"Xinghua Village." Du Zichuan looked in the direction pointed by the shepherd boy and muttered, "The restaurant is at the head of the village, and my house is at the end of the village, so I shouldn't meet it." ”

Mo Hansheng seemed to remember something, a trace of strangeness flashed on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Du Zichuan was about to go to the restaurant, walked a few steps and turned back to look at Mo Hansheng, looking timid and a little embarrassed.

Mo Han looked at Du Zichuan's appearance, and immediately guessed his thoughts, took out a piece of broken silver and threw it over.

Du Zichuan took the broken silver in a panic, thanked him twice, and went to find the restaurant.

The village chief of Xinghua Village is a simple and strong man, who is honest and responsible on weekdays, and his biggest preference is drinking.

Today, as usual, he went to the wine shop at the head of the village to drink.

The liquor store is small, with no sign in front of the door and no name.

What is the name of a small wine shop in such a small mountain village in the middle of nowhere?

Despite this, this wine shop is still very famous in this area.

There is no way, there are only two small villages in this projectile-sized place, which are Osmanthus Village and Xinghua Village.

The population of the two villages is very small, and there are even fewer restaurants in the village, only the one in front of the village chief, so it is difficult to think of not being famous.

There is only one type of liquor sold in the liquor shop, which is brewed by the owner of the shop.

Although it is home-brewed coarse grain sake, the taste is not bad, so it is quite popular with the names of nearby villages.

This wine is not strong, but a little light, the first taste is not good, but after drinking, there will be an inexplicable sweet fragrance left in the throat, the aftertaste is endless.

This wine also smells of a faint fragrance of osmanthus, so it is named cinnamon wine.

This is the only dissatisfaction of the village chief of Xinghua Village.

This wine shop is clearly opened in Xinghua Village, and the owner of the shop is also from Xinghua Village, but why do you want to take the name of Osmanthus Village next door?

Can't it be called apricot blossom wine?

Can't apricot blossoms be used to make wine?

He paid for the wine, and couldn't help but talk about it with the owner of the liquor store, and bitterly persuaded the other party to change his name.

The owner of the wine shop is a teenager, who looks delicate and still has a trace of childishness, but the look in his eyes is much more mature than his peers.

After listening to the village chief's complaints, he just smiled and didn't argue anything, but kept silent about the name change.

The village chief was about to say another few words with the wine jar, when an old man with gray hair came over outside.

The village chief was slightly surprised, the two villages together were only twenty or thirty people, and he could see at a glance that this was a fresh face.

And looking at the other party's age, he is a little unsteady when he walks, how can he come to this small mountain village where birds don't alone?

"Little brother, can you sell me Tan wine?" The old man's expression was cringe, his speech was very stiff, and his tone was a little strange.

He looked like a man who had lived in the mountains and forests for many years, and when he came out, he couldn't even speak.

And seeing his messy hair and ragged clothes, the village chief couldn't help but worry that he wouldn't be able to pay for the wine.

But the owner of the wine shop did not despise him because of this, smiled, turned his head and shouted behind him: "Sister, bring out another pot of cinnamon wine." ”

"Here we are." Someone in the liquor shop answered, and a gentle-looking young woman opened the curtain from the back and walked out.

She held a small pot of wine in her arms, and said with a smile as she walked: "Village chief, isn't a pot of cinnamon wine enough?" ”

The young man smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed at the old man and said, "Sister, it's this old man who wants to buy wine." ”

The woman turned to look at the old man and smiled kindly and habitually.

She was about to send the flask in her arms over, but she was suddenly stunned for a moment, and her eyes were faintly strange.

Her gaze fell on the old man's face, and she always felt that there was a very distant and familiar sense between the other party's eyebrows and eyes.

Syllable.

The wine jar in the woman's arms fell to the ground.

She stared at the old man's face, trembling uncontrollably: "Dad! ”

……

……

When night fell, the lights in the Du family's hut were bright, and Du Wanqiu made a very sumptuous dinner.

For the Du family, who have always been diligent and thrifty, this is extremely rare.

Du Zichuan, who had been away from home for many years, finally returned, and the Du family was truly reunited.

It just so happens that tonight is the night of the full moon.

Du Zichuan has not returned for many years, and now that he sees that his children have grown up, he can't help but drink a few more glasses while being relieved, and his cheeks are red with drunkenness.

He had not drunk for many years, and he was too strong to drink, and soon fell asleep on the table.

After the two siblings helped him to the room and settled him, they walked out of the door and couldn't help but smile at each other.

Since the incident three years ago, although the two of them have tacitly agreed not to mention Du Zichuan anymore, they still have been thinking about him in their hearts.

Now that the family of three can finally be reunited, what is there not to be satisfied with?

Du Wanqiu said: "According to my father, he was sent back by a white-clothed immortal with great powers, so I don't know which kind-hearted person did it." ”

Du Xingyu said: "Who else can it be, it must be Brother Mo." ”

Du Wanqiu was slightly stunned: "Young Master Mo? ”

"Who else can there be besides Big Brother Mo? That person's age, appearance, and personality are clearly very consistent with Brother Mo. Du Xingyu looked excited and yearning when he talked about this, and seemed to be happier than he had become an immortal.

Du Wanqiu hesitated: "But Dad didn't say that the person was dressed in white and had the style of a fairy family." ”

In her impression, Mo Hansheng was dressed in black, with a withdrawn and indifferent temperament, and there was still a big difference between him and the white-clothed immortal described by Du Zichuankou.

Du Xingyu said: "It's been three years, and some changes are normal. Besides, Brother Mo entered the Immortal Gate, and now it is naturally very different from before. ”

Du Wanqiu nodded: "This is also true." ”

"I heard that Brother Mo stepped on the flying sword at that time, and flew out of the land for miles with a few swishs, which is really chic." Du Xingyu walked to the door and sat on the threshold with a smirk.

He cupped his cheeks with both hands, looked at the night in the courtyard, and suddenly said with some sadness: "It's just that since Brother Mo has already sent his father back, why don't you show up?" I haven't seen him for many years, and I still miss him. Sister, you say, is he unwilling to associate with us mortals after becoming an immortal? ”

Du Wanqiu comforted: "No, Mo Gongzi is not such a person. He was reluctant to show up, he must have his own considerations. ”

Du Xingyu nodded and said, "Yes." In any case, I hope he will build the road as soon as possible. ”

Du Wanqiu smiled and turned to enter the house.

After a while, she walked out with her head down, her brows furrowed slightly, and her mouth kept muttering things like "strange" and "not right".

Du Xingyu noticed her strangeness and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Du Wanqiu raised his head and said, "I checked it just now, counting the wine that has been sold today, there is one pot missing." ”

Du Xingyu smiled: "Isn't it the pot you broke during the day?" ”

Du Wanqiu still frowned and said: "I have already counted that pot, and there is still one pot missing." ”

"Isn't it just a pot of wine?" Du Xingyu waved his hand and said, "If there is less, there will be less, and it is the greatest blessing that my father can come back safely." ”

The night sky is high, there are no stars, and a full moon hangs high in the treetops.

Mo Hansheng sat quietly on the branch and drank alone.

The wanderer's first drink, he can't taste the sweetness in the wine, but he has a different taste in his heart.

Cinnamon wine.

Homecoming wine.