In the evening, in the restaurant of the country house, there are six hot dishes of all sizes on the antique table of the Eight Immortals, plus small cold dishes that are picked and made by local wild vegetables. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infohuoran.ranen'

As for the wine, it is really rice wine from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. However, as Lao Jiang said, there is also a jar of authentic Inner Mongolia stuffed donkey liquor next to the rice wine.

Needless to say, the eight dishes do not use a drop of soy sauce and sesame oil, and all of them are cooked with some mountain salt and aged vinegar. The original dishes and the fish soup boiled in local water are so good.

Song Mingyue sat at the main table, tasting fish soup by herself, eating vegetables in small bites, and had no emotion to speak at all. And Lao Jiang and Yang Mucheng, an old man and a young man, although it was the first time they met, they didn't have too much cold noise, they each held on to a pot of warm rice wine, and with a stuffy donkey, they had already drunk it.

As long as anyone who has drunk alcohol knows that mixing two kinds of wine together is the easiest to get drunk, but Yang Mucheng knows that he can't hide from the wine. Moreover, people who are good at wine are judged by their character. Since the old man wants to drink, he will accompany him throughout the whole process.

When two people drink, they don't use a cup, but a small coarse porcelain bowl, and a bowl costs more than two taels of wine. As soon as the old man came up, he served three bowls to Yang Mucheng, so that more than six taels of rice wine and white wine went down.

The rice wine was warm, coupled with the heat of the stuffy donkey, after Yang Mucheng three bowls, he immediately felt that the whole person was hot, and he took a long breath, and the full taste of wine seemed to be as dry as dry wood.

Looking at Lao Jiang again, it seems that he has long been familiar with or fond of this method of drinking, his face does not change color and his heart does not beat, and he also serves a bowl of fresh fish soup for Yang Mucheng.

The fish is a wild fish in the original ecological fishing pond, originally a few years ago there were people in the village who wanted to develop and contract breeding, the old man stared, and no one dared to hit the idea of this fishing pond. Therefore, Yang Mucheng and the others were able to eat real wild fish soup today.

In this bowl of soup, even the green onions used are not genetically modified green onions grown at home, but wild mountain onions. The mountain onion tastes a little firewood, and it is not easy to chew, but it is better because the fragrance is clearer, and it is really the best choice to make soup.

After drinking more than six taels of wine in one go, and then drinking hot fresh fish soup, Yang Mucheng had already begun to sweat all over his body, and he was indescribably happy. Unbuttoned his coat, Yang Mucheng rolled up his sleeves, and was not polite to Lao Jiang, and tasted a few side dishes carefully prepared by Lao Jiang. Then he raised the bowl to the old ginger, first thanked him, then praised the food, and finally drank wine. Three times in a row, three bowls again.

Lao Jiang didn't answer, but just accompanied Yang Mucheng to drink bowl by bowl. After six bowls, everyone drank more than a pound. Although there is a lot of rice wine and less stuffy donkeys, the wine is still very strong. If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you will not be able to resist it for a long time.

The meridians in Yang Mucheng's body are unblocked, and as long as he is willing, he will not get drunk no matter how much he drinks. However, the old man was also divine, and he didn't get drunk at all after drinking so much with Yang Mucheng. Moreover, the old man seemed to be more and more energetic the more he drank, and his eyes were full of energy.

"Old man, the two words chasing the wind hanging in the hall are domineering and elegant, and the author's name is Li Mingtong. I don't know, where is this Li Mingtuo? ”

Taking advantage of the wine, Yang Mucheng spoke to Lao Jiang.

When Lao Jiang heard Yang Mucheng's words, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Song Mingyue, who was still eating without changing his face, and was a little puzzled. However, Song Mingyue was just eating light side dishes by herself, as if she hadn't heard Yang Mucheng's words at all. Old Jiang groaned for a moment and looked at Yang Mucheng, whose face was already red. said: "Li Mingtong is the owner of this house, and he is also the master that my old man has followed in his life. The Li Ye I'm talking about is him. ”

Although Yang Mucheng had already vaguely guessed that Li Mingli was likely to be Song Mingyue's former man, the current Li Ye. However, Song Mingyue and Lao Jiang were talking in a foggy manner, as if a century-old monk was playing meditation. In order to understand the doubts in happiness, he deliberately broke the game with the power of wine.

Now that it has been confirmed, Yang Mucheng raised the bowl and said: "I have long heard that Li Ye is an invincible and fierce person, and since I am fortunate to sit in his courtyard today, how can I make a bowl for him." ”

After speaking, Yang Mucheng drank the wine in the bowl alone.

"Sycophants are not filmed like this, Li Ye has a lot of rivers and waves in his life, heavy rain and tides, and the wind and clouds are surging, and he can sing and cry. Unfortunately, he appeared and disappeared too quickly, even faster than a flash in the pan. Therefore, whether it is official, Internet, or business legends, few people know that there is such a number one person as him. Young man, I can understand that you want to slap the sycophant, but it is hypocrisy to overshoot the sycophant. However, whether you are sincere or false, some people say that Li Ye is good, and I will drink a bowl for you after all. ”

Lao Jiang raised the bowl and dried the bowl of wine with great temperament.

When Yang Mucheng heard Lao Jiang say this, he first took a sign, and then smiled embarrassedly. looked at Song Mingyue next to her, still just drinking soup and eating vegetables by herself, as if she hadn't heard the conversation between the two people at all.

This meal lasted two hours. Yang Mucheng and Lao Jiang each drank more than two catties of rice wine and one catty of stuffy donkeys. If it were someone else, I was afraid that it would burn out. However, the two of them sat upright and drank wildly, so unhappy.

Song Mingyue sat at the table for more than half an hour, and then quietly got up, ignoring the old and young who were drinking, but walked around the courtyard. Through the window, Yang Mucheng saw that she hugged her shoulders slightly, looking lonely in the night.

That night, Song Mingyue went to a bedroom to rest, and Yang Mucheng was arranged by Lao Jiang into a guest room. As for Lao Jiang himself, he didn't live in the main house of the villa, and rested in a side room at the entrance of the courtyard. Moreover, it seems that he has been living in the wing room for so many years, and has never lived in the main house.

Lying on the bed, Yang Mucheng tossed and turned, full of curiosity about this Li Ye who had never met before. What does a man who has never forgotten Song Mingyue to this day, an old man who is willing to call himself an old servant and has been guarding the house for many years?

Early the next morning, Yang Mucheng had just finished lying on the bed, and there was already a burst of hollow fists in the courtyard. Outside, someone was actually practicing boxing.

Yang Mucheng frowned, knowing that there were only three people living in this huge villa last night. Song Mingyue, he and Lao Jiang. Song Mingyue obviously doesn't know kung fu, and he is still lying down, and the people who practice outside can guess that it is Lao Jiang without saying it.

Quietly getting up, Yang Mucheng leaned out of the window and saw that Lao Jiang was walking quickly in the yard. Looking at his fist posture, it looks like a baguazhang, swimming quickly and as flexible as a carp.

However, when the foot was halfway through the swim, the figure suddenly turned, but suddenly it became an eight-pole pile method, a hard bridge and a hard horse, and a hard fight! The feet changed again, but suddenly interspersed with Wing Chun's two-word tongs sheep and horses!

Flexible and highly skilled. The most important thing is that Yang Mucheng knew that the old man's body did not have any superfluous movements, and he waved his elbow with a fierce killing intent.

Yang Mucheng has reason to believe that if those fighters with any boxing style or trick come to him, they will definitely not stand for more than two blinks before being put down.

Although Yang Mucheng felt that he was definitely not an ordinary person when he saw the old man yesterday, but now that he really saw him swinging his fists, he realized that the old man was a real master.

Even if he was using the ability of the forest gun, if he didn't use a hot weapon and just relied on his close-quarters force value to fight, Yang Mucheng believed that he would not be able to surpass Shihe.

"Are you up?"

Just as Yang Mucheng was looking at the old man boxing in the courtyard outside the window, Song Mingyue's voice sounded at the door.

"Get up."

Yang Mucheng instinctively agreed.

"Come out for a walk with me."

After Song Mingyue finished speaking, she had already left his door.

Yang Mucheng quickly cleaned up, then went to the most quaint hand-cranked well outside to fetch water by himself, washed his face, and followed Song Mingyue out of the door. From beginning to end, the old man practiced and wandered around the courtyard, and he didn't mean to say hello.

Looking at his usual appearance, he is already an old man in his sixties, but he looks healthier and tougher than others. However, looking at his drinking last night, he looked like an impulsive young man about twenty years old, only happy with his hot blood and comfort. Looking at his boxing now, he has the flexible posture of a young man and the spicy and sophisticated wisdom and experience.

This old man is truly extraordinary, and there must be a lot of stories.

With more doubts in his heart, Yang Mucheng walked out of the gate of the villa with Song Mingyue and walked towards the back mountain. Winding paths, mountains full of wildflowers and weeds. The rising sun, the occasional bird, the fresh air after the rain. Yang Mucheng closed his eyes in the sunlight and took a deep breath, the fragrance of plants and trees entered his nose and lungs, and the whole person was going to be drunk.

"That old Jiang's ability is just to look at his force value, not to mention being a bodyguard for others, if he is willing to open a museum to teach art, I don't know how many people will cry and beg him to accept it. Such a person is willing to be a gatekeeper like an old servant. This Li Ye must be extraordinary. ”

Yang Mucheng walked behind Song Mingyue, seemingly muttering to himself, but in fact, he wanted to understand who this Li Ye was from the side by evaluating Song Mingyue, who was introduced by Lao Jiang.

However, Song Mingyue didn't seem to hear it at all, just walked in front silently, all the way to the top of the mountain. Yang Mucheng saw that this kind of temptation had no effect, and it was not good to continue to ask questions.

At this time, Song Mingyue had already changed out of her professional clothes, wearing a very traditional cardigan coat, and a pair of cloth shoes under her feet. The whole person looks like there is no longer much of a professional woman's sharpness, just like an ordinary woman walking in the countryside. The sorrow between the eyebrows seems to be missing someone, and it seems to be remembering something.

Following her, the two of them quickly reached a flat field near the top of the mountain. There was a small, inconspicuous mound with two cypress trees planted on its side and a stone monument erected in front of it.

Here, it is actually the burial place of the man before Song Mingyue! (To be continued.) )