Gusts of cool wind blew and finally woke the two of them up.

At some point, they had already gotten out of the car. Walking forward, looking at the flowers blooming in the sky and the bright moon in a foreign land.

It was at this time that a different smell lingered.

Under the shaken sycamore leaves, fluffy balls are swaggering. The two stepped on the soft leaves, and between their snorts, what appeared was no longer the strange fragrance of eternity, but the cry that had been heavy for thousands of years.

As a Westerner, in the depths of their souls, they have seen the cultivation of countless Orientals, the golden yellow after being covered with oil and sweat, the infinite shouts in the golden sky and the earth, the shouts of celebration, the shouts of joy, and the dance of the harvest of the ancient peoples unfolding in front of them.

"I smell the scent of the rice, the aroma of the rice ripening in the sun." Aina said lightly, "I swear, although I have seen rice before, I have never asked for such an aura up close. ”

"You saw that too?" Johansen whispered, long since he lost his usual frivolity.

There was no answer, but both knew the answer.

Just as another firework unfolded, just as the crackling sound brought the submerged cold flower into view again, the breath of gunsmoke settled down again and was carried away by the evening breeze.

At the same time, there is also the blue bamboo sea in the eternal wind.

"I've heard that in China, there is an ancient wine called Zhuyeqing." Aina looked at the sky, not knowing what to look at, and said.

"I know, it must be the wine from Zhou, the wine from Huaxia.

Such a fine wine. It must be famous all over the world. But. Why haven't I heard of it before? After too much shock, Johansen was able to withdraw from a certain atmosphere and wake up, he said with confusion.

"There must not be too many good things."

At this time, the two of them had already seen the long feast at the end of the street, and saw the people who should have been in full swing, in some wonderful atmosphere. There was a miraculous silence - everyone breathed deeply, their eyes converging in one place.

At this time, Zhou Yi had already opened the fourth wine jar.

This jar of wine is a deep sauce black, and even Zhou Yi forgot what he put in it, only remembering that he put many, many kinds of fruits in it, as well as some other common herbs that have no side effects, such as gastrodia, licorice and the like.

When the lid of the wine was opened, there was not a trace of the aroma of the wine overflowing, and it was dark and translucent, shining the whole person. The eyes that shine brightly in the dim light are even brighter.

Thankfully, there was no wine. There was no other smell.

Zhou Yi scooped up a bowl of wine syrup and licked it with his tongue.

The black liquor appears thick, and it is as clear as amber jelly, which is a little softer than jelly, and when it enters the mouth, it dissolves, just like turtle jelly, leaving only a very light and faint taste that cannot be felt in the mouth, and the thick black color and jelly-like condensation are not commensurate at all.

The faint taste, as the wine melts and dissolves, it lasts for a long time, getting thicker and thicker, and then it is the same thicker and thicker wine flavor, which melts from the mouth, fuses in the stomach, and bursts out in the whole body, even if Zhou Yi is so strong that the inhuman body, he can't help but shake, and his face is red.

At this time, Johansen walked in, looked at the transparent black slurry scooped out of Zhou Yi's hand, curiously stretched out his finger, dipped it, and stretched it out to his mouth.

At this time, Zhou Yi's face was red, and before he could react, Johansen had already dipped a jelly-like substance in his hand and put it in his mouth, "What is it?" I'll taste it. He continued.

The dissolved slurry quickly enchanted his whole body, more effective than the anesthetic of general anesthesia, and with little hesitation, Johansen lay down beside Ham.

"Zhou, what's going on?" Aina looked worriedly at the two lying on the side of the road and said. Fortunately, the smiles, blushes, and heavy, regular breathing on the faces of the two made her feel the power of life, and she did not guess in the direction of impossibility.

"It's okay, it's just that the wine is too thick and drunk."

"Drunk? Oh my God, is that alcohol? No, even alcohol can't make people get drunk so quickly. Aina spoke, her nose leaning forward curiously.

At this time, the thick wine mist had already dispersed, leaving a pair of eyes that looked at it.

"I can't explain it to you. Perhaps you can understand that there are special substances in these wines that exert a greater effect than wine, or in other words, magnify the effect of wine thousands of times. Of course, I'm sure it's absolutely harmless. Just like getting drunk, they just get up with a good night's sleep. Zhou Yi explained.

"Zhou Yi, what kind of wine is this! Can you drink it? I see how these two foreigners lie down, nothing will happen. Zhou Yang smelled the wine and couldn't wait to come over.

Big drunkards like Dad Zhou also gathered around one by one, looking at the jars of wine, which was far hotter than looking at a few hot Western women before.

"This red is wine, yellow is rice wine, and green is bamboo leaf green? How is it brewed? It's really a bit of a bamboo scent, and you have to get it when you look at it. What is this black transparent one? Also wine? Why doesn't it smell like alcohol? Dad Zhou surrounded several wine jars, using his rich knowledge of wine farms and his "wine lees" nose to try to identify the types of wine.

Zhou's mother also stepped forward to join in the fun.

"This wine tastes pretty good. Zhou Yi, I see that you don't usually do anything serious, so you won't all go to winemaking. For Zhou Yi's "idleness" all day long, Zhou's mother has the most right to speak - she will not be confused by some of Zhou Yi's words - her own children know it themselves - most of the time, "lazy, idle, and enjoyable" definitely has his share; Hardships are not done.

"Your surname is Zhou, and you're all drunkards. Your grandfather was drunk; Your dad can't wait to drink it; You're good, the wine doesn't drink like your father, but it makes wine. Zhou's mother didn't say it well, but she had a slightly proud smile on her face. Everyone knows that she is not complaining or blaming when she says this.

"My son is filial to Lao Tzu, what do you have to say?" Dad Zhou heard that Zhou's mother was drinking and talking about him again, and immediately made a straight face, "I haven't been drunk for a long time." Dad Zhou seemed to be a little aggrieved.

"Yes, after drinking the wine made by your son, where else can you drink? Last time, someone else brought a bottle of Moutai, and you won't be able to take a sip of it......" Zhou's mother glanced at Zhou's father with slanted eyes, but she still had a smile on her face that couldn't be hidden, and said to Zhou Yi: "Smell it, it's quite fragrant." Get me some first. ”

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I know, I know that I am a "glass-hearted" guy, praise is pressure, criticism is blow, so I don't read anything else in the book review area for the time being, and writing more things is the right way - no matter how well I write.

Two days ago, I glanced at someone, who didn't notice the name, and it seemed that he had given two big prizes, so frightened that I quickly shrank my head back - I couldn't bear it (I guess I read that right?). ）。 (To be continued.) )