"Whoa, whoa!"

A loud rooster crows through the darkness before dawn.

The rising sun wakes up the sleeping town.

Luo Mingzhang wore a cyan robe, walking along the bluestone road after the night rain and walking on the streets of Qishui Town.

He stopped in front of an old house.

With a "squeak", Luo Mingzhang pushed the door open, and the dust raised by the door wind got into his nose, making him sneeze several times.

The room was dark.

He saw dust on the floor and on the table.

It should have been a long time since anyone lived here

Finish.

Luo Mingzhang stood in the room, his nose a little sour.

If I hadn't been sent away, I would have grown up in this room.

Aunt Li, who sells steamed buns in the town, said her family moved out a few years ago.

There was a small wooden bed in the room, and Luo Mingzhang put his bag and peach sword on it.

He left all the windows in the room open.

The warm sunlight and the crisp air after the rain seeped into the house, filling it with life in an instant.

Luo Mingzhang spent a day cleaning up the room.

In front of the bed, a kerosene lamp was lit.

He sat on the bed and looked down at the "Detailed Explanation of Feng Shui Formations", which was the classic book left by the master for him.

Just then, he heard a movement.

Luo Mingzhang raised his head.

Is it a thief?

Then he smiled again, probably some kind of wild cat and wild dog.

Is there anything else in this house worth stealing?

He lowered his head and continued to study the feng shui calculations in his hands.

At this moment, the movement was even louder.

The sound came from inside the house.

Luo Mingzhang frowned, could it really be a thief......

He rolled out of bed and followed the direction from which the sound came.

He saw a figure crouching on the edge of the stove.

"Thief, I've got you!"

Luo Mingzhang rushed over, grabbed the man's back collar, and lifted his entire body.

The man screamed, turned his head, and a beautiful face caught her eye.

As he was being picked up, the man's hand fell.

Luo Mingzhang used his foot to pad and hooked, hooked the thing with skill, and copied it in his other hand.

What he copied in his hand was a small jar of wine.

"You're the thief, that's mine, give it back to me!"

She reached for the jar.

Luo Mingzhang let go of his hand grasping the collar, took a step back, and dodged.

"What I put in my house, how could it be yours?"

He looked at the girl.

The girl was wearing a maid's dress, and her angry appearance was a little cute.

"Your home? It's shameless, it's been years since the family moved out. I think you see that there is no one living in this house, and you want to occupy the magpie's nest. ”

Luo Mingzhang saw the girl looking at him suspiciously.

"I'm just hiding things here, you just want to occupy someone's house, so you are a thief, or a big thief."

Hearing her words, Luo Mingzhang smiled helplessly:

"Looks like a misunderstanding, girl, this is really my home."

He knew that this room had been unoccupied for a long time, and in this case, it was normal for someone to put something in it.

The girl was stunned.

The young man in front of him didn't look like he was lying......

"Oh, I know who you are."

She suddenly let out a scream, as if she remembered something.

Qishui Town is not big, and there is nothing new in normal times.

There is a family who can't afford to raise a child and leaves him at the gate of the Taoist temple, and such a thing will be circulated among the residents for a long time as a talking point.

Even after more than ten years, there are still many people talking about it.

The girl had heard about it in the town, but it didn't occur to her that the child who had been sent away would come back when he grew up.

"Since this is the case, this jar of wine is also hidden by me, and those who see it have a share, let's drink it together."

The girl asked:

"Do you have a bowl or a cup here?"

This leapfrog change made Luo Mingzhang a little unable to react.

"No one has lived here for a long time, where are the bowls and cups?"

As he spoke, something suddenly occurred to him.

He went back to his bedroom and pulled out a water bladder, which was the container he used to drink water when he went out.

"Just use it!"

The two walked out of the house and stood in the courtyard in front of the house, the soft moonlight shining on the girl.

Looking at the girl's side face, Luo Mingzhang asked:

"Why are you hiding wine here?"

"At home, Daddy won't let me drink it."

The girl pouted.

"What I admire the most is a writer like Taibai Xian and Li Qingzhao, just ask me since ancient times, which great writer is not good at drinking?"

The girl carefully lifted the mud seal, and a fragrant smell of wine permeated.

She poured some wine into Luo Mingzhang's water bladder.

Then she picked up the wine jar, touched the water bladder in Luo Mingzhang's hand, and then raised her head and poured a sip.

With such a heroic move, Luo Mingzhang was stunned for a while, he also raised the water bladder, took a sip, and a fragrance of osmanthus bloomed in his mouth.

"How? I made this osmanthus wine myself? ”

The girl looked at Luo Mingzhang and asked.

Her fair face flushed slightly under the influence of alcohol.

Luo Mingzhang nodded.

"It tastes special."

"Of course, I'm a literati, and the wine I drink must be fresh and refined."

The girl looked up triumphantly.

She picked up the jar again and took a sip of wine.

Under the moonlight, Luo Mingzhang saw the overflowing wine, flowing down her smooth neck and seeping into her clothes.

A strange feeling grew in his heart.

At this moment, the girl suddenly looked at her.

"Do you have any paper, Miss Ben will write a poem for you to see."

"Oh, there is...... Yes Wait a minute. ”

Luo Mingzhang hurriedly turned his head away and avoided the girl's gaze.

He turned and went into the room, and in a moment brought out a small wooden stool, on which he laid a piece of paper.

He handed the pen in his hand to the girl.

The girl waved the pen in her hand heroically, and the spring black ink marks were outlined on the coarse linen paper:

【Cinnamon Drunk Shadow Song Clear Stream,】

[The floating light reflects the moon like water. 】

……

After the girl wrote two sentences, she suddenly paused.

"It must be that you haven't drunk enough wine, take another sip."

She poured herself another sip of wine, but the tip of the pen hung on the paper, and still did not fall.

At this moment, a hand reached over, held the pen together, the tip of the pen fell, and wrote:

[Disdain to wave three thousand ink,]

[I only wish to paint incense and point red eyebrows. 】

After a poem was written, the two suddenly realized that their hands were still on the pen together.

The two hands retracted as if they had been electrocuted.

"Oops, oops, damn it, I accidentally drank too much, my face was hot, and if I couldn't get rid of the wine by waiting, I would be miserable."

The girl patted her face and said.

Why did this guy suddenly write these two sentences?

Eyebrow drawing is something that can only be done between husband and wife.

As soon as Luo Mingzhang wanted to explain something, he saw the girl fly out of the yard.

Did it scare her?

She probably won't come back in the future!

He didn't know why he had written those two sentences.

Looking at the girl's back, he felt a little lost.

At this moment, the girl's voice came from under the night sky:

"Seal the rest of the wine and I'll come back in a few days......"