Chongyang, the sky is bright

On Cangtong Mountain, a large bundle of dogwoods staggered all the way down the extremely steep mountain road to the foot of the mountain, leaning on a piece of bluestone for a while, and then gradually fell backwards, revealing a young man with a delicate face, sweating profusely, lying on the dogwood, not too panicked, looking up and squinting with a smile.

The boy works as a helper in a restaurant in a small town.

The town of Chongyang has always had the custom of climbing hand in hand with dogwoods on their backs, so every time Chongyang, teenagers get up early in the morning, enter the mountain and carry a large bundle of dogwoods, put them in front of the restaurant, passers-by take them by themselves, and do not receive a penny, but there is a rule, one person and one branch, not to take more, so I specially found someone to write a notice and posted it next to the door.

Every time he saw someone stretching out his hand, the young man leaned on the door urgently, smiled slightly, and did not make a sound, whether the person came intentionally or not, in the face of such an innocent face, no one took more, but he was happy with the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and repeatedly persuaded him, half a copper coin is not earned, why bother, hard work.

The boy just said happily every time: "Not tired, what a good thing". Then he turned his head and wiped the table, round and round, and wiped it shiny.

For a young man, this is a very good thing in the world

The young man's surname is Su, his name is Chang Mo, his father and mother both passed away six years ago, and this restaurant was originally his family.

The town is just a small place in Lingxuzhou, isolated from the world, few people come, six years ago, a circle of people who fled the famine, caused a plague that said that it was not big, it was not small, and the restaurant was the first business to stop business relief that year, and finally became the only one who started the spirit flag.

Su Changmo was only five years old that year, and the boy's father also moved here when he was young, in the town, without relatives, the huge restaurant, it is definitely impossible to keep it, it is better to change the peace and security for the child, the father gave the restaurant to a friend before his death, that is, the current shopkeeper Lao Crutch, the money restaurant does not need to give the child a penny, just ask for one thing, so that the teenager can grow up healthily. These things, the young man actually heard the gossip of the villagers at a very young age.

So these young people said that they were helpers, but they were not hungry, and in a blink of an eye, they were already eleven years old, and they were getting higher every year.

As the sun rose, the boy shook his shoulders from side to side, held his breath, bent over his knees, and pulled up the large bundle of dogwoods from the ground an inch away. The whole person was buried in the dogwood again, and moved towards the restaurant, and from time to time he thought of a certain place, so he shook his head and laughed dumbly: there must be a lot of drinkers today.

The town is remote, there are not a few people, every New Year's holiday, it is very lively, the location of the restaurant is also good, close to the main street, located in the middle of the town, people who drink are naturally indispensable, and the business is good.

Over the years, the young man has been busy serving wine and serving food every day, and he has to learn to make wine in his spare time, picking flowers and dew, selecting grain and testing water, but he has folded out a set of his own methods, and has practiced the unique job of making wine, in the words of the drinker, it is unique, the flavor is very elegant, and in the words of Uncle Kui, he is talented.

There were very few pedestrians along the way, and the sweat on the young man's forehead was like a bead falling to the ground, and he couldn't care about wiping it, and he got the restaurant from front to back.

Looking left and right, the old uncle should not have gotten up yet, the young man put the dogwood at the door as usual, posted a notice, sat on the threshold, supported his head with both hands, and looked at the street happily, his eyes were distracted......

On the cloudy sky of the town, a man in Tsing Yi with wide clothes and big sleeves was lying on the clouds, staring at the restaurant in the town, sometimes frowning, sometimes pausing, and muttering to himself: "My old arms and legs are not as good as they were back then, these three things are scattered, but it will take my life, no, no, I have to find someone to help...... If it is self-defeating, it will really be hopeless to reach the top! Annoying, really annoying!".

The man spoke, slowly raised his head, looked out of the sky, his expression was serious, Shinto inheritance, the world context, the great road luck, so which one do you want?

"Old Mo, get up so early, did you dream of a big girl yesterday?" A slightly immature but deliberately deep voice came from afar.

Su Changmo didn't reply, just smiled slightly, this voice is unique in our town, Tang Ying, Uncle Tang.

Before the words fell, a young man burst out of the corner, with cloud patterns in white clothes, but his skin was slightly dark, and he sat down on the threshold, but his hand had already slapped Su Changmo's shoulder hard, "Why don't you ignore people, why, kissing the eldest girl and being woken up by the old crutch?" Before the words were finished, the young man himself looked obscene and laughed non-stop.

The young man's surname is Tang Mingying, "the town is very rich", the Tang family is a native of the town, and it is said that the ancestor was a general and expanded the territory.

Later, when I returned to the town, even the local county guard had to give three points, my father opened a blacksmith shop, and my mother opened a noodle shop, not trying to make money, just for fun.

How rich the Tang family is, Su Changmo has heard the wine guests chat, even if the children and grandchildren are all waste, there is room for squandering the eight generations, and the rumors are not known whether they are true or not, but this kid has really never lost in a small fight, not powerful, and really no one dares to fight.

Su Changmo met the bulging black boy at the time when he was seven years old when he first helped in the restaurant, and he was angry with the wine jug to play wine, Su Changmo looked at the similar age and was close, so he took the initiative to take the wine jug, who knew that the black boy scolded and scolded, urging non-stop, Su Changmo's cheeks were red at that time, and before leaving, he threw the silver ingot, and he didn't look for the money, so he turned his head and left.

came and went, the two got acquainted, and in the blink of an eye, it was five years, and Su Changmo became a brother in the young man's mouth, a friend of life and death.

Su Changmo took a handful of dogwood, stuffed it into Tang Ying's arms, and said, "Give Uncle Tang a drink?"

"The old immortal wants to drink it early in the morning, saying that if he doesn't drink it, he can't climb up Cangtong Mountain, delaying today's good day. Tang Ying said that he made a whole dogwood, just eight, no more, no less.

"I wanted to stop it, but the old man encountered something yesterday, and I heard the quarrel with my grandfather in the study from afar, so I didn't open my mouth. Tang Ying leaned his hands on the threshold, and his voice was much lower.

"Don't think too much about it, my uncle will definitely tell you something. Su Changmo pulled the corners of his mouth, and slipped Tang Yingti up as he spoke, "Let's go, let's drink first."

Tang Ying broke open his collar, "Uncle doesn't care about him, why do you love it, but Lao Mo, I still have something to tell you today, do you know---" Before the words fell, the two of them crossed the threshold one step ahead of the two of them, Tang Ying stared at the comer, as if nothing happened, and kept silent.

Su Changmo took two steps forward, beckoned to take a seat, and said with a smile: "What kind of wine do you want today?"

"Today's little sorrow," the man sat down and said with a smile

"Okay" Su Changmo turned around, Tang Ying was already standing behind the counter and unsealing the wine seal.

There are five kinds of wine in the restaurant, not much, but the style is different and the taste is excellent, the brewing method is only known to himself and the old uncle, the former county guard has personally come here to buy a lot of money, and the old uncle did not give a good face.

After a while, the business of the store has been up and down, and it is not very good.

It wasn't until three years ago that the storyteller came to the town, and the first time he came, he had a very loud tone, five kinds of wine, one jar each, and served them together. The people in the tavern were also drinking a little slower that day, most of them with their hands on their sleeves, staring at the storyteller in a Confucian shirt and wearing a Taoist crown.

The old gentleman drank a good amount of wine, drank four jars, and finally jumped on the table and praised the wine in the store: "The world is a little sorrowful, the joy is Xinfeng, the flowers are only Songyue, the sea of bitterness is boundless, the dust is not remembered, life and death are not asked, and it belongs to the eighteen immortals." With that, he fell on the wine table.

Everyone was frightened, only Uncle Kui smiled and whispered on the side: Ya, Daya, damn, this is a talent.

The next day, Uncle Kui printed the words of the storyteller on the back of the wine glass counter in the wine jar, and it was full of wine. The wine altar is no longer flowers, birds, fish, insects and mulberry falls, Xinfeng, Songyue, Xuyu, eighteen immortals, few numbers. It was also from that day that the business of the restaurant was booming, and these words were also passed on by word of mouth among the drinkers, and became the elegant words for ordering wine.

The old gentleman slept in the restaurant that day, and woke up in the evening of the second day, and saw the newly printed wine glass in the store, and sighed vigorously, vulgar, too vulgar, until the old man opened his mouth This is from yesterday's old man's masterpiece, the old gentleman, immediately changed his smiling face, played carefully, and gave the old man a long thumbs up, the discerning eye, the shopkeeper's discernment.

Since then, the old gentleman has stayed in the restaurant and made a living as a storyteller.

Su Changmo returned to the counter after finishing the wine, and the man nodded in thanks, and didn't say anything, just sat there and drank, drinking very slowly.

The man in Tsing Yi came to the restaurant for the first time two days ago, he was handsome and righteous, Su Changmo knew at a glance that it was not an ordinary person, it had to be a person from a big place, and it was not an ordinary big place. This year in the restaurant, I didn't learn anything else, but I saw a lot of people and a lot of things. Eyesight is strong, enough. In the words of the book, the man has a fairy aura.

Su Changmo handed it to the dark boy after finishing the wine, and motioned to go home.

Tang Ying raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't worry, I haven't told you anything yet, besides, I'm giving you a good start today, why don't you still drive people away without thanks?" ”

Su Changmo was speechless for a while, paused for a long time and said, "Okay, as long as you are not afraid of being beaten by your father, you can stay until any time." ”

Su Changmo was stunned, Tang Ying's words were powerless to refute, and it was not the first time he had discovered that every time this kid came, there would always be a few more people in the store.

Just like when they go to dig birds' eggs, no matter how many trees they have failed to return from before, as long as Tang Ying goes up the tree, he will always harvest a lot of money.

A lot of little things, nothing more than that.

The boy was more than half a head lower than Su Changmo, but he was actually only a year younger. Tang Ying stood behind the cabinet and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, seeing that he had no intention of leaving, he snorted coldly, pulled Su Changmo's arm and lowered his voice: "Let's go to the back hall, I really have something to tell you." ”

Su Changmo glanced at the door, there was a newly arrived Xiao Er greeting guests, and it was okay to come, so he turned around and came to the back hall.

Tang Ying looked around nervously, and said with a serious expression: "Old Mo, let me tell you, although I am not sure what I heard, but eight or nine are not far from ten, you don't want to take it seriously." ”

Su Changmo tightened his brows: "Well, you say, I'll listen" Tang Ying in the past, this kind of look is rare.

Tang Ying covered his mouth with one hand: "I'm afraid that these old houses in the town can't be saved, it is said that the mine veins under the town will start construction this year, and the old mansions and officials will take them back, and let people go to the southwest corner of the town to live, where a large area of majestic houses has been built, and those who are willing to sell it are said to have one, a double-storey attic, a high-gate compound, and the scenery is very good. ”

"Okay, let's talk to Uncle Guan tonight," Su Changmo looked up and said.

The young man raised his hand and slapped Su Changmo on the neck: "Are you stupid, I told you that I didn't want you to tell Lao Gui, he has made a lot of money over the years, I am letting you have a plan for yourself, if this restaurant is sold, it will not give you a house, then you will clean up my house, I will ask my father to open a restaurant for us, and we will run it." Su Changmo touched his neck, thoughtful.

Tang Ying pinched his nose, lowered his head a little, and suppressed his throat: "The most important thing is that I heard my father tell my mother that those who are willing to sell the house can still pick up a life, if they don't want to, the ghost knows what will happen in the end, don't be stupid then, if the old crutch is not happy, you roll up the cover and run, let's live together." ”

Su Changmo was stunned and replied in a low voice.

The young man babbled a few words again, and Su Changmo was a little distracted.

Just sent away the boy, a bunch of people came one after another, drinking wine, drinking wine, the restaurant Xiaoer plus Su Changmo four people, has been busy, during which Su Changmo went upstairs to find the old uncle, not in the house, should have gone to the Confucius Temple.

Su Changmo went downstairs with a heavy heart.

Uncle Kui has always been a hands-off shopkeeper, he can come and go when he wants, but he doesn't go anywhere else, only go to the Confucius Temple on Cangtong Mountain, the temple is actually a academy, but it has been abandoned for many years, and there are only six people who watch the door, but there is a book pavilion with a lot of books. Lao Guan likes to play chess with the master in the temple, and every time he can't find anyone in the restaurant, he goes to the temple and is allowed.

The man in Tsing Yi downstairs is still there, and he hasn't added wine, just a small pot, which is not finished yet.

Su Changmo kept saying in his heart: Tang Ying's words must be said to the old uncle quickly, so as not to suffer losses, especially the last few little things that Tang Ying himself may not care about, Su Changmo has been unsettled after hearing it.

"Yesterday after dinner I played chess with my cousin, the Tang family came to a group of people, into the yard, I felt uncomfortable, there are always people staring at themselves, the home suddenly like an ice cellar, the cold is pressing, you can believe it, I actually lost to my cousin in that game of chess! I was dazzled, I saw a pigeon flying home, and it turned into a pile of ashes in the sky inexplicably, damn, it scared Lao Tzu a lot. ”

His cousin's chess skills are not high, and the feeling that Tang Ying said feels gloomy when he listens to it.

Su Changmo was a little upset, and it was inevitable that he would make a mistake, so he didn't pay the bill with wine and stood at the door to greet the guests.

Su Changmo knew about the ore vein.

Three years ago, it was said that the veins were discovered under the town, and since then, there have been many new faces in the closed town, and there has been an endless stream of them for three years.

At first, the residents of the town felt that it was novel, and when there were many more, they became accustomed to it.

It is also for this reason that Su Changmo has seen many characters in the mouth of the storyteller, Confucian scholars, veteran novices, literati and ink writers, and heroes in the green forest. None of this has ever happened before. But the strange thing is that most of these people live for a period of time and leave, and the people who stay behind do not have a livelihood, they just live in the town, occasionally wandering, like the children of the book, but they did not do anything harmful, in the early years, some people in the town sold their houses to these people, and the family moved.

In a trance, it was close to noon, and there were fewer people in the store.

Su Changmo glanced at the dogwood, there is not much left, and I didn't pay attention to it today, I don't know if anyone takes more, and if the passers-by don't have it at home, do they get it.

Shaking his head, the young man lowered his head and picked up three branches, entered the restaurant and put them behind the counter.

Su Changmo glanced at the man, he hadn't left yet, his face was facing the counter, he sat with his eyes closed, Su Changmo took the wine pot and lifted it, and lowered his head to prepare to make a pot of wine.

"Bang", suddenly exploded, Su Changmo was so shocked that he took a few steps back, his back was against the wall, staring at the man in Tsing Yi, his forehead was as fine as beads, the wine pot was broken, the wine lifted to the ground, and the man opposite did not move, but Su Changmo was very sure that at the moment when he just bowed his head, the man's head was separated, with a smile on his face, and he instantly stuck it in front of his face, the tip of his nose to the tip of his nose, looking at each other, and calling "Su Changmo". Su Changmo felt that his liver and gallbladder were broken.

In the Confucius Temple, the chess pieces fell, a "presumptuous", and in the restaurant, the people in Tsing Yi had a light breeze on the tips of their hair.

Su Changmo leaned on the wall with one hand, lifted the curtain with the other, turned around and went to the back hall, slowly squatted against the wall, and slowed down for a long time before he got up, and cursed in his heart What a hell. I really didn't have the strength to scold.

Su Changmo went to the back kitchen, fried green bamboo shoots, eggs, and took the freshly released potpourri cake. Gently lifting the curtain, the man was gone, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, took the dogwood on the counter, walked a little faster, and walked towards the outside of the store.

Daddy's memorial day is also today.

"Su Changmo. ”

The young man who had just walked out of the store turned around, his neck shrank in fright, and the man in Tsing Yi stood next to Zhu Yu with his hands behind his back.

"Something?" Su Changmo's tone was tinged with anger.

The man walked slowly towards the boy, "I'm going to Beishan, are you going?"

Su Changmo was dumbfounded, his brows were tightly locked, and he almost scolded your uncle.

What can I say, can I not go? But who wants to be with you! This man is not a fool, he has only spoken a few words to you, and today he is so inexplicable. Su Changmo kept silent and stood still.

"Aren't you leaving?" the man lowered his head slightly, his eyes sincere.

Su Changmo looked helpless, put the dogwood and food box in his hand on the ground, and rubbed his hands, "Sir, please go first, people in the countryside, not good at words, ascend today, I'm afraid of disturbing Mr. Yaxing." ”

The man smiled and made the same gesture, "It's my first time going, please help lead the way, if there is anything abrupt, I hope you will forgive me." ”

The noon sun, the wide and long street, the green clothes and black coats, one tall and one short, a little merry.

Su Changmo couldn't stand the man who also bent over and didn't get up for a long time, so he could only give up, took the basket of dogwood, and walked towards the north mountain, after the man took three or two steps, side by side with the young man, the two shadows, very short.

The man didn't speak, and Su Changmo didn't speak, the sky was like a dome, and the warm wind was gusting.

The town is outside the world, and there are constantly visitors.