"Good grandson, what are you laughing at?"

The street lights were like fire, and Yang Jian's little face was like two big red apples, but the sudden unprovoked smile on his face made Xu Geng on the side feel a little inexplicable.

"Grandpa, we're rich."

Yang Jian's voice was very soft, but his laughter was loud.

"Little money fan, just for this?"

Xu Geng scolded with a smile, but it is understandable that his grandson is happy today, you think, a child's income in one day today can be worth his income for ten lifetimes.

If he wasn't Yang Jian's grandfather, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed, the value of the doll in front of him now exceeded that of many rich people in Chang'an City.

Come to think of it, it's amazing.

Xu Geng's face couldn't help laughing.

There is a grandson like this, and there is honor!

"Of course, grandpa, you see, we're here!"

The grandfather and grandson laughed, the distance seemed to be much shorter, and when they raised their eyes, they had already reached their destination.

Yipin Xianju is one of the most well-known restaurants in Chang'an City.

At this moment, the twilight is rising, but the restaurant is full of customers, and the sound of the second child is overflowing, and the little two walk among the guests, as if wearing flowers and willows, and keep greeting the diners who come and go.

On the second floor of the restaurant, there is a separate private seating area.

Each room is separated separately and does not interfere with each other, these are the diners in Chang'an City, who come here to consume, the picture is a quiet.

In a room in the middle of the second floor, two large small seals were scrawled on the lintel.

Get drunk.

Yes, Qingzui is also the name of a luxury private room.

Some people come here to eat, some people value the desserts, some like the meat, some people covet the luxury, and of course, there are those who linger here.

Wine.

That's right, Yipin Xianju is actually most famous not for his dishes, but for a fine wine that he brews and sells himself.

The name of the wine is called: Yipinxian.

Someone loves beauty.

Someone is trying to figure out the country.

However, there are also people who can travel thousands of miles of rivers and mountains for thousands of years to get drunk for fine wine.

This guest in the drunken private room of the first product Xianju is the last one.

"Uncle Taibai, I'm here!"

As there was a knock on the door of the room, Mr. Li Taibai, a regular visitor in Yipin Xianju, couldn't help but look out the window at the door.

"Hello, little brother, please come in!"

As soon as Li Taibai saw the person, he immediately got up and invited him warmly.

"Thank you, Uncle Taibai."

Yang Jian pulled his grandfather Xu Geng and pushed the door in.

What is in front of him at this moment is the male god he has admired and worshipped from books for many years during his childhood reading.

Poetry fairy Li Bai.

Li Bai, the word is too white, so this is also the reason why Yang Jian called him Uncle Taibai, but at this time, Li Taibai was twenty or thirty years old, with fair skin, deep eyebrows, a strong and long body, and a kind of handsomeness and pride that made people admire.

Of course, anyone who has his talent is worthy of pride in his life.

Yang Jian could understand the mood of the man in front of him very well.

However, he also knows that this person is destined to be a man who has never met a man who has never dreamed of success all his life.

Sadness is the line of his life's destiny.

"Please take a seat, please take a seat, old man, please too."

Li Bai glanced at Yang Jian, then turned his face to greet Xu Geng warmly.

"Thank you, thank you."

Xu Geng is seventy years old, and he has already read countless people in his life, although he never knows who the person in front of him is, but with his life experience, he also knows that the person in front of him is extraordinary.

I can't help but feel anxious at the moment.

On the other hand, Yang Jian looked at ease and flattered, which was confusing.

"Grandpa, sit down."

Yang Jian stood on tiptoe, jumped to the solid wood stool behind him, and made it to the chair steadily.

"Little brother, I said, we are destined to meet again, you see, are we meeting again today?"

Li Bai is still wearing a plain robe today, but between his eyebrows and eyes, he is heroic.

He looked at the little doll in front of him, the first time the two met was in the snow mountain, that day he was shocked by the child in front of him was his amount of alcohol, a **-year-old little doll, almost drank the wine in his wine gourd in one breath.

Surprised him.

Then, this morning, he saw this little guy's performance on the streets of Chang'an.

He stood behind the crowd and watched him sing a song that he couldn't hear clearly, but the singing was particularly clear, the lyrics were particularly special, and what fascinated him the most was that the child was playing a musical instrument whose name he didn't know, a picture of enjoyment and intoxication, while the crowd of onlookers was surging, the scene was particularly touching, and people couldn't help but stir up with the crowd and sway with his rhythm!

"That's right, so we are destined people, and people who are destined to meet, we must drink 300 cups without getting drunk today!"

As Yang Jian spoke, he had already signaled Xiao Er behind him to pour wine into everyone's cup.

"Three hundred cups?"

When Li Bai heard this, he was also amused by the child in front of him.

"Yes, the ancient sages are lonely, only the drinker leaves his name!"

Yang Jian casually read two lines from a poem she had memorized in middle school.

"You will do this too?"

Li Bai was taken aback.

"Of course, Uncle Taibai, do you want me to play and sing a song for you?"

Yang Jian looked at Li Bai, with a pair of big round eyes rippling with blue waves.

"Okay, before the little brother sings first, let's drink him three cups first!"

When Li Bai heard this, he was also arrogant.

If you want to be heroic, don't ask who Li Bai is?

"Okay,!"

Yang Jian grabbed the wine glass in front of him and stretched out his arm desperately, so that he could touch the wine glass handed over by Li Bai.

"!"

Hearing the sound of Qingyue's wine glasses colliding, Xu Geng took a closer look, and the wine in his precious grandson's wine glass had been drunk to the ground.

And the same is true of Mr. Li Bai opposite.

With three glasses of fine wine in her throat, Yang Jian felt a hot sensation in her throat, followed by the hot blood all over her body began to surge, just like the spring of a big river, the flood season suddenly came.

"Uncle Taibai, drink slowly, please listen to me sing a song for you now!"

After Yang Jian finished speaking, a pair of small short legs jumped down from the high stool again and landed firmly on the ground.

He grabbed his guitar from the corner and rehung it on his shoulder.

This time, he had little luck.

There is also little emotional adjustment.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering for pleasure requires 300 cups of drinking.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

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

Yang Jian's person is very small, but his voice is very loud, and in the past few days of studying with his grandfather Xu Geng, he has also learned a few famous songs from the Tang Dynasty Teaching Workshop, and, coupled with the little bit of vocal music in his previous life, he has also made changes that are compatible with his current voice in terms of vocal skills.

Compared with the innocent year in the morning, Yang Jian's timbre this night is more skilled, fuller, and more majestic.

Maybe it's because of the sake just now.

Or maybe it's because of the poem itself.

Yang Jian felt that this song was not much stronger than the modern version of the composition he had heard in his previous life.

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