving a vessel smaller than the water tank from the back room to the outside.

"Aunt Yan, you won't just use this to make wine, right?" Wu Xi pointed to the things in Uncle Yan's arms.

"That's it, it's the wine urn, this osmanthus wine, there are many programs, and the brewing time is long, it's not cost-effective to do a little more at a time, the most important thing we do here is osmanthus, so we simply use this to make wine."

Wu Xi walked to the side of the wine urn, gently touched it and said to Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan: "This wine urn is so big, it can fit a person in." ”

As soon as these words came out, the originally happy atmosphere seemed to have been suddenly poured into a basin of ice water, and it took a sharp turn. Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan didn't answer again, staring at the wine urn with gloomy expressions and not saying a word.

Wu Xi also noticed their changes, and hurriedly smiled at them apologetically: "What's the matter, Uncle Yan, Aunt Yan, did I say something wrong?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, let's open it now." The expressions of the two returned to normal, and Uncle Yan picked up a shovel to scrape off the mud that sealed the mouth of the urn, and then peeled off the oil paper underneath. When he landed, a unique mellow fragrance wafted out of the wine urn, and Wu Xi smelled a burst of numbness.

"Take a bite." Aunt Yan picked up the wine and turned it into a spoonful and handed it to Wu Xi and Lin Yun.

"It's so fragrant," Wu Xi admired deeply, "There is a sweetness of osmanthus in the aftermath." As she spoke, she came to the urn and wanted to take a closer look at the wine. But as soon as she poked her head over, she suddenly stiffened, and the whole person took a few steps back.

"Wu Xi, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Lin Yun hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Wu Xi reluctantly smiled at her, fortunately, Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan were tasting the taste of wine just now and didn't notice her gaffe.

But what was in that wine urn?

Just when she probed over just now, she found that her reflection in the osmanthus wine had turned into a face, which was terrifyingly black, as if a hard shell had been wrapped around the skin, and a pair of blood-red eyes were cracked, as if they were about to erupt fire.

Wu Xi tried to take a few steps closer to the wine urn, and slowly stretched his head over to find out. But there was no face in the urn but a jar of amber wine. Am I mistaken? Wu Xi looked at the big wine urn in front of him in a daze, maybe he had experienced too many things recently, so he became suspicious.

"Sister, what are you looking at?" An eleven or twelve-year-old girl with a schoolbag on her back didn't know when she stood beside Wu Xi and looked up at her.

"I ......"

"You saw that too, didn't you?"