Secretary Wang was still chattering behind me and telling me to pay attention to traffic safety. And I'm already staggering forward.

In the past two days, the weather has been warming up a little bit, but a cold wind has come. It's cool down again.

At first, I walked along the road and felt a little cold in my hands and face. But after walking for a while, the strength and heat of the wine came up, and I felt hot and hot on my face. I felt a little dizzy, so I held on to a tree and opened my mouth. Spit it out.

I threw up for a while and felt like my stomach was empty.

I took out a piece of paper and wiped my face, and my thoughts were clear. I sighed and thought to myself, "It's too wolf, it's too wolf today." Drunk and vomiting while leaning on a tree. What does this look like? It won't be like that anymore. ”

I held on to the tree. Throwing the paper on the ground, he staggered forward two steps, feeling soft under his feet, as if he had been shaken. I fumbled and sat down, leaning against a tree on the side of the road. I felt my eyelids feel heavy. I silently muttered in my heart: "Let me rest for a while, and I will ...... for a while"

Thinking like this, I fell asleep.

In my sleep, I felt a heavy snowfall, covering me layer by layer. I felt like I was covered with a quilt, but the more I covered it. The colder I became, and finally I woke up from my dream.

I found myself lying in the cold wind, shivering from the cold. I stood up slowly on the ground. By this time, the wine had woken up, and I was going back to sleep. But I didn't take two steps. I saw a few people making a fire on the side of the road.

The fire was blazing and it looked warm. I couldn't help but lean in.

While these people were roasting the fire, they were actually drinking around the fire with wine glasses and a few side dishes in front of them. It's so emotional.

I wrapped myself in my clothes and thought to myself, except for a quilt in it. It's not much warmer than outside, so why don't I have a fire here?

Thinking of this, I tried to put on a kind smile and join them.

When the men saw me coming, they all smiled with welcome on their faces, and they said, "Sit down, sit down, it's frozen, right?" It was so cold. ”

I sat down and looked at them by the light of the fire. I saw that they were all dirty and black, like workers in a coal mine who had just gotten off work.

The men were very alert, and when they saw that I was looking at them, they all grinned and said, "We are all coolies, and we are a little dirty, little brother, don't be surprised." ”

I hurriedly said, "How so? I'm too late to be grateful for the hospitality of a few people, besides, you're not dirty. ”

The men had smiles on their faces. Then the man next to me handed me a bowl and said, "Little brother, I will ask you for a drink." ”

The voice sounded like a woman. I glanced at her, only to see that she had a big braid that hung down from the back of her head. It's just that this person is dirty and black, and I didn't think she was a woman at all.

I took the bowl of wine, a little hesitant in my heart. A few hours ago, I just swore that I would never drink again. Isn't it too fast for me to break this vow after it lasted less than a day?

But I can't explain it to these people. If I don't drink this bowl of wine, they will definitely think that I am disgusted that they are dirty.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and thought, "It's just a bowl." What's the big deal? So I threw my neck up and poured the wine down.

After I finished drinking, I smacked my lips and found that the wine was not strong, only a faint taste of wine, more sweet.

A half-old man sitting across from me asked, "How's it going?" I'm a good drink, right? ”

I nodded and said, "Yes, it's delicious, it's better than the wine I bought." ”

When the little old man heard me praise him, he was very happy, and said, "I have made this wine myself, and I only give it to my good friends." ”

We roasted the fire for a while. Suddenly, someone said, "It's a big night, let's sit dry, how boring." Let's tell a few stories. ”

The little old man waved his hand: "We are all poor people, and we don't even know a word." What kind of storytelling? ”

The woman next to me pointed at me and said, "I see that this little brother has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he must be a literate person." ”

I hurriedly smiled and said, "I'm so cultured, several, don't kill me." ”

The little old man smiled: "Little brother, take the liberty of asking, what kind of education do you have?" ”

I smiled embarrassedly and said, "I went to college." ”

A middle-aged man with a mustache next to him said, "Did you go to college?" If this was in ancient times, it would be a jinshi. ”

A slightly younger man said, "How is it a Jinshi?" I think it's a university scholar. ”

The mustache said with a look of disbelief: "Fourth, you are talking nonsense here again." When did you get a college scholar? Is the high school student going to be called a high school sergeant? ”

The young man waved his hand and retorted, "You're not right. High school students and junior high school students are collectively referred to as junior high school students. That's why they're called secondary school bachelors. Elementary school students are called junior scholars. ”

This young man has a set of crooked reasoning, and he actually analyzes the Tao. The middle-aged man with a mustache couldn't help but nod and said, "I see, I see, I don't know, it turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to in school." ”

I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw the two of them talking funny.

The little old man drank: "You two, you don't know a single word, what are you selling here?" Look at the little brothers who are laughing at you. ”

I hurriedly said, "No, no." I also think what a few people said makes sense, so I just smiled knowingly. ”

The woman next to her said, "You don't have to worry about the two of them. Little brother, since you are so cultured, how about you tell us a story? As she spoke, she poured me another bowl of wine and shoved it into my hand, as if to bribe me.

I looked at the bowl of wine and said with some worry, "What kind of story is good to tell?" ”

The little old man said: "Although the four of us are illiterate, we admire literate people the most. Just tell us a few stories that are often told by cultural people. ”

I thought to myself: "Since these people have no culture and like to listen to stories, I am afraid that they have long been accustomed to hearing these strange things about mountain ghosts and fox demons that I have experienced." Since this little old man wants to listen to the stories of cultural people. Then it is nothing more than loyalty, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith. ”

I looked at the bowl of wine in my hand, it was rippling. It's like a clear spring. My heart moved, and I had a plan. Then he took the bowl and drank it all, and said, "Okay, I'll tell you a story." ”

I cleared my throat and said, "In the old days, there was a young man named Oyu. He fell in love with a woman. So the two made an appointment and secretly went out on a date in the evening. ”

The little old man said disappointedly: "Is it the story of the poor scholar and the rich lady again?" I've heard it dozens of times in the play. ”

The woman next to me hurriedly said, "Don't interrupt, don't interrupt, I still have to listen." ”

I smiled and said, "It's not the story of a poor scholar and a rich lady. It is said that these two people made an appointment, and at the third watch in the evening, they were going to go on a date under a bridge. "360 Search. The Empty House is updated quickly

The mustache said, "This place is good, it's dark, and no one knows what to do." ”

The little old man drank: "Such an adult, not serious." ”

The mustache smiled and stopped talking. I continued: "Oyo was about to see his sweetheart, and his heart was so happy that he went to the bottom of the bridge early, stood on a rock, leaned against the pillar and began to wait. I don't know how long I waited. The third watch has finally arrived. But the woman did not appear. ”

The four people who listened to the story said in unison: "Has this woman overslept?" ”

I thought to myself, "How do I know if she's overslept?" I tried to ignore their questions, and said stubbornly: "Oyu can't see the woman, and he can't bear to leave, he is worried that the woman will be delayed because of something, and he will not be able to find him when he comes back." So I stayed at the bottom of the bridge and waited for him. In the second half of the night, the river gradually overflowed. Most of Oyo's body was immersed in cold water, but he still refused to leave. He was swaying back and forth by the water, so he clung to the bridge pillars. ”

The four of them asked anxiously, "What happened later?" Did the woman come later? ”

I shook my head and said, "Then the water came up and went over Oyu's head and drowned him." ”