The moonlight of the autumn night, cold and steep, splashed on the blue sea, bright and enchanting.

The wind blows from the land, carrying the warmth of the day, crushing the little moonlight between the undulating waves.

On a flat boat, a beautiful woman stood on the bow of the boat, and the wind blew away her black hair! The woman let it go, her hair covered her eyes, she stared into the distance, and the tears hung clearly on her face, and the tears drifted away with the wind.

The oars kept rocking, squeaking, squeaking. An old man with white hair, perhaps because of the day's ferry, has already blown his complexion into a deep black, deep wrinkles, criss-crossed, engraved with the traces of time, the vicissitudes of time. The most unique thing is the scar on the face, which extends from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth, giving people a strange horror under the cold moonlight.

The old man asked in a thick Chu dialect:

"Miss, what's wrong with you, why haven't I seen you talk all the time"

I don't know if it's because the sound of the sea breeze crashing on the waves is too noisy, or if it's the woman, still in deep thought, never awake. The woman did not answer the old man's question. The white-haired old man looked up at the woman, still staring blankly into the distance, and then stopped saying a word and continued to row the oars.

I don't know how long she walked, the woman sighed, probably because she was tired of standing, and then sat on the side of the boat, looking down at the moonlight in the water, the side of the boat passed, disturbing the fish in the water, and from time to time the fish would jump out of the water, snap and fall into the water again, leaving a string of water droplets on the girl's face. The water droplets are mixed with the tears just now, and they can't be distinguished. The girl was not annoyed, and then put her hand down from the side of the boat, and played with the sea with her hand, and the mischievous fish swam between her fingers.

I don't know how long I played, but the girl only felt that her back was sore, and her hands were moist and cold by the sea. The heart is not as heavy as Fang Cai's.

The girl turned around, stroked her hair with her hands, and revealed her beautiful face under the moonlight, and the gentle sea breeze blew by, indescribably gentle and charming.

"Fauber, I'll ask you something, don't lie to me," the girl asked a little shyly.

"Miss, what do you have to say, just ask, old slave, naturally you won't deceive Miss" The white-haired old man's thick Chu dialect was mixed in the sea breeze, and it was laborious to listen to it well.

"Didn't they say, 'My sister is dead?' Why did she reappear again today, in the reeds, and still holding the Wu hook," the girl continued to interrogate.

Suddenly, time seemed to freeze, and the white-haired old man refused to speak, as if there was a boulder in his heart, which was indescribable and inconvenient to reveal, but he wanted to vomit out the block in his chest, and there was no obstacle from then on. In the great struggle in the heart, the face also changed with the change of the heart, the long scar, on the dark face, was very obvious, floating back and forth, gloomy, weird.

The girl just looked straight at the old man with her eyes, her face was solemn, a cold rose, swaying proudly in the sea breeze. Await! She's waiting! Wait for the answer she was expecting.

"This! Miss! Don't talk about it again! Madame confessed that no one was allowed to talk about it, "After a fierce ideological struggle, the white-haired old man did not mean to tell the girl the truth.

"Humph! You people, all day long, know that this lady is not allowed to speak, and that lady has explained, and you are not allowed to speak. How much do you have to hide from me," the girl said angrily.

"Miss! When the time comes, you will naturally know, why bother to be an old slave," the white-haired old man said with a little guilt.

"Fu Bo, are you still not from Chu after all? Are you still not the housekeeper of my Qu family? Am I still not the girl you pull the big girl to?" The girl asked questions like a cannonball, and the white-haired old man was at a loss.

The white-haired elder looked helplessly at the seaside, and the expression on his face was indescribably complicated, silent, silent for a long time.

Perhaps the moonlight was too bright tonight to mistake it for dawn, and a flock of seagulls flew from the distant island, breaking the silence with the cry of 'ahhhhh

The white-haired elder put down the oars in his hand, stood up, and shook the clothes on his body, perhaps because of staying at sea all the year round, although the clothes of the white-haired elder had faded, they were still neat and clean.

"Hey! Miss, don't ask, the old slave can't say anything today, don't force the old slave anymore, when the time comes, Madame will naturally tell you everything. The scar on the old man's face became long and narrow because of the guilt in the old man's heart at this time.

"Hmph, that's boring! If you don't say it, I'm not unfamiliar with it, wait until I find out for myself, then I don't need to, you guys! Hmph..."The girl felt that no matter how she interrogated, the white-haired elder would not tell her anything, so she began to mess around, and there was a sentence, and there was no sentence of Hu Tianhai chatting.

The white-haired elder, seeing that the girl no longer asked, relaxed and chatted with her.

"Fauber, is there any wine on board?" The girl asked.

"Yes! The best Chu national rice wine, a few days ago, Yangchengjun sent someone to send it, saying that one or two wines are worth one or two gold. It is said that the brewing process of this rice wine is very complicated, and the selected Jiang rice is from the southwest Yelang country, which is thousands of miles away" The white-haired elder looked up at the girl as he spoke, and found that she was listening, as if she had been attracted, so he took advantage of the situation and said:

"The mountain of Yelang country, towering into the clouds, no one has ever been to the top of the mountain, it is said to be the residence of the gods, snow-capped all year round, if someone is at the foot of the mountain to make a loud noise, disturb the fairy Qingxiu, the fairy is angry, it will make the mountain collapse and the ground cracks, people and horses in an instant, there will be no bones.

These mountain creatures are very weird, but the mountainside part is like Saibei, with pastures and countless cattle and horses, and a group of Hu people. These herdsmen, who lived on the mountainside, worshipped the gods all day long, and never dared to make loud noises, for fear of annoying the gods and being punished.

These Hu people are the most peculiar, wearing sheepskin clothes in the morning and evening, but at noon, men and women are shirtless, eating melons and fruits around the campfire. The white-haired old man, as he spoke, walked into the cabin, pried open the deck below, and took out a jar of rice wine from the mezzanine. The sake vessel is made of sandalwood and has a beautiful picture painted on it, and when viewed from the top of the vessel, it is certainly worth a lot.

"And such a strange place, I really want to see it," the girl may have been moved by the description just now, and could not help but ask.

The white-haired old man saw that she had been attracted by her own description, and instead of being as nonsense as she had just now, she felt that she should continue to describe, otherwise she would be in trouble if she kept asking questions on a whim. So quickly said:

"What is this! According to the older generation, you stand on this side of the mountain to bask in the sun, maybe the people on the other side of the mountain, are busy looking for a place to shelter from the rain, because the climate is so changeable, this kind of wine-making rice, and grow on the cliff cliff, so it is very rare, every year the entire Yelang country is less than 100 loads, plus the mountains are high and dense, mules and horses can't go up at all, all rely on the southwest Miao people, shoulder carry, from the high mountains to transport out, over the mountains and mountains, after several months, can be sent to the Yangtze River, and then by waterway, transported to the capital of Chu Yingdu, Steamed by the court winemaker of the Chu State himself"

"Hmph. Even if the King of Chu brewed it himself, it would be impossible to have a tael of gold or two? The girl asked with a look of disdain.

"You don't know this, in the past, the emperor ordered Yi Di to make wine and beauty, enter Yu, drink and be willing, said: In the future, there will be those who will die with wine" The white-haired old man replied.

"Could it be that this person is a descendant of Yidi," the girl asked rhetorically.

"Not bad! The winemaker of this Chu State is the descendant of Yidi who started to make wine mash for Emperor Yu and changed the five flavors. This alcohol is selected from 80 kinds of the world, rare exotic fruits, raspberries. Everywhere incense. Oni lychee. Five-finger orange. Paramita. Long Gong Guo. Miss Kim. Hairy longan. Horned melon. Tree tomatoes. Wait a minute

Then transport it to, the birthplace of Chu civilization, on the Jingshan Mountain, the wind and rain, condensing the essence of the sun and the moon, which lasted one thousand and ninety-five days, and then put it into this exquisite lacquerware, one or two gold and one tael, and said that ordinary people, that is, princes and kings, may not have the opportunity to drink it", the white-haired old man, while saying proudly, poured the wine into two cups, one for himself, and at the same time sent the other cup to the girl.

The girl took the wine, and did not mean to drink in a hurry, squinted her small eyes, looked at the white-haired old man, only to see the white-haired old man, put the wine glass in her hand, looked and looked, looked, laughed for a while, looked at it, laughed for a while, and then shook the wine glass back and forth with her hand, the wine was in the wine glass, flipped back and forth, the color was crystal clear, very beautiful, shook for a while, put it on the nose, intoxicated and took a deep breath, slightly closed eyes, obviously felt a trace of bright light, like a hungry wolf found its prey, greedy and intoxicated, When it was all over the place, and the glass was about to be put to her lips, the girl flew up and kicked the white-haired old man into the sea along with the glass.

"Ahh Poof, falling into the water.

"Humph! See if you dare to press me again with Madame," said the girl, sitting on the side of the boat, as she struck the white-haired old man with her oar.

"Miss! Pull me up quickly, the old slave doesn't dare anymore, the old slave has no eyes, offended Miss, and I hope Miss will forgive", the white-haired old man apologized as he spoke.

As he spoke, he had already drunk several sips of seawater, and it stands to reason that the old man's kung fu is no longer under the girl, but he only cares about drinking and being happy, and he never wants to be taken out of the time by the girl, and he feels sorry for the glass of wine that was spilled, so the words are very sad, giving people the illusion that he is apologizing, but in fact, it is because of the glass of rice wine with one tael of gold and one tael.

Moreover, he followed his wife and brought the two daughters from Chu to Yan, during which they experienced ups and downs, got along day and night for more than ten years, and loved her very much, although they were masters and servants

is still there, in fact, he has treated her as his own daughter.

Although they are compatriots, the two sisters are like two people.

The girl looked at it almost the same, and said:

"Alright, you come up," he said, pulling him up. Looking at the white-haired old man, wet and wet, the girl laughed happily, and then said:

"Let's see if you dare to press me with Madame again," he said, stepping forward and tearing his ear with his hand.

"Miss! Don't dare anymore! The old man hurriedly said with a smile.

"That's pretty much it, yes! This time I went back, the operation failed, what should I say" The girl asked, looking helpless.

"Don't worry, girl, everything is on me, and I will have my own way to help you out of the siege when the time comes," the old man said, and there was a sense of pride in his words.

"Alright! I'm a little tired, and when I get there, Yumigu will call me again, and I'll rest for a while," the girl said, sitting on the floor, closing her eyes and recuperating.