"I've told you everything, vodka, not everyone can drink it."

I opened my eyes and saw a pair of red eyes and a chattering mouth.

"Who are you, and where is this?"

"This is 1553, my name is Ivan Vasilyevich and I am the owner of a vodka tavern."

Ivan Vasilyevich looked arrogant and thought to himself: "Who knows where you hid in the middle of nowhere?" It's been almost a thousand years, and the strongest liquor has not yet been made, and it must be in the past when the brewing equipment was not yet mature, so I will even introduce the time. ”

"In 1553? I have not only traveled through the region, but also through time and space, old man Du Kang is good. ”

I thought to myself, "I've lived for nearly a thousand years, and even if I haven't seen time travel, it doesn't mean I can't understand it." Du Kang is an ancient, presumably a person who has already attained enlightenment, and even more so, he is just a ghost who has come to the world to wander around once, demons and monsters, and so on. ”

Being described like this, Du Kang, who was distributing soup to the ghosts, suddenly sneezed, and the little ghosts on the side were so frightened that Du Kang saw this, smiled and beckoned:

"Come, don't be afraid, I'm not chanting the Buddha today."

"Who are you scaring again?"

Meng Po walked out of the village, dressed in anger.

"How can I scare them, it's not that the little ghost is difficult, I'm afraid that you will be tired, so you usually recite the scriptures and let them be quiet."

Du Kang looked aggrieved, like a child, who would have thought that this would be a monk chanting scriptures and preaching Buddha under the Bodhi tree thousands of years ago?

Meng Po shook her head with a smile and began to beckon the ghosts to cross the Nai He Bridge, and Du Kang also hurriedly distributed the soup.

"No, I think you're a little weird, what's weird?"

I stared into the eyes of Ivan Vasilyevich and tried to see something.

"By the way, why don't you ask me who I am? Do we know each other? Do you know Du Kang too? You know I came here through time? Do you know something? ”

I realized that Ivan Vasilyevich did not ask me where I came from, and even felt that I knew my origin better than I did, and I vaguely felt that he knew a lot of things that I did not know.

"Do you know who you are?"

Ivan Vasilyevich stared at me with his crimson eyes, and I smiled awkwardly, as if I really didn't know who I was.

"Well, I just forgot, I've lived for a long time, do you know who I am?"

"I've been waiting for a long time."

His tone suddenly became distant, but quickly returned to normal.

"I'll let you know who you are, but not now."

As the day began to get brighter, I saw Ivan Vasilyevich's eyes getting redder and redder, his expression began to panic, and his tone of voice became a little fierce,

"You live in a vodka tavern first, you are not allowed to leave without my orders, I will help you get what you want, and only I can help you."

He hurried away after speaking, I was still reflecting on his changes and his words, he must know something. I got up and was about to go out, but there were soldiers guarding the door of the tavern and not letting me out.

"Hello, the Tsar has asked me to take care of you, you can tell me if you need anything."

"Tsar? Ivan Vasilyevich? Why did he imprison me? ”

"We can't call the Tsar by name, but you are talking about our Tsar of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, and it is the Tsar's order not to let you out, and we don't know."

"Really? Can you tell me about your Tsar? ”

"Tsar, how can we talk about it? Girl, you better rest. ”

I shrugged my shoulders in a reckless manner, knowing that I couldn't ask why, so I looked at the tavern, where there was only one drink, and that was vodka.

I picked up a cup and played with it, but I didn't dare to drink it, and I didn't dare to try it easily after the last time I got drunk.

This is the strongest alcohol in the world, and I can't help but think of Ivan Vasilyevich drinking, won't he get drunk? This man is really interesting, I smiled unconsciously.

In the midst of my boredom, a man walked into the tavern, dressed in a large red robe, and his whole face was tightly covered. He walked up to me and said:

"I know the story of Ivan Vasilyevich, do you listen?"

"Listen, but can you tell me who you are first?"

The man directly ignored my question and began to tell the story of Ivan Vasilyevich, who looked like this, whether I listened to it or not, and I had to listen to it even if I didn't listen to it, which was very similar to Ivan Vasilyevich's style.

"Ivan Vasilyevich died when his father was three years old, and he ascended to the throne of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, but the throne did not bring supreme power to the young Yin Van the Terrible, his mother was regent, and the nobles fought openly and secretly. The struggle for power, profit, and murder made the young emperor more and more indifferent, withdrawn, and ruthless. His mother, who taught him to endure, taught him to kill, taught him darkness, but never taught him love. Until he came of age, until he came to power, he killed and became the tsar of the Grand Duchy of Moscow. People respected and feared him, but no one ever loved him. Every night, he would come to the tavern and drink vodka glass after glass, but the strongest liquor in the world could not get him drunk, he just wanted to get drunk, and when he was drunk, he didn't know anything. ”

As the man spoke, sometimes mad, sometimes sad, I asked:

"Who the hell are you?"

"Who am I? Who am I......"

The man said as he threw things frantically, and I grabbed his hand to try to calm him down, and he turned to look at me with a weird smile on his face.

When I saw his face, I was shocked,

"Ivan Vasilyevich? No, Ivan Vasilyevich gives people the impression that he is domineering and unapproachable, but the person in front of him gives people the impression that he is evil and frightening. ”

I thought to myself. Suddenly, my grip on his hand hurt from his backhand, and I came back to my senses and stared at him, trying to find some flaws in his face.

"I don't know who I am, maybe I forgot, maybe I didn't know who I was in the first place."

He calmed down and let go of my hand.

"I don't know who I am?"

His words shook me. What about me? Did I forget or didn't know who I was?

"I told you about Ivan Vasilyevich in the hope that you will never give up on him, that man is inherently good, that you can save him, and I know that you can save him."

After the man finished speaking, it turned into a tear, I quickly reached out to catch it, the tears fell on my palm, and a sad feeling spread from my palm to my whole body.

"Is this the legendary Raw Tears, no wonder he doesn't know who he is, he is Ivan Vasilyevich Raw Tears, he will break away from Ivan Vasilyevich into a human form. I think, probably day and night, having seen Ivan Vasilyevich's wounds, these tears have a spirituality! ”

Didn't anyone love him? It's also a poor man.