In Wuchuan, inside Qingfeng Building, Yang Moxi and Zhou Yu were drinking with an old man. Fun to write

While drinking, we chatted. From astronomy to geography, from ancient and modern to Chinese and foreign, everything is discussed.

When the interest rose, Yang Moxi also played a song of mountains and rivers with a guzheng on the spot, which caused the audience to applaud.

The old man knocked on the bowl with chopsticks and should harmonize with the melody.

Yang Moxi played the guqin again. The old man can also keep up with the melody, and even sings softly, "I once swam on the sea to find a company, and I didn't have a trace to reach the Qianchuan." The old word moves the palace to change the signs, and the tune is perfect. Where the strings ring, if a bell is known. Shu Gong has been all over the place, mountaineering near the water, only accompanied by Jiaotong and Yinjiao. Immortals do not envy Liu Gang, the brocade characters by the West Lake, some people can read it. Hugh stepped on the dust again, and returned, a song of pine wind, green and cold. ”

Yang Moxi looked at him in surprise.

"Little brother, it's not in vain that I've lived for decades." The old man laughed.

Yang Moxi raised his wine glass and drank it all.

The old man knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, squinting his eyes while knocking, "A few times after waving the strings, the side of the mountain, there is still a wind." Outsiders bring the piano, vaguely reunited. In the low place, the geese are frightened. I'm afraid of snapping my fingers, waking up the beauty to sleep, and the guest is Chunnong. Let me be idle and sorrowful, and I will not be lazy. Jiao Tong, non-middle blue eyes, buried in vain under the residual red. Rest, raise and low, and change the palace. A curtain of autumn water and moon dissolves, and the wine bottle is empty. Lazy to listen to the Pipa River, tears wet hibiscus. Looking forward to when, the clock will meet the wild voyage again. ”

Yang Moxi also used chopsticks and bowls to knock the same melody.

"Boya is good at drumming and piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. Little brother, I feel that the two of us are quite close together, how about we make friends in previous years? The old man burped.

"Huh?" Yang Moxi and Zhou Yu questioned at the same time.

"It is enough to have a confidant in life, and the world should treat it with the same heart. We're also fated. That's it. The old man said, "Do you want to stop worshipping the emperor and the queen of heaven?" ”

"No need." Yang Moxi hurriedly waved his hand.

In a daze, he became the old man's old man's friend in front of him, and Yang Moxi didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. It seems that he has not suffered a loss, but has become more senior.

Zhou Yu kept holding back a smile, and his face turned red.

Yang Moxi glanced at him angrily, "Come and help, the old man seems to be drunk." Don't take drunk words seriously. ”

"Who says you can't take drunk things seriously?" The old man said angrily, "I have five New Year's friends, and if you count the kid, there are six." ”

"Nani?" Zhou Yu and Yang Moxi were dumbfounded.

Seven people are together, the age difference, think about it is very picturesque.

Could this be the gun version of the gourd baby, the legendary King Kong gourd master? Seven masters on a vine.

"What's there to be surprised about?" The old man took a sip of wine and said, "They all made friends when they were drinking." ”

You're old enough. When someone else gets drunk, at most they go to the house to uncover the tiles, or talk nonsense, and when you get drunk, you start to recognize your brother directly.

"I'll call your big brothers another day and get together to drink." The old man said again.

Yang Moxi accepted his fate. Isn't it just an extra brother, what's so strange? In some families, the difference in age and generation is even more outrageous. The three-year-old little hairy boy is the uncle of the sixty-year-old.

"Since they are all brothers, then it's not too much for my brother to ask you for a jar of wine, right?" The old man said.

Yang Moxi: "······"

Zhou Yu: "······"

It's bad old man, it's bad. It turns out that you recognize your brother everywhere for this?

"It's just a jar of wine, I'll send it to you another day." Yang Moxi said helplessly.

"Then thank you, brother."

Yang Moxi couldn't help but complain in his heart. Sounds like I'm so old?

"Hurry up and help." Yang Moxi beckoned Zhou Yu to come over and help the old man.

"Old man, where is your home? We'll send you back. Zhou Yu asked while helping.

The old man was not completely drunk and unconscious, and after reporting the name of the place, he struggled to go by himself.

But after all, the strength on his feet was not enough, and he stumbled a few steps and stopped moving forward.

Yang Moxi and Zhou Yu hurriedly supported him again and called a car to send the old man home.

The old man's house is in an alley, the environment is extremely quiet, and the cool breeze gusts to dispel the heat in the summer night.

Yang Moxi knocked on the knocker lightly, and a middle-aged man in his forties opened the door and walked out.

He didn't seem to be surprised by this scene, picked up the old man, and after saying a few words of thanks, he invited Yang Moxi and the others to sit at home.

The two did not agree, and excused themselves on the grounds that something was going on, and left.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, the middle-aged man chased him out.

"I'm sorry my father caused you trouble. He is like this, he has been an alcoholic in this life. The middle-aged man said.

"It's all the little things. The old man was drunk in my shop, and of course I was responsible for sending him back. Yang Moxi smiled.

"He also knows how to drink in moderation, and he won't get drunk outside unless he's in a good mood. My father has always been very accurate in knowing people, and it seems that the two of them are good people. The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Yu and Yang Moxi with a strange expression, "Did he say anything strange?" ”

"Strange words?" Both of them were stunned, not understanding what this meant.

"It's just pulling you to bow and pay for the New Year." The middle-aged man said.

Zhou Yu and Yang Moxi glanced at each other. It seems that there is a real criminal record. With such a father, it should be very troublesome to be a son, right?

The middle-aged man probably understood when he saw the reaction of the two.

"Although he said it after drinking, he took it seriously, counting the two of you, I now have seven uncles."

"No, I'm not, he's it." Zhou Yu pointed at Yang Moxi and said.

Yang Moxi's expression was also a little strange. What is it like to be called uncle by a middle-aged man?

"Don't call it that, it always feels weird." Yang Moxi shook his head and said.

"It's etiquette. My father was very courteous. There is nothing strange about this generation, many people have a huge age difference in their families. ”

"This ······" Yang Moxi didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhou Yu moved to the side, a little away from Yang Moxi, to prevent him from asking for help from him.

This unconscionable thing. How could Yang Moxi not know Zhou Yu's actions, but he could only scold in his heart.

"Okay, I'm not pretentious, you can call it whatever you want." Yang Moxi waved his hand.

The middle-aged man did not hinder the two from leaving.

"How? Cool? Suddenly aged dozens of years, and directly skipped a big stage of life. After Zhou Yu got into the car, he couldn't help laughing, "I save you decades of hard work." ”

"Shut up." Yang Moxi looked at him angrily, "Be careful that one day you will also become my junior." "One Person, One Autumn: