In the twelfth year of Kaiyuan, Li Bai was twenty-four years old and left his hometown to start his travels. In the thirteenth year of Kaiyuan, he went out of Shu, 'went to the country with a sword, and traveled far away'. ”

As he spoke, he picked up another glass of wine and looked at her with thoughtful thoughts in his eyes.

She giggled, her hand slapping on the stone table. "I'm drunk and sleepy, and the Ming Dynasty intends to hold the qin. Okay, this cup, I salute you! ”

"You ......" Before he could stop it, she was already holding the wine glass containing Luzhou Laojiao, tilted her head, and poured it all into her mouth.

After drinking this glass of wine so quickly, her madness came even more.

"I respect what you said, 'Life must be full of joy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon', 'Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure, you will have to drink 300 cups', 'Bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope to be drunk for a long time and don't want to wake up', 'The ancient sages are all lonely, only the drinker leaves his name'."

She slumped down, lying on the stone table, tapping the dissonant beat with the empty black jade cup in her hand, and reading Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine" in her mouth.

“…… Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

He handed the glass in his hand to her. "Try this cup again."

She forced herself to sit up and reached for her cup. This time, I didn't even sniff, I poured it directly into my mouth, and drank it all again.

He wanted her to taste the wine, and he didn't want to get her drunk, but he couldn't stop it.

She hiccuped and drank so hard that she almost threw up again, but she stopped.

He looked at her expression. "How? Can you drink anything? ”

"I recognize it......" she looked down at the glass in her hand, then looked up again. He smirked at him, "Why are you so ridiculous, I recognize this wine." ”

"What kind of wine is it?"

"Qingming ......"

He shook his head.

“…… Rains? ”

He wanted to shake his head, but suddenly he remembered what she was talking about.

But she thought she had said something wrong, and tilted her head strangely.

"Wrong, but I ...... I really know it. By asking where the restaurant is...... That's it, what's it called? ”

"Fenjiu. You're not mistaken. He had to admit that this second time, she was 'blinded' again.

She clapped her hands and asked with a drunken smile, "Then am I very powerful?" ”

"If this is a cup, you will recognize it again. I'll admit you're amazing. He picked out a glass of wine. Put it in front of her.

This time, he reminded him first: "Just drink a little, don't drink it all." ”

To get his approval, she shook her head and picked up the cup. This. I didn't finish the whole drink in one gulp.

But after drinking. She stuck out a little powder. Licking his lips, he said meaningfully, "This is delicious." ”

Afraid that she would drink it all again, he took the wine glass from her hand in advance.

"Who's drinking it?"

He had seen that she had her own way of recognizing wine. It is to know wine with poetry, which is peculiar and alternative, but it is not without reason, since ancient times, poetry and wine have not been separated.

She likes poetry and songs, and she also likes to use this to help her understand wine.

It should be that when he introduced her to the relevant information about these wines just now, she also wrote them down in her own unique way.

"When you sing about wine, life is geometric. It is -- Cao Mengde. She said confidently.

He smiled approvingly.

"Yes, Gujing Gongjiu, 'Peony in Wine'. In 196 A.D., Cao Cao presented the 'Nine Brewing Spring Wine' and brewing method produced in his hometown of Bozhou to Emperor Liu Xie of the Han Dynasty. Since then, the brewing workshops in the Bozhou area have flourished.

By the time of the Song Dynasty, the store had become a well-known wine-producing area. During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, Shen Li, the elder of the pavilion, in the celebration of the Wanli Emperor, took the "wine reduction" as a hometown wine to pay tribute to the imperial court, and the Wanli Emperor applauded again and again after drinking, and ordered this wine to be a tribute, and ordered it to pay tribute every year. Hence the name "tribute wine". ”

She held her head in her hands and looked at him, her face crimson and bright like a peach blossom.

"Why are you talking about this wine in such detail? Is it because I said it was delicious. ”

There was a moment of frustration in his eyes.

He knew all about each of these wines, and really didn't pay attention to why he was so particular about them.

"I'll help you to rest, you're drunk." As he spoke, he came to her again.

"But I've just drunk happily." She was pulled up by him, holding his arm in her hands, swaying, but her smile was full of eyes and lips.

"Have another drink with me," she thought of something, and smiled evilly. "Let's have a drink."

Unable to resist him, she gave him the unfinished cup of tribute wine, and she took a new one.

"I'd better help you go back, you've already drunk a lot, and when you wake up, you should have a headache again."

"It's not a bad cup."

When he didn't cooperate, she took the initiative to hook his arm, and the wine glass shook unsteadily, spilling a lot.

Seeing that she was insistent, he had no choice but to cooperate with her.

The wine went into her throat, but she shed tears.

"I've drunk it......" she looked up at him, their arms still entwined together, like branches and flowers.

"Who is it?"

"The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter."

"You're right again, why are you still shedding tears?"

She shook her head gently, her tear-soaked eyelashes like dew-stained wings.

"I don't know," she said, her eyes misty, "but I drank this glass of wine, like ...... It's already a dream. ”

She whispered, tears rising and falling.

"In my dream, the person I married was not you, and I ...... I don't remember you. It's okay, it's just a dream. ”

She looked at him with tears in her eyes, as long as she sucked hard, she could smell the smell that belonged to him, and she looked at him in a daze.

He withdrew his hands that were intertwined with each other, and she took the initiative to lean against his chest, for the first time.

She could hear his heartbeat.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable." She whispered the poem to his heart.

"Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and the moon night will be short, and the Matsuoka ...... I think the dream I had was not mine, it was his. It was he who missed his deceased wife, Wang Fu. I'm married, it's you, even if I forget the old memories, but now, we've had a glass of wine again. ”

Although it was not a glance at ten thousand years, she could drink that small pot of wine, but in just a few tens of seconds, she had already seen so many things in the past.

The hot liquor burned in her stomach as she relaxed.

Occasionally, cars in or out of the parking lot, the headlights swept past her eyes, she closed her eyes gently, and her memory returned to the day she went to Fengming.

The pain and sadness wrapped in alcohol tore off the thoughts in her brain one by one.

That night, she just wanted to get drunk.

All the images stopped before her eyes again: the hustle and bustle of the drinkers around her, the sinister glances of the man at the table at her, Feng Xinglei right in front of her, and she bit his shoulder.

She could clearly feel the force of her teeth sinking into his clothes.

At that time, the details that she had not noticed began to swing in slow motion in front of her: the thin hairs on his neck glowed golden in the light, his muscles were very tense, and his hands were clenched into fists. (To be continued.) )