Due to the existence of the Liuku Immortal Thief, Ming Chen had never tried the feeling of being drunk in his life, even if he drank wine with a jar in Huaguo Mountain in Aolai Country that day and drunk two monkeys who had cultivated to the sky, he didn't feel the slightest drunkenness.

The ghost sent the god to the family's sparse tavern, and ordered a plate of side dishes and two pots of old wine.

Alone, sitting alone in the corner, this tavern is small, there are few people, and the corner is even quieter.

The quieter people are, the easier it is to sigh and think crankily.

Mingchen in a complicated mood has a small glass, a small glass of the tavern's signature rice wine, the taste of the wine is not rushed, it is very light, and the juice is not too much, and you can't feel the spicy and bitter taste of alcohol at all.

Soon, there was not a drop left in the two pots of old wine, there was no bite of a plate of side dishes, there was no accident, Mingchen did not feel drunk at all, not at all.

"Little Er, two more pots of wine!"

"Here we go! Wait a minute! ”

Xiao Er is a young man with quick hands and feet and a delicate face, and since Mingchen stepped into the tavern, he has always had a sunny smile on his face, which is very enviable.

Two pots of wine were served, and Mingchen was still alone, pouring himself and drinking, over and over again, one sip after another, one pot after another.

The sky is getting dark, the night is slightly cool, and not only this tavern, but also the street outside the tavern may not see a human figure for a long time.

Tu Shan does not have a curfew, but few people come out at night, and those who have a companion exercise together, and those who go home to sleep without a companion.

After all, no one wants to be alone in the middle of the night, and that can feel lonely.

Mingchen was still drinking by himself, unaware of everything, but the tavern was open until this hour, and it was almost closing, and the kind of thing in the tavern late at night was very tiring.

A person sat down across the wine table, Mingchen didn't look up, and he wasn't interested in divine exploration.

The man sat down, placed the two jugs of wine on the table, and spoke softly

"Is there something to hold in the guest officer? If I borrow wine to relieve my sorrows, I don't think the amount of alcohol that the guest can drink can be satisfied with by the rice wine in my small shop. ”

"If you don't mind, I have two bottles of spirits that have been treasured for many years, and the guest officer has a story?"

Mingchen raised his head when he heard this, and a woman with a beautiful face who still had charm and a good face sat opposite him, with no deliberate expression on her face, and her expression was very indifferent, revealing a taste that had gone through vicissitudes but was still free and easy.

"You're the boss?"

"Boss's lady, to be exact, after all, I'm a woman."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Mingchen took two bottles of spirits that were said to be treasured, and the moment he opened them, a spicy smell unique to spirits came to his face.

"Thank you for the wine."

Without tasting it with a small wine glass, Mingchen picked up the wine jug and drank it all, taking two sips of two pots of wine.

This is indeed not a loss of the name of spirits, even if a thousand cups of Mingchen who is not drunk are choked by the pungency of this wine.

Although I was not drunk, I had the feeling of drinking, spicy and bitter.

"This wine is really strong, more like real wine than fragrant rice wine, can you tell me the name of this wine?"

"Ah, this wine, this is called life, the main spicy and bitter taste, it is rare for the guest officer to drink it."

But this feeling, Mingchen didn't like it, and after drinking the spirits in two sips, he continued to taste the sweet rice wine one by one.

？？

There seemed to be a series of question marks on the boss's head.

"What about the story? After drinking, what about your story? ”

Mingchen pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly and looked up at the proprietress .

"Life is unsatisfactory eight or nine times, but it is the same as those who speak, this is really bumpy, if you can say it, then it will not be so bitter."

The proprietress looked at Mingchen who lowered her head and continued to drink with a complicated expression, and sighed lightly.

"Then I won't bother, but the shop is closing, and if the guest officer is not happy, he can come back tomorrow."

Mingchen drank the last drop of wine in the flask, then put down the silver tael and turned to leave.

When you go out, leave a word

"Thank you!"

It was late at night, and tonight there were dark clouds, without the slightest moonlight, and it was pitch black outside the tavern, and there was not a trace of light in sight.

Mingchen stepped into the darkness and gradually disappeared.

The shopkeeper began to clean up the table, began to close the door, and asked the proprietress intentionally or unintentionally: "Boss, it's rare to see you take the initiative to talk to the guests." ”

The proprietress was now behind the counter, her chin propped up with her hands, and she looked out the door in the pitch black.

"Hurry up and close the door, why do you worry about so much."

She is also in the darkness to understand the bitterness of Mingchen, and the innocent Xiao Er, in the light, naturally can't feel the bitterness.

There is a poor man who is trapped in love.

There is no shortage of such people in the world, and at least half of the customers who come to her tavern come here to drink to kill their sorrows.

There are 80,000 words in the world, but only love words hurt people the most.

Every time she met those poor people who were trapped in love, she would take out her treasured spirits, fool customers to confide in their hearts, listen to other people's tragic stories, and get a little comfort for herself by the way.

This time, the customer is really unique.

Mingchen walked aimlessly in the dark, and after not going far, he had a long-lost feeling of drinking.

It's only a feeling I had when I poured a cup in my previous life, and it's really been a long time.

The vision began to ghost, blurry, I didn't expect that the liquor called life could really make me drunk, and the stamina was really great.

I don't know which street in Tushan is the corner, Mingchen leaned against the corner of the wall, slid to the ground, just leaned against the corner, and fell asleep in a daze while he was drunk.

The cloudy sky began to thunder and lightning, and in the next moment, the rain poured down like a group of people spitting.

The icy rain failed to wake up the drunken Mingchen, and the rainwater fell on the ground, splashing muddy water on Mingchen's white clothes.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Mingchen didn't notice it, still leaning against the wall and continuing to be drunk and reckless in his dreams, and from time to time the corners of his mouth showed a malicious smile.

Bang!

Syllable!

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and the moment the lightning illuminated, a green oil-paper umbrella appeared at the corner of the street and alley.

Looking at the embarrassed Mingchen on the ground, Boss Rong, who was holding an umbrella, was funny and angry.

Mingchen can empathize with her, but how can she not understand Mingchen, not to mention that this fool also asked the big spider to find that bullshit explorer, ready to attack himself.

What childishness!

I wanted to get myself out of my relationship with him, and I thought of such a bullshit solution, and then this kid was uncomfortable, so he ran to drink and make such a mess.

Sure enough, as the book says, men are children who don't grow up, and they are always naïve ghosts!