Rustle Rustle –

Heavy rain poured down on the bluestone alleys.

In the blink of an eye, it was another year, and the old wine shop in the alley was still the same as before, with three wine tables, several wine tanks, and yellowed wine flags swaying in the wind and rain.

A year is very short, and Shopkeeper Sun is still the same, with a towel on his shoulder, walking around the small wine shop alone.

It's a long year, and most of the drinkers who came to sit and sit last year have gone their separate ways and changed into new faces.

"Shopkeeper, have a vat of wine!"

In the continuous spring rain, with a bit of laughter, the sound sounded from outside the wine shop.

Zhu Manzhi carried an oil-paper umbrella, a white shirt embroidered with flower petals, a warm red skirt underneath, and his hair was combed into a common hanging bun for ordinary girls, and stood in front of the fence of the wine shop with a smile.

Ning Qingye wore a long skirt, with a snow-white sword in his hand, and looked sideways at the wine banner on the shed, slightly distracted.

Sun Laozhang raised his eyes, looked at the two girls standing outside, and smiled a little:

"Yo~ Rare guest, little old man, I thought you two weren't coming back. Xiao Zhu, did you find your father? ”

Zhu Manzhi nodded with a smile: "I found it earlier, do you remember the shopkeeper?" ”

Shopkeeper Sun wiped his hands with a towel and walked to the wine vat: "Remember, just find it." Miss Xiaoning, where are you? ”

Ning Qingye knew that Shopkeeper Sun had taken care of Li Hansheng back then, and he knew her life clearly, so he hesitated at this time, shook his head and said:

"I had nothing to do with him, I didn't go to him."

Shopkeeper Sun pondered for a while, and said softly: "Hansheng's baby is not bad-hearted, but he likes to drill the horns of the bull a little, and you two have ......similar temperaments."

Ning Qingye didn't want to talk about Li Hansheng, but after being friends with Man Zhi for so long, he was not as sophisticated as in the past, so he just bowed his head slightly and didn't speak.

Zhu Manzhi saw that Ning Qingye was in a wrong mood, and interjected with a smile:

"Shopkeeper Sun, don't keep talking about us, Ling Lang should be married, right? Hugging grandchildren didn't wow? ”

When the shopkeeper Sun heard this, a little smile appeared on his face: "I have already become a family, I am a magistrate outside, and I haven't come back for a few years, and my grandson has really not hugged me a few times." ”

While speaking, Shopkeeper Sun picked up the wine spoon and prepared to fill the wine jug.

Seeing this, Zhu Manzhi hurriedly raised his hand: "I want a jar of wine, not a jar, we have to leave later, whether we can come over in the future is uncertain, buy more." ”

The drinkers who wanted to buy more before leaving, Shopkeeper Sun saw too much, shook his head and smiled:

"The old rule, one person and one pot, the thunder can't move, and the old Situ came over to say no good things. No matter how much you buy this broken jade burn, it's not enough to drink for a few days, I really miss it, take a time to come back and sit, it's better than carrying a vat of wine. ”

Zhu Manzhi knew the rules of the Sun family's shop, but he followed Xu Buling to come out, and promised to help the lover buy wine, if he bought a pot, it would definitely not be enough to drink, she bargained:

"Shopkeeper Sun, we are old acquaintances......"

"Little old man, I have old acquaintances everywhere, buy it like this, what do the people behind drink? One pot per person, no negotiation. ”

Zhu Manzhi sighed, rolled his eyes, and pointed to Ning Qingye's stomach:

"One person and one pot is fine, Xiao Ning is pregnant, we are three people, maybe four, five may also be ......"

Ning Qingye was in a daze, and when he heard the words, he came back to his senses, raised his hand and pinched Manzhi's waist:

"What nonsense? You're pregnant. ”

Shopkeeper Sun couldn't cry or laugh, he couldn't help it, but he still filled three pots of wine and handed them to Zhu Manzhi:

"Why didn't your brother come over? I heard that he also came to the capital, and I really missed it after a long time. ”

Zhu Manzhi took the three pots of wine and put them in his hand, and said with a smile: "He went to court in the palace, and he should come over later." Take care of the shopkeeper, let's go to the front for a stroll, let's go first! ”

Shopkeeper Sun nodded, and watched the two disappear into the rain.

Returning to Chang'an City will naturally bring back all kinds of memories of the past. Zhu Manzhi carried three jars of wine, walked around and took a look, and kept talking about Ning Qingye as a free laborer.

Ning Qingye held an umbrella for Manzhi and walked towards the small courtyard where he once lived, his eyes lingering all over the alley, obviously recalling the time when he and Xu Buling met here.

When the two walked out of the alley, two passers-by also came to them. In front of him is a middle-aged man, dressed in a literary robe and facing easy-going, holding a black oil-paper umbrella in his hand, looking like a Confucian scholar; Behind the middle-aged man, there was a girl with pigtails, about twelve years old, carrying a small peach blossom umbrella, obediently following the man.

The four of them passed by and did not stop.

Ning Qingye came back to his senses after walking over, faintly felt a little familiar, looked back, but could only see the umbrella surface of the peach blossom umbrella and the skirt of the little girl.

Zhu Manzhi was slightly puzzled, tilted his head and said, "Xiao Ning, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing."

Ning Qingye felt that the little girl was a little familiar, but she couldn't tell where she was familiar, and she thought about it carefully to no avail, so she only thought that she had met her by chance when she walked around Chang'an City......

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"Shopkeeper, have a pot of wine."

The spring rain was dripping, and the three wine tables in the wine shop were empty, and the shopkeeper Sun wiped them in front of the wine vat.

Outside the wine shop, the middle-aged man put away the oil-paper umbrella and leaned against the fence at the door, the tip of the umbrella still dripping with rain. The pigtailed girl also put away the smaller peach blossom umbrella and leaned against the black umbrella.

Shopkeeper Sun raised his head, looked at it a few times, didn't know it, and stepped forward with a smile:

"Objectively it's the first time I've come to Chang'an, right? The noodles are very raw. ”

The middle-aged man smiled kindly, sat down at the wine table by the window, and let the pigtailed girl sit opposite:

"In the past, I often heard that 'its fire is as hot as fire, it can destroy gold and jade, and it is called 'broken jade burning', which is the first wine in the world', and I have listened to it for half a lifetime, and I have never drunk it once, this time I just went to Chang'an to walk around, and I came to sit by the way."

Shopkeeper Sun chuckled, came to the table with a warm broken jade roast, and took two dishes and put them down:

"It's not a good wine, it's a lie, a guest officer, you taste the product, and you are used to seeing whether you drink it or not."

The middle-aged man picked up the broken jade and took a sip, probably accustomed to mare's milk wine, and when he encountered this distilled high spirit, he was really choked, and nodded:

"It lives up to its name."

The pigtailed girl sat on the bench opposite, she had grown a lot taller, her legs were no longer hanging in the air and swaying, she turned her head to look at the shopkeeper Sun, and said with a smile:

"Old uncle, my father likes to drink the wine you brewed, when he used to follow his father to the rivers and lakes, he always talked about this, saying that it was not tasteful to drink anything."

"Really?"

Shopkeeper Sun wiped his hands with a towel, sat down next to him, and looked at the little girl a few times:

"What's your daddy's name? I have a good memory, old man, maybe I know him. ”

The pigtailed girl blinked and looked at the master opposite, obviously asking if she could say anything.

The middle-aged man put down the wine bowl and said calmly: "It's called Xue Yi, a distant relative of the Xue family in Liuhemen, Jiangnan, I walked around Chang'an for a while two years ago, and something went wrong. ”

When Shopkeeper Sun heard this, he looked at the little girl with pigtails next to him, was silent for a moment, and sighed lightly:

"Old man, I thought I would have to wait for many years, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

Little Peach Blossom was stunned. looked slightly happy: "Old uncle knows my father?" ”

"I know, when your father and your Uncle Wu came to Chang'an, they often came here to drink."

Shopkeeper Sun stood up and walked into the back room, and after a while, he came out with a long cloth bag and put it on the wine table:

"It's a pity, when your father came to Chang'an last time, something went wrong, and he came over at night and left something for you."

Little Peach Blossom raised her hand to open the cloth bag, and two cold iron spear bodies appeared in front of her, and a small peach blossom was engraved on the barrel of the gun, crooked, but it was familiar but not familiar.

"Daddy......"

Little Peach Blossom's eyes suddenly turned red, her mouth pursed, and she was about to cry, but she forcibly endured it again, held the two iron guns in her arms, and looked at Shopkeeper Sun:

"My dad said nothing? He said he would come back soon, but he never came back as soon as he left......"

Shopkeeper Sun has sold wine in the wine shop for a lifetime, and has never left for a day, but he has seen all the joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows in the world. He glanced at Zuo Qingqiu and sighed:

"Walking the rivers and lakes, it is common for wives to be separated, and dying on the streets is a good death, and a few people can really finish it. Your father regretted it at the time, but walking the rivers and lakes to do murderous business and die under the knife is a well-deserved death. Your father asked me to tell you, don't think about avenging him, there is no revenge to avenge, live a good life in the future, don't go out and run the rivers and lakes like him, the gains outweigh the losses. ”

Little Peach Blossom held the iron gun, her watery eyes were a little dazed, and she pursed her lips, but she didn't know what to say.

Zuo Qingqiu took a sip of the wine bowl, and there was a little more smile on his face:

"The old shopkeeper is a person who understands, if everyone thinks like the old shopkeeper thinks clearly, how can there be so many life and death separations in the world. It's a pity that there are only a few people in the world who can see through these things, and they don't know it personally, and ordinary people can't understand it at all. The old shopkeeper told her about this, early. ”

Old Sun's shopkeeper showed a little surprise in his eyes, and he smiled: "The guest officer has this vision, so I don't have to worry about it." This is how my temperament is, I want to say a few words when I see people, and it has become a habit, don't blame the guest officer. ”

Zuo Qingqiu bowed slightly, chatted with Shopkeeper Sun for a few more words, and after drinking a bowl of wine, he got up and left the wine shop with Little Peach Blossom.

Xiao Peach Blossom held the iron gun, her mood was very low, and she walked out of the door, raised her hand to get the small umbrella leaning against the wall, but in a blink of an eye, she saw that at the far entrance of the bluestone alley, a man in white, holding an oil-paper umbrella, led a black horse and walked over slowly......