The moon is bright and clean, a tooth hangs obliquely in the sky, and the stars are bright in the night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mighty river gushes out of the distant horizon, rushing under the dappled night, the high mountains and cliffs on both sides, the lush forests, the white moonlight is hazy, all covered with a layer of tulle-like halo, hidden in the dark and deep night, the light is indistinct.

The river is turbulent, and the water splashes jump up, reflecting the silver light, and they are submerged in the water in an instant.

A boat-like size of green leaves slowly float from the river, the weather is clear into autumn, the leaves do not see the slightest yellow, but the emerald green dripping, the leaf veins and roots are clear, although the whole body is slender, but thick and full, as if just picked from the tree, and still fresh.

The green leaves do not drift along the river, but swim upstream, which is very strange. The tips of the leaves are cocked, and the waves splash and jump, drawing the trajectory of the water waves, like a boat breaking the waves.

Lying on the green leaves was a man dressed in moon-white hair, his right hand was clenched into a fist, propped on the side of his head, his clothes were tied up at will, his chest was half flat, revealing his fair skin, and his long black hair hung down naturally, and he was coated with a layer of white light by the bright moon.

In front of the man in white is a small yellow clay stove, which is full of fire, and sometimes the sparks explode slightly, "crackling", exploding a bright red spark, which is blown away by the autumn wind on the river.

A purple clay pot is placed at the top of the stove, several places are worn, no longer smooth, the lid of the pot is missing a tooth, the cover is not real, and a little curling mist comes out of it, and the mist that comes out of the spout dissipates in the air together.

At this time, the man in white had his eyes slightly closed, his face was serene, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

The moon, the galaxy.

Mighty rivers and mountains.

A boat-like green leaf.

A man in white with his eyes closed, a small yellow clay stove burning charcoal, and a purple clay pot with a corner missing.

But it is a vivid and quiet picture.

Suddenly, the man in white stretched out his left hand, and his fingers rhythmically tapped on the green leaves, making a crisp sound of "popping".

"The crescent moon hangs, the galaxy hangs, the old new leaves are beginning to become tea, the hookah is curling and charcoal, and the small furnace yellow mud pot is purple sand."

His voice was low and magnetic, and the melody was so rhythmic that it reverberated across the mighty river where the mountains met each other.

"Smack!"

At that moment, a loud sound of a heavy object falling into the water sounded, shattering the scene along with the tranquil silence.

What fell into the water was a fiery red gourd as big as a sailboat, and on it stood a man like an iron tower, with a wide black face and a beard like needles, which looked extremely powerful.

The black-faced man smiled "haha" and said loudly:

"Why do you like to float on the river so much, and still sing these disease-free moaning tunes?"

The gourd fell into the water, splashed a violent wave of water, slapped towards the green leaves, and fell halfway, but as if it had encountered some invisible barrier, it slid down the air without touching the leaves at all.

"What do you have to do with it?"

The man in white seemed to know who was coming, and he didn't open his eyes, so he said indifferently.

"Hey, what are you talking about? It's a shame that I still treat you as a friend, and it's all my own passion? The black-faced man raised his eyebrows and said angrily.

In an instant, he put on a salivan smile again, rubbed his hands, and said, "However, as long as you give me another pot of wine from last time, I will forgive you." ”

"What else do I say, so you are thinking about this."

The man in white slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of bright pupils like stars, and then sat up and let out a chuckle: "That's called 'ripples', didn't I tell you that I finished drinking last time?" Now you still ask what to do, you are going to run for nothing today. ”

"What?"

The black-faced man raised his eyebrows, showed a look of disappointment, and then asked without giving up, "Is there anything else?" ”

"It's gone." The man in white said categorically, then pointed to the purple clay pot that was smoking a hookah, and said with a smile:

"The wine is gone, but this year in Qilu Mountain picked some new tea, these days I have free, so I fried some out, if you want to drink, you can taste it."

"Tea?"

The black-faced man exclaimed, looked at him as if he suddenly didn't know him, pointed to the tip of his nose again, and said in disbelief: "When have you ever seen me drink such a thing?" It's a shame that you can say it. ”

"I know it, if I don't know, how dare I ask that, otherwise, according to your cheeky nature, you won't drink this pot to the bottom?"

The man in white smiled "haha" and quipped.

"It's sour, it's sour." The black-faced man looked deflated and muttered unhappily.

He stepped on it, and the fiery red gourd under his feet broke through the water flow, and floated quickly towards the green leaf that the man in white was riding, and immediately became the size of the green leaf, walking side by side with it, against the current.

"I'm out of wine, what are you doing with me?"

Seeing this, the man in white raised his eyelids and said with a smile.

"Hmph, who knows if you're bluffing me, I don't believe you're not drinking." The black-faced man snorted heavily, and the words "I don't believe it" were almost written on his face.

"You're really ......"

The man in white shook his head and smiled bitterly, then stretched out his hand and took out two small purple sand cups out of thin air, hanging them in the air. He pulled his hand again, and the purple clay pot on the small yellow clay stove trembled, the lid of the pot opened automatically, and a pale yellow water line drilled out of it, like a flexible snake swimming in the air, shining in the moonlight.

Immediately, the waterline was divided into two strands, which fell into two tea cups, each of which was exactly seven points full, without the slightest spillage, and the curling white gas rose up, bringing up a burst of tea fragrance escaping in the air, the aroma was very light, it was a kind of indescribable fragrance, but it lasted for a long time.

"Oh, I don't believe you've tasted it."

The man in white waved his sleeves, and one of the purple sand tea cups slowly floated towards the black-faced man.

"No, no, I'll smell this tea thirty miles away, I'm not used to drinking this thing."

The black-faced man's nose twitched, and he hurriedly waved his hand in refusal.

"If it goes on like this, your nose is about to become a miracle."

The man in white sighed with emotion, but no longer insisted, and with a gesture of his hand, the tea cup slowly flew back towards him.

He reached out and took it, sniffed at the tip of his nose, a slight smile appeared on his face, and then he shook his head regretfully, and sighed, "It's still a little bit of a taste." With that, he took a sip and closed his eyes, looking like he was enjoying the aftertaste.

"I don't know what's so good about this thing."

The black-faced man muttered, quite puzzled. Seeing that the other party only cared about drinking tea and didn't speak, he felt a little bored at the moment, so he asked, "Hey, is Chaoge's wine good?" ”

The man in white opened his eyes and said indifferently: "I haven't tasted it, you are so curious, why don't you taste it yourself?" ”

"Excuse me." The black-faced man shook his head and snorted softly.

"I'm used to being flamboyant, but I don't want to lie down." (To be continued.) )