In the Qingji District of Dijing, in a large game hall, the noise is mixed with the chaotic neon lights, which stimulates the excitatory factor in people's blood at night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info especially in front of all kinds of gambling machines, players get carried away with the good or bad results of the mixed emotional cries.

Du Chuan flipped the brass handle of the retro slot machine with great interest, and the digital graphics in the glass frame spun rapidly.

“777。” Once again, the numbers stopped at this position.

Waterfall-like silver-white coins slipped down from the outlet, making the shiny coin hill in Du Chuan's hand a few points higher.

"Uncle." The voice of a young man who wanted to speak and stopped.

Du Chuan, who took out three more tokens and was about to start the next round, looked at his nephew Du Tang, who was sitting next to him, suspiciously.

"Huh?"

"It's not too early, although you didn't promise a specific time to the other party, uncle, but ......" Du Cheng tried to consider his words, "It's not very polite to let Mr. Jing wait too long after all, after all, Mr. Jing is also a respectable countryman." ”

"There are more than 30 national warriors in Qunsen, each of them to respect, and there are too many people you want to respect." Du Chuan threw the coin into the coin slot and said.

After going out from the Winter Emperor's Beijing Annex in the afternoon, Du Chuan suddenly took him into this game hall halfway through, and sat in front of the retro slot machine in the corner that few people cared about and played. Now, the hand of the wall clock on the wall of the arcade has stopped at 9 p.m.

"Besides, don't you have a lot of fun, Ah Tangerine?" Du Chuan squeezed his eyes at the pile of silver-white hills beside Du Tang, "Obviously, more than ten years ago, I was a little ghost who cried because I lost all my pocket money, and now I am qualified to be on the blacklist of the owner of the game hall." ”

“…… It's not that uncle, you have taken me to play slot machines since I was a child, now think about it, how can there be elders who teach children to gamble! Du Tang complained.

"Hahaha, aren't you already out of school now."

Du Chuan said and stood up, hugged Du Tang's shoulders hard, and shouted to the gray-haired old man at the counter at the door:

"Old ghost, my Ah Tang has also become a capable man, you wait for bankruptcy!"

The old man wrinkled his nose and pointed out a middle finger at Du Chuan with cold eyes, Du Tang hurriedly bent down slightly, leaned forward, and showed an apologetic expression.

Du Chuan walked to the counter with Du Tang in his arms and said, "Old ghost, what about your wife, do you repair a feather duster at home, that fierce aunt." ”

The gray-haired old man didn't raise his eyes: "It's dead." I haven't seen anyone for more than ten years, why haven't you died? . ”

As he spoke, the old man took out a bottle of soju from under the counter, the edges of the paper labels on the black glass bottles were yellowed, and only half a bottle of wine remained, but the shoulders of the bottles were shiny, and it was obvious that they were often wiped.

The amber liquor was slowly poured into the glass, and the old man put away the bottle and pushed the filled glass to Du Chuan.

"Give Ah Tang a drink too." Du Chuan flicked the glass with his index finger, but the old man ignored him and poured a glass of orange juice for Du Tang.

Du Cheng smiled and thanked the old man, but Du Chuan was dissatisfied: "After your father quit drinking, he won't be able to talk to him well." Do you want to do the same now? Uncle suddenly felt so sad. He covered his eyes with one hand, looking heartbroken.

Du Cheng suddenly hesitated.

The old man behind the counter silently took out the black wine bottle and drank it clean.

"No alcohol."

"What! Ghost, do you just have such a bottle of wine here! Du Chuan immediately put down his hand covering his eyes and shouted.

"Except for a rotten drunkard like you, will anyone go to the game hall to drink?" The old man rolled his eyes, took out another glass, and divided half a cup from Du Chuan's cup.

The crisp sound of glasses clashing is short and small, like a fleeting happy hour.

After the old man and Du Chuan toasted, the two drank it all, no one spoke, and the atmosphere of silence remained for a moment.

The old man put away the bottle and glass, and said, "This bottle of wine is finished." ”

Du Chuan nodded and said, "I'm done drinking." ”

"She talked a lot before leaving, saying that she would beat you hard with a feather duster, saying that she would never let you in the door, and saying that you hadn't come to drink the remaining half of the bottle......

I'm old, I won't come to the store in the future, and you don't want to come. ”

The old man didn't look at Du Chuan again, and walked slowly away from the counter and into the dark room.

Du Chuan recalled the bitter aroma of wine that was still lingering in his throat, and suddenly shouted in an exaggerated tone:

"Another heartbroken man! Ah Tang, why are there heartbroken men everywhere in Qunsen, and why are men in Qunsen so lonely? He let go of the hand that was wrapping around Du Tang's shoulder.

"Let's go, Junichi."

The next moment, the figures of the uncle and nephew appeared in front of the door of the Shenyan canteen, Du Chuan lifted the dark blue curtain and walked in, followed by Du Tang.

Inoka, who had been waiting here for several hours, had a bright eye, and his spotted face full of folds squeezed out a less ugly smile and quickly greeted him.

"It's been a long time, Brother Stop. Huanyu, come and meet Shaolingbo! Jing Hebi, who was suddenly called by his uncle, didn't react for a while, and Du Chuan had already taken Du Tang to sit down in front of the square hollow counter.

Jing Hebi stood up as if electrocuted: "Less, Uncle Shaoling is good!" "Isn't it Du Chuan Du Si stopped, why is there another name!

Du Chuan smiled and said, "Bo Nai overlord, what kind of Shaoling Uncle am I now." Are you Jing Xuran's son? ”

In order to prevent his nephew from talking nonsense again, Jing Zhiqi hurriedly took over the conversation: "The younger generation is not a weapon, so that Brother Si Zhu laughs." ”

Du Chuan waved his hand and said, "I'm just an idler now, I don't need to be too formal, it's good for young people to be serious and lively." ”

"My brother heard that I was going to see Brother Si Zhu, so he specially asked me to send you a gift. Huanyu! ”

Jing Hebi didn't drop the chain this time, picked up a gift box wrapped in moire brocade from the stool next to him, and carefully handed it to Jing Zhiqi.

Inoyu unraveled the moire brocade on the surface and took out a simple wooden wine bottle from the gift box, the material of the bottle resembled some kind of brown bark, and the layers of fish-scale bark were stacked together to form a wine bottle with a round belly and a thin neck.

He took out the cork of the bottle, shook it slightly, and there was a milky white smoke slowly flowing out of the mouth of the bottle, like a cloud like mist, turning into a thin stream and falling into the porcelain cup on the table, the mist was churning, a kind of light as an empty mountain painting scene, if there was no wine fragrance escaped, people had not touched the cup and had three points of drunkenness.

"The mist of Yundu, this year's new sake." The tip of Du Chuan's nose moved slightly, and he had already sniffed out the variety. Instead of serving his glass, he reached for the quaint bark bottle in Inoyu's hand.

In addition to the mist ginjo, many rare liquid butterfly materials must be preserved in containers of this material. To this day, it has not been cultivated artificially, and only grows in a few little-known forests in the southern part of the empire.

Du Chuan put down the wine bottle and said, "It seems that Jing Xuran has already received my gift, so I can start asking the royal family for some return gifts." ”