In the courtyard of the house, there is a small persimmon tree.

The branches are heavily hung down by the fruit, and the persimmon tree is more than one zhang high. Oval branches and leaves, the back of the leaves is hairy. It occupies a corner of this courtyard and falls beside the small pond of the house.

Originally, the size of the courtyard was not much, and when the leaves were scattered, a lot of thick branches were cut off, leaving a few as thick as a thumb. The old woman was very enthusiastic, and she pulled down a few persimmons with one hand, which were very flat, but the surroundings were very round.

She held the persimmon, picked up the melon scoop and took out the water from the large vat with lotus leaves and texts, and rinsed it carefully.

The persimmon is already ripe through, and with such a cleaning, it has some more attractive color.

With a smile on her face, she said, "Home-grown persimmons." This October is the ripe season, and the temperature is a little unbearable. In my family, I will drink persimmons. If you don't drink two glasses of wine, it will be a little difficult to fall asleep. ”

The storyteller was a little surprised, and hurriedly said, "Don't drink." ”

I only heard the sound of a wine glass falling to the ground in the house, and an old man wearing a narrow-sleeved long-to-mouth shirt with a flushed face sat on the ground. His mouth was still smoky and said, "When I drink, I drink to my heart's content." Today, I just don't drink well, and I want my son to drink with me. Don't say much, persimmons are good for wine. ”

Without saying a word, the storyteller crossed the threshold, grabbed the old man's back, and slapped it with one palm, and the old man who slapped this chapter spit out red wine in his mouth. A piece of the ground was chewed badly by the old man and spit it out. With big eyes, he said with a smile:

"Why don't you bring a decent daughter-in-law and let me enjoy my family. ”

The old woman also had nothing to say about it, and asked why the storyteller was like this?

The storyteller said: "Persimmons can't be enjoyed with wine, and they are not very good for the body. ”

The old woman was very surprised, how many times did she not see the old man lying on the table all of a sudden and couldn't get up. This time it was sex, and I picked up the wine bowl and poured a bowl when I felt a little uncomfortable. When he gets old, he won't let him drink more.

The old man was taken by the old woman to wash his face, wash off the red on his face, and sit under the persimmon tree.

The cool breeze sobered the old man up a lot, and a small bamboo chair large enough to accommodate his bloated body happened to be ground down to a thin half under his buttocks. If you sit a few more times, it's a clear story.

I was thinking about it, and I only heard a squeak.

The old man missed the small days under the persimmon tree too much, and he had been enjoying the blessings for a long time, so he sat on the bamboo chair with a hole. The old man opened his eyes, squinted twice, and realized that there was a guest, and said, "If a guest comes, I will go to the miscellaneous restaurant to get some food and come back." I'm going to have some drinks with them. ”

The old woman was embarrassed, so she went to the miscellaneous house.

The old man looked at the two of them, the storyteller with the sword on his back, and the storyteller with the bookshelf on his back.

"Are you going to go to Beijing to take the exam, it's not time yet. ”

Li Shuishan said: "No, I just love to read. But we do have to go to the capital. ”

"If you go to the capital, it's better to be careful. There are too many thieves on the road. If one day you are not careful, you will be hijacked and leave no family property. Men still have a glimmer of life, while women can only resign themselves to fate. ”

"My life is naturally in our hands, how can it be taken by thieves. The storyteller patted the sword on his back, but he didn't know that Li Shuishan's sleeve still had a short sword that killed people. This short sword is very sharp. If you're not careful, you'll cut through your skin, revealing a large patch of flesh.

The old man, who heard this, looked at the storyteller.

The storyteller is not young, but he does not look as old as the old man in front of him. He has only small half-white hair, and he is not dressed as neatly as young people, but he has a bad problem and does not like to change clothes.

Although Li Shuishan also only brought a change of clothes, one day he was scratched by something, he only had to endure the cold, which made the family look like a flower child.

However, he still thought in his heart that the storyteller's craft of juggling, if he learned it, he would not have to worry about money.

He smiled.

The old man was a bitter gourd face, and said to the two with a smile: "When I was young, I was also a famous little reckless man in this place. Because I have a bad temper and have a little land at home, I can collect rent to get by. It was arrogant, and a big man with a knife chopped off a finger by a big man with a knife. ”

Seeing him stretch out his empty little finger, he continued: "Although it doesn't affect my life, my heart is extremely unbalanced, but I just can't beat the big man with a knife." I was so angry that I sold all my possessions. I bought a place to live and made an appointment with the man.

It turned out that I was not a martial arts practitioner after all, but I just had some strength in my hands. He wasted the tendon in my right hand, but my parents still found someone to help me get it back. I won't stir things up after that. ”

"I inquired and found out, he was the king of the mountain, and he was pushed down the mountain by the two kings of the mountain. Eventually, the wanderer came here and fell behind. ”

Li Shuishan was also very curious about which mountain the king of this was, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that there must be something extraordinary about people who practice martial arts.

The storyteller nodded, "There is some truth in what you said, but like me, I won't offend them easily, but if we have intentions, we won't stand by and be at their mercy." Although the sword behind me is not mine, but dancing the sword and making the gun, my old bone can still be. ”

When the old man saw it, it was no wonder that the old woman would invite him in, there must be some reason, and the villain who ate the heart of the bear and the gall of the leopard did not dare to come to this place.

"Old man, who is that man?"

"That man is the lord of the city. ”

Li Shuishan heard this, "City Lord, isn't that Langbai's father." There was a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

......

The old woman bought a few famous dishes in Qingshui City, Shuipo meat, spicy tofu, and a vegetarian meal to eat. Although it is a small dish from a small restaurant, the fragrance is very strong.

This time, the old man wanted to have a full meal with the two of them.

The old woman persuaded the old man to stop drinking, but he was glared at by his big eyes. After that, the storyteller asked the old man to drink only half a bowl with him, and there were two taels of wine in half a bowl, which was quite a lot.

The old man was a little unhappy, because Li Shuishan was a young man, and he looked like no more than twenty. He just has such a habit, and he wants to fight with his juniors.

Under this kind invitation, Li Shuishan had no choice but to hold the bowl, lower the wine bowl and touch the old man.

Grunt.

The sound of wine in his throat made the old man feel more and more that Li Shuishan must be a person who can drink in the future.

This half bowl is over, and before the bowl is touched by the storyteller, another half bowl is poured.

As a result, half of the bowl still touched Li Shuishan's bowl, but the old man still didn't see his sleepy appearance, and said:

"I've never seen anyone your age who isn't drunk, and this bowl of wine seems to be an appetizer for you. ”

This time, it was useless to persuade the old man, I saw him find a closed jar of wine hidden under the bed, and the wine jar was half of the mouth open, tied with a red string, which was a kind of old soil, said that when the founding of the country, the ancestors closed it, and also left a jar of apricot blossom imprint wine jar.

When I saw the apricot blossom mark, I remembered the small sword of the peony flower in the sleeve.

But there is no connection between the two.

When drinking, the old man did not allow the old woman to be present, for fear that he would nag a few more words, so that he and himself would drink and vomit out as if they had just now.

The old woman went to cook rice and brought three bowls of white rice to the house.

Then he sat on the threshold of the doorway, and glanced at the three people who were drinking in the room for a while, but did not say anything.

As soon as he smelled the aroma of rice, he remembered a familiar scene, and after two bites, the old man and the storyteller started drinking.

At this time, there is no feeling of restraint at all, and you can drink as much as you want. Although the storyteller was drinking, his eyes were always looking at the old man from time to time, and he finished drinking.

When you see that he is okay, you give up.

The old man drank wine, drank a little too much, and said a few words in his heart: "When I look at you as a young man, I think of my uncompetitive child, who is now in his thirties, but he is idle all day long, and he also loves to match himself. His mother and I have been raising him for decades now, and for better or worse, they have not made him suffer any more, but have instead encouraged him to think badly. ”

"I used to have a few acres of good land, and now I have this left, which is to pay him the consequences of doing bad things. ”

"If I hadn't been there and let him go, it wouldn't have been like this. ”

As the old man spoke, he took a sip of wine, and one sip was half a bowl.

Li Shuishan drank with the old man several times, but the more he drank, the more sober he became, but he felt that his whole body was full of energy. It's like wine has a great relationship with him.

The storyteller frowned at his experience.

After the old woman is full.

Sitting under the persimmon tree, riding the autumn mood, rocking the bamboo chair.

She fell asleep gently, she couldn't wait for the time to drink and talk inside, not because of the cool weather, with sleepiness.

It's that he waited a little too eagerly for his son.

"He hasn't been back for dozens of days. ”

"After looking for the whole city, he sat in the 'Flower Appreciation Realm', holding the beautiful woman, and there was the son of the city lord behind him, Langbai. These people are all mixed together with one love. ”

The old man's words touched Li Shuishan, and the name of this wave of white suddenly hit the heart of Xiaoyun in the painting. The shower falls to the ground, and people walk forward. Three mountains see one person, and the fate is perfect. Besides, one of the people who killed Xiaoyun must have something to do with her.

No one can control Li Shuishan's group, but he just pursued this matter and wanted to give himself and Xiaoyun who was sealed in the picture scroll an explanation.

......

At the door, there was a knock.

The old woman in the flower dress got up to open the door, and shouted, "Is it a baby?"

She walked with a limp, because she had been sitting for a long time, and she was not used to this sudden stride.

With a squeak, there was a familiar face standing at the door, but this person made Li Shuishan's calm mood ripple. The man said, "Are you still thinking about your baby?"

"I came to see Lao Yu today, and I mentioned a fish by the way. He smiled, the wrinkles on his face reaching the corners of his eyes.

Li Shuishan muttered, "The old man holding the boat?"