It's only late at night...... The Songhe Tower was blown up...... The people in the building were cleaning up, listening to Ning Que's request, and refused in embarrassment, but where was Ning Que willing to leave at this time, he took out a thick stack of silver tickets from his arms, and after thinking for a while, he only took out one and handed it to the shopkeeper.

When he left Lao Bizhai yesterday, he had the mentality that he would never go back if he couldn't find Sangsang, so he took all the most important net worth with him, in addition to Yuan Thirteen Arrows, of course, there were also these silver tickets.

Although there is only one silver ticket, the shopkeeper clearly saw the denomination of the silver ticket, and then thought of the thick stack of silver tickets that Xiantao waved in his eyes, and was suddenly startled, thinking that the high roller with so many silver tickets was no longer an ordinary high roller, and it was definitely a character who could not afford to offend Songhe Tower.

All kinds of delicacies were brought into the private room and rested on the table, Ning Que sat on the window, looking at the night sky that was wiped by the winter snow and was exceptionally fresh, holding a wine glass in his hand and drinking slowly.

The sprout steamed pork was on the small wine in the spring mud urn, the more he drank, the more he drank, Ning Que's eyes gradually narrowed, looking at the stars in the night sky, thinking about the tangled things in the past two days, he tapped the wine urn with the chopsticks in his hand, and hummed: "Can we still meet again, I have been begging in Fotao for thousands of years......"

At this moment, a voice came from the private room next door: "What kind of messy tune is this? It's rare to hear this kind of Cheng dù, and the words are completely incomprehensible." ”

There is a terrace on the lakeside of Songhe Tower for guests to enjoy the scenery and rest...... Each private room has a small door to the terrace, and in the dead of night, the sound only needs to be slightly louder, and it can be transmitted to the balcony through the guò doors and windows, and then to the adjacent private room, and the same is true for Ning Que's singing after he is slightly drunk.

Ning Que knew that there were still guests in the Songhe Tower. Listening to the slightly old voice, knowing that the man should not be young, he smiled and said, "I don't think it's unpleasant...... There are also benefits to being vulgar...... For example, at this time, the wine is in my heart, and I can't think of other songs...... But this song can emerge all at once. ”

The guest in the private room next door asked curiously, "Is this song famous?"

"Pray to the Buddha. ”

Ning Que replied, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be called this name." ”

The guest laughed twice and said mockingly: "The Buddhist family cultivates itself, and they don't even pay much attention to the affairs of the world, let alone the petty love of these ordinary people, young people, if you really want to cause less trouble with these red dusts, there is no other way than to avoid it, and it is better to seek Buddha than yourself." ”

Ning Que listened to this and looked next door from the window, wanting to see what kind of person was drinking and having fun in the middle of the night like himself, and where did he get all this leisure.

The night dome stared...... There was a man sitting on the terrace of the private room next door. Because of the dim light and the sideways leaning, it was difficult to see the face, but the figure was unusually tall, even though there was a very wide chair underneath...... It still looks a little cramped to sit inside.

Looking at that tall figure, Ning Que felt a little familiar, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere...... But he couldn't remember it for a while, and frowned and remembered for a moment...... Immediately laughed to himself, thinking to himself why he had met before, shook his head and sat back in the chair, took out a handkerchief and covered his lips and coughed up some blood.

A dull cough echoed across the terrace of the Pine Crane Tower.

Ning Que took off his handkerchief and stuffed it back into his sleeve, thought about it, walked to the terrace with the wine urn and chair, looked at the tall figure not far away and said, "Don't mind if I sit here?"

The man said, "This is your place." ”

The shopkeeper of the Songhe Tower knew that the last two guests were sitting on the terrace, and he was a little puzzled by their fear of the cold, but he still ordered someone to provoke a wind on the edge of the terrace.

The dim light shrouded the terrace, Ning Que saw the person more clearly, and saw that the person was wearing a very precious color fox fur, his face was clear, and his chin was fluttering with the night wind, which seemed to be very rich in Chang'an City, but the breath on his body revealed an indescribable feeling, especially this person was obviously an old man, but he couldn't feel any old age from his expression and temperament.

"Do you want to talk?" Ning Que asked.

The tall old man shook his head, lifted the wine jug in his hand and said, "The first thing I should do when I go back to Chang'an City is to drink three pots of new wine stored in the spring mud urn of Songhelou first. ”

Ning Que ignored this person anymore, sat back in the chair and looked at the stars in the sky of Chang'an City, and slowly drank the wine.

The old man sat in the wine, looking at the night dome behind the stars in the sky, and drank slowly.

Ning Que's amount of alcohol was very average, if compared to Sangsang, it was like a stream to the ocean, especially when he was injured and tired and haggard, it didn't take long for his eyes to begin to blur.

The old man looked extraordinary, like those hermits in the rivers and lakes, but the amount of alcohol was really bad, and it didn't take long for him to start getting drunk.

Drunk people are divided into a lot of harmony, there is the so-called martial drunk, that is, to vent with the intention of drinking, beating people, kicking trees and smashing walls, there is also the so-called drunkenness, those people want to use the intention of alcohol to write poems, copy words and sell poems, Ning Que does not belong to these two sums, because he can't write poems, so he just keeps muttering to himself through alcohol.

The drunken demeanor of the old man was also extremely interesting, his bright eyes stared at the night dome behind the stars, and he kept whispering something, as if he was talking to the night sky, just looking at his face as frost as iron...... As you can imagine, it's not a good word, it's more likely a swear word.

They never faced each other, drinking next to each other, and the old and young sighed at the same time.

Ning Que sighed at life.

Although his life in Datang is less than 20 years, he has experienced so many kneeling and grinding in his two lives, and there are always many places that can be sighed, such as the early people in Hebei County are more ruthless than ghosts, the people in the mountains are more ruthless than beasts, and the people on the grassland are more ruthless than wolves.

The content of the old man's emotion is more specific, under the general framework of people's hearts and the world, specifically aimed at the unscrupulous boss of a wine shop in a certain county to mix water into the spirits and cook the crane, and for example, Songhelou actually fell into a sprout steamed pork is not a black pig in the southern suburbs of Chang'an, and even the mud of this spring mud urn has actually changed its provenance, how to smell the wine There is a smell of Huangzhou mud.

"This is used to store wine, not to grind ink and write, how can you use Huangzhou mud!"

The old man waved his arms angrily, and his gray beard flew in the night wind.

The old man's voice became louder and louder, and it reached Ning Que's ears, he looked sideways at the angry other party and said with emotion: "You are really a person who has requirements for life, but are you not tired like this?"

The old man frowned and looked at him displeasedly and said, "Since you are alive, of course you must live well." ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly and said: "That's the day for your old man's happy life, so you don't know, sometimes, as long as you can live, it is the greatest blessing in the world." ”

The old man waved his hand like a mosquito, as if to drive Ning Que's clichés and the disgusting feeling of self-righteousness in his words out of the terrace.

Ning Que was drinking at this time, but he subconsciously wanted to express his life feelings, where would he pay attention to the old man's disdain.

"I thought I was a kind of indifferent person, but then I got mixed up, and I thought I was one of those people who pointed to their hearts and killed decisively, indifferent and ruthless, and could make great achievements in the world and engrave their names and stone pillars, but it wasn't until these two days that I realized that I was just a person who kept pretending to be a family wine in the world. ”

"Life, it's like a pretending to be a family wine, after pretending to be a family wine for a long time, you will take it as true, so no matter how indifferent and ruthless you are, you will be dyed by firewood, rice, oil, salt, and Dong into the responsibility or habit that I disdained the most before. Probably because since I was a child, I've been thinking, what would she do without me, and then became, what would I do without her? I can still live, maybe I can live more easily, but what is easy? Get used to it, if the habit is broken, it can't be easy, because you always feel that there are some very important things missing in your life, and you always feel that a very important part of your body is missing. ”

Ning Que turned his head to look at the old man in the chair and said with a smile: "Don't you think I'm sour and rotten, you have to know why there are always these words in the world? ”

He raised the spring mud wine urn and said to the bright moon that did not exist in the night sky: "If you don't have it, you won't get used to it, just like this night sky, whether it was the night sky fourteen years ago or now, whether it is the night sky of Weicheng or the night sky of Chang'an City, as long as there is no moon, I will not be happy." ”

The old man became interested, looked at him and asked, '1 moon...... What is it? In heaven? I have never seen it before, and I have never heard of it. ”

"The moon is something that glows, sometimes it is round, sometimes it is curved, it appears in the night, sometimes it sneaks out during the day, it is beautiful. The moon can do many things, such as obscuring the sun, making tides, and turning into a werewolf......"

Ning Que looked at the old man's expression, sighed and said, "I know you won't believe that there is really this thing, don't look at me like this, you just drink too much for me." ”

The old man said, "If it weren't for the fact that I had drunk too much at this time, I would have taken you to the Qin Heavenly Prison and forced you to use the things there to find them at night." ”

Ning Que said mockingly: "Don't mention this girl, anyway, such a mysterious thing, a vulgar man like you who has a lot of money can't understand it." ”

The old man was furious when he heard this, and reprimanded: "Ginger is old and spicy!"

Ning Que replied disdainfully: "Leeks are still tender and fragrant." ”

The old man was speechless.

Ning Que suddenly said: "Tell you something seriously, don't be afraid, I want to kill someone." ”

The old man looked at him in surprise and said, "You just killed two of them during the day, and you want to kill them again at this time?"

Ning Que was already a little drunk at this time, but he didn't hear this sentence clearly.

He looked at the stars in the night sky and said with emotion: "Sometimes I really feel that there is something wrong with my personality, and whenever I am unhappy, I want to kill someone."

The old man looked at him and said seriously, "There is no problem with your character. ”

Ning Que was slightly stunned, looked at him and said happily, "What do you think?"

The old man mocked, "But you have a problem with your brain. ”

(I have some problems in my head, but I can barely settle the score, so I'll settle the account with you later.) ）