I said that my feelings were seriously frustrated: the person I love doesn't bird me, the person I don't love comes to annoy me, is it swollen?

Uncle Chen was stunned for a long time and said, what's the use of talking to an old man! I'm sorry, I really can't help. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If he is really bored, he has a suggestion, "The only way to solve your worries is to ......"

Stop, stop, stop!

It's wine again, and I'm bored.

I lifted the empty jar and shook it downward, so that he could see it for himself: did he see it, and drank it.

"Uncle Chen, don't tell me to dig the soil again! I'm really worried that if I dig up another jar this time, and then release another sealed devil, then the house will be lively, hum, you know!"

Uncle Chen was angry with me again, he stretched out a finger and nodded at me, but he retracted it with great restraint.

I said, Uncle Chen, don't be angry!

Seeing that I'm about to send you back to the roots, in fact, I thought, this wine has been buried in a few jars, drink one jar less than one jar, you will soon be out of use, and my days are still long, I have to take it easy.

This is one of them.

Second, didn't I ask you earlier what this thing is? We've been talking for so many days, and you still haven't let me figure it out. The coffin is gone, do you still want to hide this secret in the urn and bury it in the ashes!

Uncle Chen said angrily, just now he said that his feelings were frustrated, so shouldn't he stop a little, why did he pull it on the wine again?

I said yes, why is it off topic again?

Well, although you are an old man, you have experienced ups and downs in life and have a lot of experience, so from your point of view, what should I do and give some advice.

Uncle Chen said with a sad face: "No, I'm an old man......"

I told him to stop again and say nothing.

Who's blinded?

――Then how did you come to your spring dream under the blue wattle fruit bush?

Chen Bo's old face turned purple suddenly, and he yelled: "You-"

Huh, the old man is going crazy!

I quickly changed the subject: "Well, let's talk about the bar, what is a dark wine, is it a blue vitex wine?"

Uncle Chen said viciously: "Of course not. The dark wine is snake wine, yin snake soaking wine, this is always okay, right? It's strange, what good is it for you to provoke me like this!"

It turns out that the Yin Snake has finally become a wine-making thing, which is really ironic!

I don't know how my dad did it.

I said to Uncle Chen: "It's over, I didn't mean to be angry with you, it's a bit complicated, you know, I don't like gossip, but if I don't figure it out if I have doubts, it's easy for my brain to short-circuit." ”

Uncle Chen said again, what does this have to do with me?

You and my dad are close friends and lifelong friendships, and I was raised by you, and these two layers of relationship are superimposed, and the relationship is really not ordinary!

When Uncle Chen heard this, he raised his head and looked at me for a long time, and said to himself in confusion: "No! You have grown up watching you since I was a child, why did you suddenly become sharp-tongued?"

"Is there one?" I grinned, then stuck my tongue out and curled it out, making a snake spitting out a letter.

Chen Bo suddenly shook his body as if he was conditioned, then jumped high like an electric shock, and then floated in the air in shock, not daring to approach me.

"Haha, I scared you, Uncle Chen. ”

I say.

Uncle Chen was shocked, he said: "No, no, no, your recent performance is very weird. ”

Wouldn't it?

I casually said, "Probably because of the blow of falling out of love, my mood has been affected." ”

But Chen Bo retorted: "Nonsense. If you really get hit, then your mood should be depressed and decadent, how can you be so sharp, so aggressive, and not let go of the words? No, there must be something wrong with this wine! Are you sure these are the jars that Lao Jiang buried?"

Uncle Chen's analysis scared me too, is that really the case?

But how do I know what the wine is all about! Wasn't I still an ignorant kid when I buried it?

If you want to say that, Uncle Chen, you have always been buried with the wine jar, you should know better than me what the specific situation is!

Uncle Chen thought for a while and said slowly: "This is also true, you won't know." As far as I know, the wine has not been touched since I was buried, and I dare not guarantee it before. ”

What am I talking about? Could it be that my father would bury the wine in question to harm his son? Didn't he say that this was the wedding wine I used for my wedding?

Uncle Chen, don't mind, I think if there is anything in this wine, you will be the most suspicious.

Saying this, Uncle Chen was stunned!

He thought about it for a while, and his doubts about me were irrefutable and speechless.

And what about my own performance? When you think about it, it's really weird.

After comparing the before and after, I found that I was really like what Uncle Chen said: although he was not wooden in the past, he was honest and timid and didn't talk much, but it seems that after drinking this jar of wine, not only did he experience a series of frightening events, but also his heart was different-aggressive, aggressive, especially the four words that Uncle Chen used to sharpen his teeth and tongue, which made me suddenly feel a chill in my heart!

In fact, Uncle Chen's original meaning was to say that I had become sharp-toothed, but these four words are still very reminiscent of the image of a snake.

Belch...... I—I just imitated the snake's tongue curling and spitting out letters, what's—what's going on? It's terrifying!

I cried out with a sad face: "Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen, you say, what the hell is going on? Could it be that the Yin Snake found me?"

Chen Bo said very seriously that he didn't know either.

It's over, it's over! This ghostly rotten snake has actually entangled me at some point, I really shudder!

This suddenly reminds me of a real allusion that has been circulated in our town of Shaliu.

The general course of the incident is that Shaliu Town was quite poor a long time ago, and the daily necessities were uniformly distributed at that time. And there is an old man in the town who is addicted to alcohol, and it is not easy.

Because every month he buys a certain amount of alcohol with a wine ticket, an adult man only has one per month, but how can this be enough for him?

At the beginning of the month, when it was time to sell wine, the old man carried the wine jug to the supply and marketing cooperatives in the town early, and he was the only one who came to shop.

After handing over the ticket and money, he watched the salesman fill his jug with wine, immediately took it and put it on the ground at his feet, and then watched the salesman turn around and give him change.

That is, in the blink of an eye.

When the salesman turned around again and handed him the change, the old man lifted the flask, but it was empty!

He had to hand over the flask again, saying that his wine had not yet been filled.

The salesman said strangely, "Didn't you just fill the wine?"

He told Qu that the salesman really didn't fill him with wine, and he also stripped off his clothes and asked the salesman to check them, but he didn't have anything with him.

Could it be that the flask is leaking?

The two of them rummaged over and over again, only to find that the pot was intact.

The salesman even went up to smell it for a long time, but there was no smell of alcohol in the old man's breath, and there was obviously no possibility of self-theft.

The salesman went to the door again and looked around, but there was no place to hide anything or sign of an accomplice's assistance.

This is strange! I can't figure it out.

But since the wine is rationed, the salesperson has to have an explanation on his books, no?

After discussing with the old man who bought the wine, he had to deal with it like this:

The salesman thought he was unlucky, and had to refill the old man with a new pot of wine, but both of them had to bear half of the price.

When the old man came to the gate of the supply and marketing cooperative, when he went down the bluestone steps, he stepped on a soft lying snake, with the thickness of a wrist.

He was so frightened that his feet and hands went limp.

But the snake did not entangle itself and attack him, but struggled to lift its head and neck, and immediately fell down again.

Then the old man saw that the belly of the big snake was bulging, and he had just been stepped on, and spit out a puddle of clear liquid from the snake's mouth, and faintly smelled the smell of wine.

It turned out that it was this snake just now, who quietly stole all the wine in the old man's pot.

That's a whole jug of wine! How did it do it in such a short time? And the snake was so fast!

Then it was too drunk, and fell out of the door.

The "case" of the theft of liquor came to light.

This really makes the old man angry and funny!

From this point of view, I really admired this snake, but because it paid for half a pot of wine myself, it couldn't be cheapened.

The old man made the decision at that time, and hastily stuffed the snake into the jug, with which he was going to soak the snake wine.

The serpent was sealed in wine for seven years.

In the seventh year, the old man came to open the seal and prepare to taste the snake wine.

But as soon as he opened the lid of the pot, with a "whoosh", the snake jumped out like lightning and bit the old man's nose fiercely!

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