Delivering wine is a chore, and it is not an easy task to carry a dozen jars of wine around the town, but Wu Nian is very glad to have this errand, because it is better than staying in the house.

Maybe it's because it's a small gathering today, and most people get up much earlier than usual, so you don't have to put it at the door like a blacksmith shop, you can deliver it to the buyer by hand, which is naturally better.

Aunt Ma, who was pushing a cart full of vegetables and fruits, asked Wu Nian for a long time, and insisted on forcing him to give him some fruits, saying that it was a blessing to drag him and drink his family's wine, and the waist of the father-in-law in the family has not hurt much recently. Wu Nian wanted to refuse, but he really couldn't resist Aunt Ma, Aunt Ma's mouth seemed to be open, so he had no choice but to follow Auntie's words, picked a green fruit with a general color from the car, and said: "That's enough, if you really want to thank Auntie, go and thank the one at home, I'm just an errand runner." ”

The aunt didn't want to say anything more, just nodded, and continued to push the cart to the market.

......

On the third pole of the day, he set off from the small well alley in the south, ran most of the town, and finally delivered seven or eight jars of pine wine in the bamboo basket.

During this period, many families also showed kindness to Wu Nian, and he refused as much as possible, not because he was not rare in the kindness of others, but that this wine was not brewed by himself.

On the way to deliver the wine, whenever he felt powerless and tired, he would glance at the butter paper bag in his hand, as if he was full of blood and full of strength.

At noon, the pine wine in the bamboo basket has been sent seventy-seven, eighty-eight, and there are only five or six jars left, and the people who have these jars of wine live in the east of the town, because they are far away, these jars of wine can only be left until the afternoon and then sent to.

When he came to these alleys in the middle of the town, it was obviously much more lively than theirs, and the rich families lived in this area, and these rich families, if they had to be compared, were the most powerful in the Yan family.

The Yan family is the old gateway of Qinghe Town, and it was not a big family at first, nor did it live in a prosperous area next to the market in the middle, but a small family living in the southwest Xiaojing Lane. The reason for this is because Yan Chen, the son of the Yan family, is talented and intelligent, nine years ago, by chance, he was favored by an elder of the Sword Sect, and he had a future in cultivating martial arts, lived up to expectations, stood out in the sect, and won the favor of the county lord of Changlin County, and became the master of Changlin County.

It is precisely like this that the Yan family has become a large family in one fell swoop, but Yan Run, the head of the Yan family, does not want to move to the city and take advantage of the power of the county horse master to soar. Instead, he was doing a small business in Qinghe Town, which led to the current Yanfu.

Walking through the hustle and bustle of the city, Wu Nian came to the outside of Yanfu, looked up at the gate plaque with gold edges on the top of his head, and didn't look at the big stone lions on both sides of the red lacquered gate with mouths that could eat people, so not magnificent. Although it's not the first time I've come, I'm touched by the posture in front of me every time, and I still think of that sentence, "It's worthy of a big family." ”

Yan Gong is good wine, good all kinds of wine, but the old Wu family's pine wine is more, this is a well-known thing in the town, it is so, "the old Wu family's wine can be widely known." ”

Although there is money, the old Wu family's wine has the same rules as an iron plate, and it has been sold for twenty yuan a jar for ten years, and this, you still need to pay for an appointment in advance, if you don't make an appointment, even if you pay a high price, it will not be sent. Of course, this rule was not set by Wu Nianding, but by his father Wu Muding, who did not match.

Wu Nian knocked on the door and said, "Is there anyone?"

The one who came to open the door was a pock-faced young man, his figure was the same as Wu Nian's, and his age should be the same, he was wearing a delicate purple brocade robe, his loose shoulders were full of gold chains, and he looked like a lazy nobleman.

glanced up and down at Wu Nian, who was carrying a bamboo basket, and then pinched his nose, revealing a particularly impatient expression, and said with disgust: "If you have a fart, let it go!"

What came out was a living person, and his words were so unbearable, Wu Nian didn't pay attention to it for a while, pointed to the room, and said calmly: "May I ask Uncle Yan?"

"Which uncle?"

"Since he is in charge of the house, he is the master of the house. ”

"Do you call my father-in-law Uncle Yan?" Hearing the word Yan Run from Wu Nian's mouth, the pock-faced young man directly raised his eyebrows and threw out a few goldfish, "How can my father-in-law's name be called by a person like you?" Go... Go, take these and fuck off. ”

"Zhangren?" Wu Nian was shocked, as if he had thought of something, but he quickly pressed it down, he ignored the gold thrown by the young man, didn't even look at it, and continued: "I'm coming to find Uncle Yan, please let Gongzi know." ”

The word Yan Bo sounded extremely harsh to the pock-faced man, and he reached out and patted Wu Nian's face, "Lao Tzu is in a good mood today, you country man, it's best to give me some acquaintance, if you annoy me, it seems that Lao Tzu, the king of heaven, can't save you." ”

"I'm here to find Uncle Yan!"

"Before I can do anything, get out of ......," the pock-faced man shouted angrily.

"I'm here to find Uncle Yan!"

"What's going on?"

The pock-faced man couldn't bear it, so he was about to roll up his sleeves and teach Wu Nian a lesson, but was interrupted by a voice from the house. The person who came was an old man, and he couldn't catch his breath nervously and said, "What...... What's wrong, who provoked ...... Provoked the little prince to be so angry?"

"Oh, it turned out to be Ah Nian!" The old man relieved himself and smiled at the pock-faced man: "Little prince, you misunderstood, this is just a kid who comes to deliver wine every time, it is an old acquaintance of the master, you don't remember the villain, just let him go this time." ”

"The boy who delivers wine, I've never seen the boy who delivers wine so ......blind! Don't get out of the way yet. ”

"Come, Ah Nian, quickly compensate the little prince......" The old man winked.

"No, I don't want to be like such a person, and I lose my identity. Before the old man could finish speaking, the little prince slammed the door and entered, scolding incessantly, "bad luck."

Seeing this, the old man sighed helplessly, and there was no way to take the little prince, so he said to Wu Nian: "Ah Nian, come in and sit, the master will be back soon, and do you know who you offended just now, he is the little prince of Changlin County, hurry up and follow the old man in to accompany the little prince." ”

"The little prince of Changlin County, no wonder ......" Wu Nian was surprised, thinking about how the little prince of Changlin County could come to such a small place, but when he thought that Yanchen was the master of Changlin County, everything made sense.

"Okay, okay, come in and rest, it's tiring enough to run for so long, and the young lady is back. ”

Wu Nian was stunned when he heard the word Miss, but he still shook his head, handed the old man a jar of wine, and a butter paper packet, and said, "Steward Zhang, this is the pine wine that Uncle Yan wanted, and this ...... This is for Xiaoxue, you said that Xiaoxue is back, you can help hand it over. ”

When he took out the butter paper bag, Wu Nian paused, glanced at Steward Zhang's warm face, and then handed it to him, and without waiting for Steward Zhang to say anything, he left without looking back.

The Yanfu family was all from Xiaojing Lane, but later they had a wealth and moved to a prosperous area in the town. Ten years ago, the Yan family and the old Wu family were neighbors living across the wall, and the relationship was naturally not ordinary.

The Yanfu family is not as saying in the market, but there are no people who have a way to make money and forget to go home. Yan Run likes pine wine, it has not changed for ten years, every time there is a small collection and a big set, the wine of the old Wu family will have his share. And for Wu Nian, who came in a hurry, he would invite him to the mansion to take a break, and for the invitation of the Yan Mansion, Wu Nian generally couldn't refuse.

But today is an exception, because Yan Moxue, the daughter of the Yan Mansion, has returned, from the number one sword cultivation sect in the Naxi Kingdom. Thinking of ten years ago, when he said those big words barefoot, he would always be embarrassed and embarrassed.

And now, let alone meeting that person, he can't afford to lose that person.

......

A few miles to the east, Wu Nian came to the foothold of every time he delivered wine, the bluestone pavilion.

The bluestone pile, as for what it is called, Wu Nian does not know, but habitually calls it the bluestone pavilion.

The place of the bluestone pavilion not only has to pass through a few narrow alleys, but also has to cross the artemisia bushes that are uninhabited, so almost no one comes here, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a place where birds don't. It was such a place that became Wu Nian's resting point, and he was really tired after a long day of travel.

After eating the green fruits given by the aunt and the oil cakes prepared by himself, he fell on the bench in the pavilion and fell asleep. He doesn't worry about anyone coming, this is the experience he has gained from ten years of wine.

I slept soundly, and I was woken up by the sound of rain outside the pavilion, looking at the drizzle outside the pavilion, the rain was not strong, and I was trying to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the rain might stop after a while. But the heavens were not beautiful, and after a while, the rain fell heavily and crackled.

"This god who has suffered a thousand cuts, it's really not the right time. He gried alone. At present, there are still a few jars of wine that need to be delivered, which is difficult for him, and the wine jar is simply sealed with a red cloth and wooden stopper, and cannot be stained with rainwater.

He really wanted an umbrella, even if it was a hat, as long as it could cover the bamboo basket.

But in this hellish place, no one will come to this place.

He kept staring at the pouring rain in front of him, hoping to see a glimmer of hope, but there was no one to be seen, which changed his desire from finishing the wine to going home, because it was not early.

At some point, a figure appeared in the heavy rain, which made him a little unconvinced of his eyes. One second, it was obviously empty, and the next second there were more people.

The figure was not far in front of the pavilion, with his back to Wu Nian, because of the rain, he couldn't see the figure clearly, and could only vaguely see from the outline that it was a woman.

Wu Nian was a little delighted, a little puzzled. He was glad that he finally saw someone, and he wondered why a woman would stand still in the windy and rainy day with an umbrella alone.

Borrow an umbrella from her?

She's a woman. A man holding an umbrella in the heavy rain.

You can ask her to wait for me to find an umbrella and then come back to return it, it's not far from someone.

But she was a woman.

Having said that, Wu Nian still chose to borrow an umbrella.

Today's business, today's end. He has always been like this, if he can't finish the pine wine today, he may not be able to sleep tonight, and if he doesn't finish anything, he seems to be pressed down by a big stone, and he can't breathe. Once he didn't finish delivering today's wine, he didn't sleep all night, and went to deliver the wine early the next day.

He liked swords very much, but he didn't learn them, not because he didn't have a chance, but because he still had something to do, which could be said to have to be done.

"Auntie...... Mother......" Wu Nian called the first sound, his voice was very small, and he could barely feel that he had shouted out, but the woman didn't hear it, and stood still in place.

"Girl......" Wu Nian shouted a little louder.

There was still no movement, standing in the wind and rain, with his back to Wu Nian, not moving at all, as if he was waiting for someone.

shouted several times in succession, one higher than the other, like a deaf person, and the woman did not move at all.

"The girl holding the umbrella in front!" Wu Nian finally tried to shout, he even had some doubts that the woman in front of him was still not alive.

Just as he dismissed the thought, the woman turned around.

She spun slowly, slowly, like an old grinder, sluggish.

She didn't seem to wake up, she moved her finger to point at Wu Nian, and also moved her finger to point at herself, as if she was saying Are you calling me?

Wu Nian didn't have the heart to care about this, nodded, and beckoned to her happily, signaling for her to come over.

The woman did not refuse, and walked straight to the pavilion.

The woman was dressed in a delicate white garment, and she was born beautiful, with impeccable features carved on her jade-like face, except for her eyes. Her eyes were only gray and white, without color, and not even the shadow of her pupils could be seen. But this did not affect her beauty, and even Wu Nian felt that she was the most beautiful woman she had seen in more than ten years.

Wu Nian's mouth was wide open, if he hadn't tried it in front of her eyes with his own hands, Wu Nian really didn't believe that a blind man could walk in front of him so smoothly. This is a very strange woman, she is holding a butter paper umbrella that is so ordinary that it has no pattern, and she is carrying an oil paper umbrella with no pattern on her back, but the color is different.

She walked into the small pavilion barefoot, and the three steps in front of the pavilion seemed to be seen, and Wu Nian wanted to remind her, so she had already walked up easily. The oil-paper umbrella she was holding went into the small pavilion, but she still didn't put it away, just held it in her hand. Wu Nian suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, called people over but was a little at a loss, and said, "Dare to ...... Dare to ask...... The girl's name?"

The woman's face was expressionless, as wooden as her movements, and she replied strangely: "Who do you think I am? Who am I?"

Strange, strange-looking, even stranger-speaking.

said that it was a strange woman, but it was more connected to a strange woman.