The wine shop is very small, there are only a few small tables, but at this time there are still a lot of people drinking outside, the small tables in the house are basically full, only the last one is empty outside, so Jiang He sat down at the small table, and asked the boss for a pair of bowls, chopsticks and wine cups, and asked for stacked orchid beans and a pot of wine. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The orchid beans are fried, very flavorful, Jiang He throws them into his mouth one by one with chopsticks, and then chews carefully, and the wine is the shopkeeper's own grain wine, the taste is strong and fragrant, Jiang He drinks slowly, and the candle flame on the table beats gently in the evening breeze.

"Drink wine, drink wine, and eat fried beans. ”

Suddenly, a cold word interrupted Jiang He's beautiful enjoyment, Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the person in front of him with some annoyance.

In front of him stood a sloppy old man, dressed in shabby gray clothes, with his hair disheveled over his head, and pulling like a beggar at a pair of cloth shoes that were about to be flattened on his heels.

Jiang He was originally a little angry, but when he saw that the old man seemed to be a little drunk, he looked at the wine cup in front of him, his heart softened, and then he asked inquiringly, "Have a drink?"

The old man glanced at the river, then touched his pocket and said, "I didn't bring any money." ”

Jiang He smiled slightly, and then said, "I invite you." ”

Saying that, Jiang He turned his head and asked the boss to bring another pot of soju, the night in Kyoto was still a little cold, and Jiang He didn't want the old man to drink some raw and cold wine.

Unceremoniously, the old man pulled out a stool and sat down, and without thanking him or anything, he sat down in front of Jiang He, picked up the pot of hot soju and began to drink.

Jiang He was speechless, but he was not annoyed, and pushed the orchid bean in front of him to the old man's side.

The old man put down the wine jug, and then said to Jiang He unhappily: "I said everything, drink wine, drink wine, what are you doing eating this?"

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, why are you so tricky, please drink and don't thank me, why are you still picky.

"Okay, then what do you say to eat when you drink?" Jiang He said in an unkind tone, angrily pulling the orchid beans on the table back to his side.

"Of course it's meat, and if you don't eat meat and eat some beans when you drink, it's bullshit. ”

Jiang He almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard this, and suddenly felt that the old man in front of him was really an interesting person, how could he be a little similar to Hu Xiaoliu who was sleeping in the shop.

Jiang He picked up the orchid beans on the plate and threw one into his mouth, and then said: "I'm poor and can't afford to eat meat, besides, eating meat in the middle of the night is not good for the body." ”

The old man cast a disdainful glance at Jiang He, and then he held the jug and drank again, and in less than a moment, a jug of wine was all in his stomach.

After drinking a pot of wine, the old man seemed to be unsatisfied, and then suddenly shouted to the owner of the shop: "Another pot!"

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old man and said, "Are you still drinking?"

The old man looked at Jiang He strangely, and then said, "What, didn't you invite me to drink?"

Jiang He was speechless, and he really didn't know how to answer this old man's words. He looked at the shochu brought by the boss, and then said, "You are so old, it's okay to drink so much?"

The old man held the wine jug, then looked at Jiang He impatiently and said: "Why do you drink so many words, besides, what if you are old, why do you live for a long time without drinking." ”

Jiang He Yile replied: "Of course you take care of your body, who doesn't want to live longer?"

The old man held the wine jug and poured it violently, the heat and smell of the soju choked his old face a little red, he put down the wine jug and said to the river: "What does it mean to live so long, alas, what does it mean to eat this wine without meat and drink it." ”

Jiang He thought that he had really met an old naughty boy, and then he smiled slightly and asked the boss to cut a plate of braised pork.

At this time, the old man finally laughed happily, and took the braised pork on the table with chopsticks and sent it to his mouth piece by piece.

Jiang He still has half of the pot of wine, but Jiang He doesn't want to eat meat, he just sits quietly, and then occasionally twists one or two orchid beans and throws them into his mouth. The old man was much more interested in the plate of meat on the table than the young man who invited him to eat meat and drink, so Jiang He didn't care about him, and he didn't seem to plan to take care of Jiang He.

So when the first pot of wine was drunk, the old man had already eaten two plates of meat and drank three pots of wine.

"Hiccup. The old man touched his belly, burped loudly, and then looked at the moon in the sky with great satisfaction.

Jiang He saw that the old man finally stopped shouting for wine, and was about to settle the bill, but the old man suddenly said: "Young man, I am in a good mood today, please have a drink." ”

Jiang He smiled when he heard this, and then said, "You don't have the money to invite me to drink?"

The old man waved his hand and replied, "Please drink good wine, I brewed it myself." ”

After speaking, the old man urged Jiang He to settle the bill, Jiang He thought to himself that this strange old man was really a strange temper, but it happened that Jiang He was in a good mood today, so he settled the bill and followed the old man to the alley.

The old man walked in front, staggering as if drunk, and Jiang He followed quietly, and the two of them walked alone in the bustling city of Kyoto like two quiet wild cats.

The old man looked to be about seventy years old, but he walked very strongly, he walked in front, the river followed behind, but the speed has not slowed, but the road he led turned east and west, and almost did not dim the river.

So Jiang He, under his various leads, walked for more than half an hour before passing through a dark alley and walking to a small door.

There wasn't even a lantern on the door, and it looked like no one had lived in it for a long time.

What made Jiang He even more puzzled was that there was no lock on the door, and the old man pushed it like this, and the door opened, and the old man went into the house to get a candle, and then lit it on the small stone table in the courtyard.

Regardless of whether Jiang He followed up or not, the old man went directly into the inner room, Jiang He raised his feet into the courtyard, the yard is not very big, there is only a side house, but this courtyard is quite elegantly arranged, planted with a few bamboos, and there are a few peonies planted in the flower bed next to it.

Jiang He thought to himself that although this old man was dressed strangely and sloppily, his family was quite elegant.

But in the next second, he regretted this thought, and the old man actually took a hoe from the back room and dug it against the peony by the wall.

"What are you doing?" Jiang He looked at him puzzled, wondering why this person was acting so strangely.

The old man didn't seem to hear it, but still gently waved his hoe, digging up those beautiful and moving peonies in pieces. Jiang He felt sorry for these peonies, and just wanted to stop him, but he watched the old man squat down and take out a small wine jar from the flower bed.

The old man happily put the wine jar on the stone table, tore the seal and the lid of the wine on it, and suddenly a rich and mellow aroma of wine instantly spread in this small courtyard, and Jiang He smelled the wine and wanted to grab a sip.

"It's so fragrant, I almost forgot about this pot of wine. The old man said to himself, and then planned to drink the flask.

Jiang He was not happy, thinking that if you invite me to drink, how can you hold it and drink it yourself, he grabbed the wine jar, and then said, "Didn't you invite me to drink, why do you have to pour me a bowl." ”

Originally, the old man was very angry when he was caught by the wine jug, but after listening to Jiang He's words, he remembered the reason for inviting him here, and hurriedly smiled and took out two wine bowls from the house and put them on the table.

Jiang He looked at the wine bowl that he didn't know how thick the dust had accumulated and was speechless for a while, so he had to pour out the dust in the bowl, and then went to the well to get water and wash it, and when he came back from washing the bowl, he found that the old man had already held the wine jug and drank loudly.

Jiang He angrily grabbed the flask in his hand, and then poured himself a full bowl before stopping.

"You can't use a bowl? drink like a primitive man. ”

The old man put the flask down, and then asked puzzledly, "What is a primitive man?" ”

"It's Ru Mao who drinks blood, and drinks like you. As he spoke, Jiang He grabbed the flask and poured it for him, and motioned for him to drink it from a bowl.

"You're talking about demons. ”

Jiang He shook his head, held the bowl to shoulder height, and then said to the old man, "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

The old man was also stunned, touched the river with the wine bowl, and drank it all with great interest.

Jiang He put down the wine bowl and tasted the wine just now, it was thick and mellow, better than any wine he had drunk before, and the aroma that melted in his mouth was simply intoxicating.

"Good wine, I didn't expect you to make this kind of wine. ”

The old man smiled when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Heh, after so many years, no matter how bad the wine is, it has become a good wine." ”

Jiang He shook his head and sighed when he heard this, and then said: "That's not necessarily, a pot of water you put for a hundred years is also water." ”

The old man stared at Jiang He, looking at him with interest, as if sensing the loss in his heart, and then smiled slightly and said, "Then do you think you are water or wine?"

Jiang He smiled bitterly when he heard this, looked up at the shadows of the trees around him and replied, "Sometimes I want to be a bowl of blockbuster wine, but I find that I am just a bowl of water. ”

The old man suddenly laughed, as if he had heard something happy, and he suddenly raised his finger and tapped it on the wine bowl of the river, and then continued to laugh.

Jiang He looked at him puzzled, wondering if this old man had intermittent psychosis?

A gust of evening wind blew, and the aroma of wine in the wine jar melted again, lingering around this small dilapidated courtyard, and the moonlight sprinkled on those bamboos, revealing a burst of shadows, falling on the shoulders of the river.

Jiang He suddenly felt that it was better to drink a bowl of those troublesome things.

So he took the bowl in his hand and took another sip, and suddenly, he felt that the wine in the bowl seemed to have changed a little, he frowned, and then to make sure that there was nothing wrong with his tongue, he took another sip, and then he found that it seemed to be lighter than before!

And the old man also put away his smile at this time, looked at Jiang He quietly, and after a while, then asked softly, "What does it taste like?"

"It seems to fade. ”

"Take another sip. ”

Jiang He was puzzled, took a sip of the wine bowl gently, and then he suddenly stared at the old man in surprise and said, "It's tasteless!"

The old man laughed happily again, and he took the bowl of wine, and drank it down, some of it slid down his chin to his messy gray beard, and finally wet his collar.

He drank the wine in the bowl, put down the bowl in his hand, looked up at the moon in the sky, and then squinted his eyes and smelled the fragrance of the peony flowers around him that had just been dug up.

Although the flower is dead, this bowl of wine is still there.

He raised his hand and picked up a piece of flower petals on the ground and put it on the table, and said softly: "This bowl of wine is still wine, but you think he is a bowl of water, so he has become a bowl of water." ”

He turned his head, looked at Jiang He's immature and incomprehensible face, and asked word by word, "So, have you understood?"