The drink slid down his throat and the fire burned like a fire.

He is very bad at drinking, others are not drunk with a thousand cups, he is already drunk with a glass. When he followed Master in Chongyang Valley, every moonlit night, Master would support him to move a rocking chair to the vestibule and rest under the osmanthus tree. When the old man had lazily lay down, he let him pour wine on the side.

Sometimes it's bamboo leaf green, sometimes it's daughter red, and sometimes it's his own fruit wine.

The old man often said that the gods are nothing more than that.

He was still young, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but envy him when he heard this. When he was a little older, the old man pointed to the wine beside him in the moonlight and said, "Taste? ”

When he heard this, he immediately poured himself a glass with his hands and feet, and he didn't know how to drink it, so he raised the glass and poured a big sip.

It's good now, the throat is burning, there seems to be fire in the nasal cavity, and the whole head seems to be *spicy being caged in the flames. His little face was swollen red, and he threw away his glass, coughing repeatedly. But the old man poured it well, leaned back and smiled on the side, and didn't know how to pour him a glass of water to rinse his mouth. Later, he rushed into the house with a handful of snot and tears, and finally extinguished the fire.

As a result, just like that, he was afraid of eating and drinking.

He didn't drink well, and he only drank one sip that day, and he was dizzy at night, and he couldn't even understand where the door was.

But he didn't like to eat wine, but the old man liked it very much, and said that he didn't care how much he could drink for the time being, but he couldn't understand the wine. So, the old man chased him every day and asked him to taste the wine. When a gust of wind rises, the Chongyang Valley is filled with the smell of wine, like a big wine vat.

The wine is clear, and the wine is cold. Sichuan wine is fresh, Jintan wine is like pine flowers, clear and bone-......

He has tasted countless wines.

When he was finally able to take a sip and tell what kind of wine was in the cup, the old man gave up. sighed to himself, he spent so much money to buy wine, and it was not wasted in vain.

He squatted at the door with the wine jar in his arms to bask in the sun, and when he heard this, he raised his head and glanced at the old man, but he only saw that the gray beard on his chin was trembling, like a clump of withered grass.

The old man looked down at him. Against the light, his face was blurred, and he muttered: "How can you drink and drink, and this amount of wine has not grown......"

But not only the old man couldn't figure it out, even he couldn't figure it out himself, after so many years of immersion. Although he is no longer drunk in one sip, he has never seen a thousand cups.

And the others were drunk and his face was red, he drank and drank, and he didn't know if he was tossed by the old man, but now he was so drunk that his consciousness was confused, and there was no big movement on his face, but the more he drank, the more his face turned whiter.

Su Yu stared at the burning knife in his cup and let out a long sigh.

In the twelfth year of Xuanming. There were six more people sitting in one place eating and drinking.

Now, he is the only one left, a single shadow. Lonely and cold.

The third brother was alone in the side court, and the fourth brother was in the barracks thirty miles away from home.

In the huge mansion, only he remained.

In the early years, his mother wanted to see him. The hardest. Now, it's easier to see him. It's hard to see the rest, as for the father, the eldest brother, and the second brother. She could only pray for a moment in her dreams. That year, the Su family lost three people in one breath, and the mother lost her husband and son, and the double pain was like a mountain falling heavily, pressing her hard to breathe.

Since then, my mother has been a vegetarian.

In the whole day, copying scriptures and reciting Buddha, half of the day stays in the Buddha hall.

He got up every morning to greet her, and before he entered the door, he smelled the scent of sandalwood in the air, which became stronger and stronger day by day, and finally he didn't even have to light the incense. The smell has swirled around the beam, and the wind will not disperse.

The long red dust has become an ancient Buddha with green lights.

After drinking a glass, he turned his back and coughed twice, and the remnants of the wine in the cup fell low on the table, meandering down.

The ingot, which was lying under the table, happened to look up with his head held high, and these few drops of wine fell into its mouth.

With a "meow", Yuanbao's chubby body tensed suddenly, hunched his back and scurried forward, and the hair on his body exploded. It stuck out its tongue and crawled towards the table leg at the other end, but it might as well suddenly fall on the top of its head and scoop it up, and fell on Su Yu's leg.

Su Yu didn't speak, only grabbed it with one hand to prevent it from moving, and lifted the chopsticks with the other hand and slowly ate the dishes on the table.

Yuan Bao struggled twice and didn't slip away, so he had to close his eyes and pretend to sleep, and An An curled up on his lap and didn't move.

But Su Yu was alone, but he couldn't be quiet for long.

He absentmindedly scooped up a piece of bamboo shoot and put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, and suddenly said, "You like that girl from the Lian family so much?" ”

The ingots closed their eyes and moved their tails.

"What's so good about her?" Su Yu gently tapped its neck with the other end of the chopsticks, "Even the words are so ugly......

Yuan Bao "meowed", opened his eyes and glanced at him, with disdain on his face, and turned his head.

Su Yu didn't pay attention to it, and only chattered to himself: "I ate my honey fruit, and I didn't say that it was delicious, I just wrote a thank you, and I don't know who it was used to perfunctory......" He muttered in a low voice, the chopsticks in his hand poked the mixed cabbage sum on the porcelain plate, "If you knew this was the case, you should still listen to the words asked, and just send a calligraphy and painting indiscriminately." ”

As he spoke, there was two points of chagrin in his already somewhat foggy eyes.

"As early as when he was in the Duan family, he should have mentioned it, but he didn't say it until today...... It's late......" He threw away his chopsticks, wrapped his hand around the ingot, lifted it up, grabbed it with both hands, and approached the face that was staring at it, "Did you say it's late?" ”

He asked two serious questions.

But where can Yuan Bao speak human words, only "meow meow" and scream twice.

Su Yu bowed slightly, as if he understood, and said, "I know that you think the same way." ”

Yuan Bao frowned and yawned, looking at him dumbfounded.

"There is only a small jar of honey fruit, and the next time it will be stained, but it will have to wait until next year......" After saying a few words, the words in his mouth went back to the honey fruit. The end is obsessed.

The old men of the Su family unexpectedly liked sweets.

He, of course, is no exception.

The fruit was pickled by himself, the only one in the world, and could not be tasted outside.

It was a fruit that only existed in the Chongyang Valley, and he brought some seeds back when he left the valley. It was planted on the edge of the small courtyard and carefully served, and in the end only a few plants survived. The fruit only bears once a year, and it is only two jars when it comes together. When it was stained, the two jars became one can, which was pitiful.

After the death of the Master. He never returned to Chongyang Valley, but he could finally taste the fruits of the valley.

If He Xian hadn't repeatedly whispered in his ear that he wanted to apologize, this apology didn't have to be too particular, the most important thing was his heart, and he wouldn't have thought of giving his honey fruit to others.

Ate wine. Su Yu, who was in a daze, hugged the ingots, and even Ruosheng never praised the taste of his honey fruits.

Yuan Bao pricked up his ears and shook his head for a while to slip away.

Su Yu pestered it not to let it run.

After a while, he dropped it again, ran to a corner of the courtyard, looked up at the sky, looked at the crooked last quarter moon, and muttered poetry.

What poems did you compose?

Doggerel.

Still thinking that his honey fruit was eaten. But I didn't get a good word.

The ingots lying on the threshold bared their teeth, yawned for a long time, and followed happily after a pause. Leaning on the side and "meowing" calls.

Under the moonlight, the young man in Tsing Yi sat on the ground without paying attention, his eyebrows and eyes were as clear and gentle as the distant mountains rendered in ink.

He whispered, babbling out of bounds, and finally fell silent for a long time. He turned his head and glanced at Yuan Bao lightly, and said, "I'm sleepy." ”

Ingot "meow". Climbed up from the blue brick floor.

He also stood up, and walked to the bedroom with a man and a cat.

Entered the house. Su Yu fell down on the bed. Yuan Bao also couldn't wait to jump on the bed and occupy the corner of the bed. Lazily yawned.

The south window was unclosed, ajar, and the wind kept blowing in from outside, making a book on the desk near the window rattle. The silvery moonlight also crept in through the window, shining brightly on the three bone plates next to the scroll.

In the early morning of the day he went to Duan's house for a banquet, Su Yu used them to make a divination.

The upper hexagram is separation, and the lower hexagram is the kan.

The six three lines are for the yin, and they are not hexagrams.

Away from the upper and lower levels, the fire and water are not healed, and the hexagrams are overlapped. Separation is fire, and Kan is water. On fire and under water, the fire overwhelms the water potential, and the fire is not successful, so it is called unfinished.

The hexagram symbolizes the omen as evil.

Those who have won this should act at the opportunity, and should not act rashly, and if they act rashly, they will be fierce.

However, in the dark, it seemed to hint to him that this trip would be worthwhile.

Therefore, he rarely responded to the Duan family's post and went to the Duan family with He Xian.

His master, the old man Chongyang, was a purple cloth in the previous dynasty, proficient in plum blossoms, and could start hexagrams anytime and anywhere, and the way to take hexagrams was flexible and changeable. The old man used three copper coins, and he used to use dominoes. But they are not gods who set up stalls on the streets, and they do not rely on these to eat, but they are good luck and evil, and it is better to see the will of God. Yes, one hexagram a day, no more.

Su Yu remembered the hexagram in mind, but when it came to the end, he still seemed to be acting rashly.

First, in the begonia forest, he made a miraculous statement to help people clear up their doubts; Later, when it was about the apology, he didn't discuss it with He Xian, so he asked Yuan Bao to send the honey fruit.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Su Yu frowned, turned over and faced the side of the bed.

The wind blew the windows wider, and the moonlight poured down naturally, like warm water, and the room became cooler.

The ingots arched forward a little bit, arched to his side, clinging to him, his beard poked at Su Yu's wrist that was exposed outside his sleeve, and his hair was prickly. Su Yu's brows furrowed more and more, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing to see was the three dominoes on the window bookcase.

He looked at it and suddenly remembered that Lian Ruo was born. (To be continued)

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