A bright yellow crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly above the deep night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The long river flows from the distant horizon, as if it came from the sky. The mountains on both sides are steep, and the forests on them are lush, all hidden in this watery night, deep and deep.

A green leaf as big as a boat floated from afar, swimming against the current, and it was very strange. There is a small yellow clay stove at the petiole, and from the gap under the furnace there are wisps of fire, and the red shiny coal can be faintly seen. There is a purple clay pot at the top of the stove, and there is no mist at the spout, as if it has not been opened.

On the green leaves lay a man dressed in a moon-white coat, with long hair and a shawl, and his chest open, revealing skin as white as jade. Beside him lay scattered melons and fruits and a silver flask.

The man in white supported his neck with his right hand, looking up at the bright moon, with a stunned expression. Suddenly, he curled his fingers and tapped them on the leaves beneath him, making a crisp sound of "popping", quite rhythmic.

After a moment of deliberation, the man in white hummed to the rhythm, and said:

"The fire is full of water and smokeless, a leaf, a boat, a person is idle, the wine is not exhausted, people are sleepless, and the bright moon shines on whose homeland."

After singing a few words, the man in white chuckled, picked up the wine jug casually, and poured it with his neck tilted. Crystal liquor flowed out of the spout and poured down, glittering in the moonlight and sinking into his open mouth. A little wine spilled from the corners of the white-clothed man's lips and spilled on his shirt and chest, but he didn't care, narrowed his eyes and swallowed it heavily.

"Good wine, good wine! Isn't it boring to drink such a fine wine alone? ”

A rough voice came from the sky, but it was a big man like an iron tower, with a black face and a wide mouth, and a beard like a steel needle. He was stepping on a fiery red wine gourd the size of a sailboat, which slowly fell from above, and smashed on the surface of the river with a "plop", splashing a large canopy of water.

The water splashed and fell in front of the green leaves on which the man in white was riding, but it seemed to have encountered an invisible obstacle, and slipped back into the river from both sides, without splashing on the leaves at all.

The man in white didn't even look to the side, as if nothing had happened, and he still swallowed to himself.

"Hey! Why don't you listen to people? The black-faced man sat cross-legged on the wine gourd, controlling the gourd to go against the river at the same speed, and asked loudly and dissatisfiedly as he approached the green leaves.

"Oh, don't drink it, leave me some!" Seeing that the other party still ignored him, and the wine jug was about to bottom, the black-faced man couldn't help but shout out with an anxious face.

The man in white paused, put down the silver wine jug, glanced at the black-faced man with a smile, and said without being salty: "What? Are you talking to me? ”

"Or else?" The black-faced man stared at his bronze bell-like eyes, he looked around at the surging rivers and the deep mountains and forests on both sides, and then looked at the man in white, and his voice became excited: "Is there anyone else here?" ”

"Oh, even if it's true." The man in white chuckled and squinted his eyes into the distance.

"What do you mean even if it's ......" The black-faced man still wanted to argue, and then shook his head impatiently, stretched out his rough and strong hand, and said with a coveted face: "No matter, in short, give me a taste of this wine, I can smell it from thirty miles away, it's really fragrant." ”

The man in white casually threw the silver wine jug over, and said lightly: "Your hundreds of years of Taoism have all been used on your nose?" This ability can completely get a good job in the anti-narcotics station. ”

The jug drew a silver trail in the moonlight, and fell into the hands of the black-faced man who was waiting on the side, and the latter did not argue with him, took the flask, tilted his head and poured it, and the silver liquor dripped into a thin line and fell into his mouth.

"Gollum, Gollum." The black-faced man swallowed a few mouthfuls, then his eyes lit up, he put down the wine jug, exhaled a breath of "ha", and laughed loudly: "Good wine!" Sure enough, it's a good wine! ”

He smashed his mouth a few times, and then regretted: "It's a pity that it's sweeter and not strong enough." ”

The man in white snorted softly and said, "It's okay to come uninvited, drink other people's wine, and pick and choose, what is the reason?" ”

The black-faced man laughed twice and said, "How can I pick and choose, isn't this a little opinion." After speaking, he looked whole and asked, "Why are you fishing me out like this?" ”

The man in white glanced at him with a strange expression, and sneered: "I am boating on the river alone, drinking alone on the moon, why did I become fishing for you?" You're not a king. ”

The black-faced man stared at him, raised his thick eyebrows, and said angrily: "You are known as the best of both the qin and the sword, how can you speak so bitterly?" ”

"Twin swords?" The man in white frowned, shook his head and said, "It was someone else's, I have never called myself that way, and I don't like it at all." ”

"Whatever you want." The black-faced man muttered, raised his head and poured a large sip of wine, and said suspiciously, "You're really not here to call me out?" ”

"Do you have secondary two disease or do you have delusional victimization? What did I call you out for? Do you want me to drink? The man in white scoffed.

"Hmph." The black-faced man couldn't tell him, so he had to snort and drink to himself.

Seeing that he was quiet, the man in white stopped taunting and turned his gaze to the small yellow clay stove at the petiole.

He withdrew his gaze, knuckles tapping on the blades again, humming softly to the tune of the previous song.

The black-faced man raised his head and drank the wine, only to feel that the wine was getting thinner and thinner, and finally came abruptly. He looked at the spout and saw that only one drop was left hanging on it.

The black-faced man reluctantly shook the wine jug, poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, then stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, expectantly asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

The man in white shook his head: "The last bit is for you to drink." ”

The black-faced man shook the empty wine jug regretfully, and asked unrelentingly, "That'...... What else? ”

"That's all there is to it this year." The man in white said slowly: "The name of this wine is 'Ripples', which is made by me picking white apricots in early spring and March, and the clear spring of the mountain stream, plus four coins of wolfberries and five taels of lotus seeds, and buried in the place of Shanyin for six years. ”

"Will there be any more next year?" The black-faced man put on an expression of "I understand the truth, you just tell me if there is any".

"It's really unfortunate that I buried seven altars six years ago, and now I have drunk them all." The man in white chuckled and looked at him playfully.

"Tsk." The black-faced man shook his head regretfully, and no longer insisted, but asked, "By the way, didn't you go to Chaoge?" Why are you here again now? I thought you were coming for me. ”