The old man in shabby clothes, carrying a foot-long black gourd on his back, came from the old alley, one step at a time, and walked freely, as if he had passed through the dusty years, and it was here in the blink of an eye.

He greeted Xia Mang, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face, saying that he wanted to use the festive day to ask for a glass of wine.

The so-called begging for a glass of wine to drink, to put it bluntly, is the same as the little monk Bodhi coming to "turn fate".

I don't plan to pay, so I'm naturally here to drink.

It's just that people are rubbing wine at a very high level, this huge restaurant is open, such a festive day, a dusty, vicissitudes of life from afar, it is always difficult to turn away.

Besides, everyone is cheeky and begging for wine, are you embarrassed to refuse?

If you refuse, you will inevitably seem too stingy, and you will not respect the elderly, and you will be too lacking in human feelings.

It's just a glass of wine, after all.

If you can open a way, don't say a glass of wine, even if it's a pot of wine, a hundred pots and thousands of pots?

Xia Mang turned around, looked at the old man with the gourd on his back, looked at it for a moment, and said with a smile: "Open the door to welcome guests, naturally I want to welcome guests to the door, welcome to the door, the old man is tired on the road, how can a glass of wine be enough? A pot of good wine can still relieve fatigue, please inside." ”

He stretched out his hand, with a slight smile on his face, and his posture was impeccable.

The old man with the gourd on his back crossed his eyes with a different color, nodded, and said, "That old man is disrespectful." ”

Xia Mang was just about to say, "It should be so", the old man with the gourd on his back had already walked over and stepped into the Fengxue Building.

Xia Mang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his sword eyebrows raised, but he didn't say anything, touched his nose, and followed.

At this time, the Fengxue Building is naturally very lively.

The Fengxue Building is very large, and it is only the first floor that is open, but it is enough to accommodate hundreds of people, although there are many people in the building at this time, it is far from saturated, and the space is sufficient, and there are a lot of vacant places.

The old man with the gourd on his back found an empty table by the door and sat down, Xia Mang also sat down, he beckoned to Qin Feihua and made a look, Qin Feihua immediately understood and went into the back kitchen.

After a while, he came out with a bowl of porridge and put it on the table in front of the old man with a gourd, and explained: "Today is the Laba Festival, and our restaurant also happens to open. ”

"Laba porridge. The old man with the gourd on his back moved slightly, glanced at the still steaming porridge in front of him, and said to himself: "Lotus seeds, longan, red dates...... It's really eight-treasure porridge...... The little brother has a heart. ”

This last sentence was addressed to Xia Mang.

"People come and go, and they want to be happy. Xia Mang smiled, and then instructed Qin Feihua: "Take a pot of green bamboo brew, this old man is trekking day and night, and the journey is tiring, give the old man a pot of good wine to relieve fatigue." ”

"A pot of green bamboo brew?" Qin Feihua was stunned, this pot of green bamboo brew was always yang money, and it was worth a lot of money, he didn't expect Xia Mang to give it away at will.

Don't forget, the price of this pot of wine has always been set by him personally, which is much higher than the market price, he feels that Xia Mang is very greedy, and he is simply looking at the money, but now this pot of green bamboo wine is said to be sent out.

He felt that he really couldn't understand Xia Mang.

Xia Mang nodded flatly.

"Really send?" Qin Feihua asked.

"Really send. Xia Mang nodded again and said with a smile: "It's not easy for the elderly, those of us who are juniors should be filial." ”

Qin Feihua didn't ask, turned around and went to get the wine.

"Young people do things with a lot of atmosphere. A smile appeared on the face of the old man carrying the gourd, "Then this bowl of porridge and a pot of wine, the old man has eaten and drunk for nothing." ”

"It's definitely full. Xia Mang chuckled: "If one pot of wine is not enough, then go to the second pot and the third pot, today will definitely make the old man have enough alcohol addiction and have a good time." ”

The old man thanked him first. The old man with the gourd on his back took off the black gourd on his back, put it on the table, and said to Xia Mang: "The old man licked his face and said again, when the old man left, please help the little brother fill my wine gourd with ......."

He looked at Xia Mang, paused slightly, and said, "It's not too much, right?"

Xia Mang narrowed his eyes, paused, and then shook his head with a smile: "It's not too much." ”

"The little brother is really atmospheric. The old man with the gourd on his back stroked his beard and smiled, and said with emotion: "The future is immeasurable." ”

"I don't dare to ask for anything about the future. Xia Mang shook his head and laughed at himself: "I just hope to live a few more days and see more of the scenery in this world." ”

The old man with the gourd on his back laughed and said, "This is not difficult. ”

"Do my seniors really think so? But I think it's very difficult. Xia Mang looked at the old man with a gourd on his back and said seriously: "I just want to live in peace, so I opened this restaurant to live, but some people just don't want me to have a good time...... Life is difficult, life is not easy. ”

He seemed to be complaining, but his expression was calm.

The old man with the gourd on his back smiled, didn't say anything, he drank a mouthful of porridge, picked up the wine jug again, drank the wine directly to the spout, and only put down the wine jug after taking a big sip.

"How long do you think I can live?" said Xia Mang suddenly.

The old man with the gourd on his back stagnated, his eyelids raised slightly, glanced at Xia Mang, shook his head and smiled: "I won't live too long." ”

"If there is enough good wine and good meat today, eat and drink for nothing, and when the seniors leave, I will help the seniors fill this black gourd with good wine......" Xia Mang asked with a smile: "In this case, how long do seniors think I can live?"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, looked Xia Mang up and down, and then shook his head and said: "You don't have a long-lived appearance, you are not a long-lived person, and you are destined not to live too long." ”

He took a sip of porridge, poured a mouthful of wine into the spout, swallowed with a whimper, and said to Xia Mang: "Didn't you say that life is difficult, since life is difficult, life is also suffering, it is better to be free as soon as possible, this is good for everyone." ”

"But I still want to live a long time. Xia Mang looked at the old man with the gourd on his back, and said calmly: "It's been a long, long time." ”

The old man with the gourd on his back looked at him again, sighed, and said, "It's difficult." ”

"It's not easy. Xia Mang nodded and said with a smile: "But if it was easy, I wouldn't have chosen such a path...... It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, and if it's not difficult, what's the point of walking?"

The old man with the gourd on his back narrowed his eyes, and a gloomy and cold glow appeared.

"Old man, you came from afar, saying that you want to ask for a glass of wine, and I will give you a pot directly. Xia Mang said calmly: "A bowl of porridge, a pot of wine, eat and drink for nothing, good wine and meat are waiting, and I promise to fill you with this gourd of good wine when you leave......"

"This black gourd, three or five pots of good wine is probably not enough. Xia Mang said to himself: "I think my posture is enough to give you enough face, but you don't want it." ”

"Old man, don't be ashamed of your face, but slap yourself in the face!" Xia Mang said coldly: "You have lived for such a long time, haven't you figured out this reason?

He is no longer polite, his words are like knives, he opens his mouth to hurt people, and he is aggressive.

The murderous surging in the eyes of the old man with the gourd on his back appeared.

But he sat there and didn't move, still drinking, and every time he took a sip, his momentum sank a little bit, and he was an inch majestic.

Such as the abyss.

Oppressive.