"Yan'er, do you know what wine tastes like?" He smiled on his lips, picked up the wine glass on the table, put it in front of his nose and sniffed the smell of wine, which was strong and fragrant, and the smell of alcohol came to his face.

He asked himself if he was a drinker, but every time he smelled it, he couldn't help but want to have a few drinks, and perhaps he didn't even know the deepest alcohol addiction in his heart.

"On the day of the wedding, I drank the wine." She lowered her head, she had never drunk in the boudoir before, her father was very strict in discipline, and she was never allowed to show her head, but when she hid in the back hall and saw it from afar, she was very charming, and she no longer looked down on any man in the world.

She has never seen such a gentle man, neither humble nor arrogant, not surprised, even if someone wants to make things difficult with him, it is to talk and laugh to resolve everything, maybe she is lucky, she can marry him, and live happier than other women, and now there are only two of them in the house, this is the happiest time.

I don't know why he is hiding here today and drinking alone, "Husband, is there anything unpleasant?" ”

"No, I just want to drink a little today." She filled the wine glass in front of Yuan Shu's eyes, Yuan Shu held the glass, looked at the full wine, and said, "Actually, there is no skill in drinking, just drink it all." ”

Drinking is the same as life, it should be said that life taught him to drink, in the past he would get drunk when he drank a glass, but now even if he drinks a pot of wine, he doesn't feel drunk.

Accustomed to this spicy feeling, accustomed to it, and intoxicated by this feeling, "Husband, why do you like this bitter and spicy taste?" ”

In his mind, he recalled what the woman said that day in Fangfei Pavilion: "At first taste, you will find this wine spicy and difficult to taste, but when you drink it, you will become numb, but gradually you will like this feeling and become addicted!" Perhaps, this is what you will not understand until you are covered in bruises! ”

Looking at the crystal clear nectar in the cup, reflecting his own flickering figure, his face is still delicate in this turbid wine, with a smile on his lips, I have heard people say: Wine is the length of a hundred medicines. It can heal the wounds in your heart! Some people also say: Those who sell worries are not like wine.

It can indeed forget my worries, drink two cups when I am happy, and drink two cups to relieve my worries when I am sad; It gives me courage, even if it is fragile.

Alcohol is an addictive thing, and if you don't stick it, you will never get it, and once you get it, you won't be able to quit, so I'm afraid that he will suffer from it for the rest of his life.

Westriver County.

Gao Wanyue leaned next to An Youju, carefully staring at every move on the stage, the poetry meeting has not yet started, and the contestants are all on stage, that is, the contestants' family background can be seen from their clothes, some of the people on the stage are arrogant, and the price of a dress is also expensive and scary, and he seems to enjoy this envious gaze,

His clothes are the most fashionable silk brocade nowadays, which is really rare in winter, and it costs a lot of money, but it is big

The clothes of the ground color, how do they look weird, like pangolins, more like dung beetles, a little more elegant, in order to meet the occasion with this poem, I won't say the common name,

And next to a snow-colored shirt, although the lights are a little dim, but when he walks around, he can still see the dark lines woven by silver threads, he rolls up the cuffs slightly, afraid of the ink staining his body, but there are dark lines inside and outside, not easy to detect, the double-sided weaving pattern is still silver thread, I am afraid it will also cost a lot of silver taels,

And these two people form a stark contrast, the former one is more like he is afraid that others will not know his wealth, and they all think that they are more like the appearance of the son of a family who is used to such a rich family, and he can't think that no matter how small a county and such a rich family background are, it can't be underestimated.

An old voice came from behind him, "Hey, wait, wait, there are still people who haven't signed up!" As he spoke, there was a young man's figure behind him, and his appearance was a bit like the old man's eyebrows, eyes and chin, thinking that it should be his son.

"This old man, did he really bring his son over to participate in the poetry meeting?" The people next to him were talking about it below, and Gao Wanyue remembered at this time that he was the old man who left angrily just now.

"Young, it seems that what you said is good, it is indeed interesting!" Gao Wanyue looked back at An Youju, and he was looking at the young man who was forcibly pulled by his father with a melancholy face, dressed in rags, and pushed onto the stage by his father.

"Go, go." With a smile on his face, he pushed his son to the stage, standing with those who were ready, but he was so conspicuous, gray-headed, messy hair fluttering in the air, with holes in his clothes, even the shoes on his feet, and his toes were faintly visible.

The emaciated figure stood there, as if a gust of wind could carry him away, and he didn't look happy, with a faint red mark on his face, could it be that his father beat him when he was arguing with him?

"Did he really bring his son here?" The man looked surprised and rubbed his eyes, the people who could stand on the stage must be people with backgrounds, or connections in the family, only he stood there destitute, looking out of place.

"What can I do if I bring it, just like him, I don't leave home all day long, I read to death, and I read my brain stupidly!" Hearing this, Gao Wanyue shook her head, don't bully the young man to be poor, don't ask the origin of the hero, no one can choose his own background, but he can work hard to choose what kind of life he wants to live!

Looking at his father looking up at his son in the audience, his son is his pride, and it is every father's wish to hope that his son will become a Chan, although they have never thought about whether their children are willing, so they forced them to do things they don't want to, and shook their heads helplessly,

"Come on, come on, bet, one to ten, one to ten, if you miss it, you can only wait for next year." Here came a man with a gong in his hand and striking as he walked,

Is this the legendary gambling?

Gao Wanyue had an idea, and looked at An Youju with a smile, "Youyou, otherwise let's press it too." "In case you really guess

If you win, isn't that a fortune!

All the people are surrounding the dealer, tightly stuffing the silver in their hands to him, but there are thirteen or fourteen people on this table, and there are only two people who can really make people spend money on bets, or maybe this is doomed from the beginning, everyone is a foil,

As a result, there are only two: the second son of Rong Shouzhai and the cousin of the innkeeper, maybe everything today is also sponsored by the two of them,

"Tonight, who do you want to bet on?" He looked around at the domineering people on the stage, and his eyes were above the top, and he was afraid that he couldn't get into the eyes of his wife.

"And who do you want to bet on?" Gao Wanyue's eyes flashed, and she wondered if An Youju would have the same tacit understanding as herself.

"The last son." As soon as this remark came out, Gao Wanyue was a little happier, there was always something that could not be said, like a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, and like a meeting of hate,

"This time, you and I want to go together." patted him on the shoulder, looked at him with approving eyes, these people looked at some of them with fat heads and big ears, some indulged in lust, no matter how they looked like they were full of poetry and books, they just showed their faces through the motions,

"Boss, that, ten taels!" Gao Wanyue pointed at the person and shouted loudly, the audience was silent for a while, and everyone turned their heads to look at Gao Wanyue, and no one saw her strange appearance under the dim light, so they could only talk in a whisper.

"I see that this lady is born, I'm afraid that Mrs. is from out of town, I don't understand our people here, this poor student you want to detain has a wooden temperament, and he never interacts with people on weekdays, I'm afraid it will cost you money." A good man standing beside her couldn't help but remind,

Looking at his appearance, I am afraid that he can't hide the secret in his heart, what to say, otherwise he won't tell the truth, Gao Wanyue politely replied, "Our husband and wife are indeed from other places, and it is just a fun time to catch up with such a grand event, and money is also a trivial matter, and it is also for fun." ”

After all, ten taels of silver is not a large amount for them, but in order to cheer up this benevolent brother, it is still necessary, he raised his head and looked at this side when he heard this, and saw her eyes were slightly surprised,

"Since he came to the stage just now, he has been looking at the audience with his eyes lowered, even if the audience whispers, he has been unmoved, what a courage." Gao Wanyue kept nodding her head again and again, looking at An Youjue, looking forward to his self-confidence,

"You seem to be interested in him?" He whispered in Wanyue's ear, holding him in his arms, as long as he lowered his head, he could smell the faint fragrance of flowers on her head, and he was also dissatisfied with her staring at other men like this, and added: "Even more interested than me." ”

"Ten for one! If you guess correctly, it's a hundred taels. As he spoke, his eyes lit up, as if the hundred taels were already in front of him,

He chuckled at her immaturity, once upon a time, she would have become so hungry in the world, and she would live at home with a budget, "High."

Is Wanyue such a money-greedy person? ”

"If you don't know that firewood and rice are expensive, one hundred taels is actually quite a lot." Who doesn't like to give it for nothing, for ill-gotten gains, pies that fall from the sky are still quite fond of it,

leaned into her ear and said affectionately, "Wanwan, do you know that the white hosta on your head is worth more than a dozen hundred taels." "Seeing that she has always liked to use this white hosta to coil her hair, pull all her hair into a bun, the texture is good, and the tentacles are warm,

Gao Wanyue subconsciously reached out and stroked her hairpin, feeling a little flustered, sometimes afraid that he would ask about the origin of the hairpin, and said that he would not lie to him, if he really asked, he could not tell the truth, he would be careful, "This kind of good jade is not common, so I like to take it, and it won't be easy to say." ”

This hairpin was originally increased by Huan Yu when the eldest princess was canonized, and the white and warm appearance captured her heart at once, so I like to use this hairpin every day to pull my hair, and the pattern is also good-looking, narrow and straight, and the tail is a carved magnolia pattern, don't be a taste,

"Since you like hairpins very much, I'll give you a more expensive one in the future!" He raised his hand and stroked the white hosta, as if he was careless, but it was a different kind of nervousness in her heart.

"Actually, it's good to have one, and you don't have to bother." She was a little prevaricated, but after thinking about it, it really wasn't appropriate, "Okay, then I'll wait." ”

She thought about it carefully, and sent Hu Luxian's ancient jade back, after all, it was still an heirloom, and this hairpin was also a thing for Huan Yu to enjoy, and it was not worth much, but in this case, she could sell it later and keep it for confiscation.

The so-called poetry will start in a burst of drums, the sound is louder, she covers her ears with her hands, the noisy and lively scene makes her forget that she is a foreigner, and coming to a strange city is also a feeling of acceptance,

Boss Jin came to the stage, "Today, the entire Xihe County has gathered talents from all walks of life and ushered in the annual Peace Poetry Meeting. The second game is a good test; In the third competition, the best of the three places is the top prize this year. ”

(End of chapter)