The wine shop is not big, except for three or four tables and seven or eight wooden benches placed outside, and the inside of the house is the so-called two, so simple that you can spend ten taels of silver to dismantle it, and then you can immediately set up a private room in good condition. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Young Master Duanmu and his classmates entered one of the boxes, and the sharp-eyed proprietress immediately put the best old wine in two large jars as if she didn't need money, and looked, it should be ten catties per jar.

The owner of the wine shop was not to be outdone, hot and cold, seven or eight plates of rushing water quickly and neatly moved to the table, and the entire table of eight immortals was filled at once, and the two couples nodded vigorously, and politely said that there is anything needed Although they said, they are watching and listening to all directions, and can listen to the demands of the guests at any time and make a satisfactory answer to the guests in the fastest time.

Listening to this, Meng couldn't help but wonder, how could the language style of the two couples be the same as the people in certain positions in their previous lives? Could it be that the social atmosphere also has a habit of continuation?

He wanted to say: Boss, the people from outside, they seem to have come earlier than us, why have their demands not been resolved in time, is it because their clothing is inferior in quality?

However, although the boss and his wife left the first guests aside, no one objected.

Hey, first respect Luo Yi and then respect people, to which era is the existence of truth, but most people have silently accepted it, and over time, they have formed a kind of self-positioning inferiority servility, as if, they should be in this position and spend their lives.

Meng sighed silently, he is not a god, so he can't come up with a magic weapon to save the distortion of human nature. In the end, he had no choice but to dry the wine directly when Young Master Duanmu poured a bowl of wine. Young Master Duanmu didn't say anything, he kept pouring wine silently, and then touched the bowl with classmate Meng and drank. Wine over three rounds of food over five flavors.

Young Master Duanmu's tongue seemed to be in a small knot, a little unfavorable, "San Shao, believe it or not, I don't drink much, and the people who drink with me can be counted in a slap." Meng was stunned: "Duanmu, don't you think that these two jars of wine will make me drink, right? Although men are not drunk, there is no chance to deceive, I can tell you, I will not be deceived if you don't tell me how you deceived me." ”

"Hehe-" Young Master Duanmu was very disdainful, "Cut, I told you everything, and I deceived a hair!"

Meng said, "Then you won't lie to me." ”

Young Master Duanmu sighed: "Third Shao, if I say that I pulled you to drink in order to tell you a story, do you believe it?"

Meng looked at him, and then nodded: "I believe it." ”

Young Master Duanmu stared at him and said, "Why?"

Meng sighed softly: "Many people think that the most beautiful thing is to hug a beautiful woman and listen to music while drinking wine. As for me, the most enjoyable thing is listening to other people's sad stories while drinking. ”

Young Master Duanmu suddenly felt that it was a fatal pain to discuss life with a person who was out of touch with society. His eyes couldn't help but overflow with sadness and sadness. Said angrily: "It's okay to give some love to the world." ”

Classmate Meng sneered: "Genghis Khan said back then that the greatest happiness in his life is to cut off the enemy's neck and sleep with the enemy's wife. My requirements are very low, I just like to hear other people's sad stories. Besides, you can never argue with it, and listening to other people's sad stories is usually much more enjoyable than telling sad stories yourself. ”

Young Master Duanmu had to admit that in the field of sad stories, it is estimated that those who listen to it are happier than those who say it.

"Okay," Young Master Duanmu said softly, "I'll tell you a sad story to make you happy." ”

It was a snowy winter dusk.

The top of a mountain.

A young man, covered in blood, got up among the seven or eight corpses, and then, dragging his sword and dragging his bloody steps, staggered through the snow with difficulty. Between heaven and earth, it was very quiet, as if all life had been extinguished, only the endless white snow and the dead branches of the old trees wrapped in snow.

The young man looked up, and the sunset that was about to end was reflected on his face, his face gradually diffused with despair and despair, and he whispered softly: "Could it be that this is where I am buried, haha-"

He couldn't help but laugh at himself, a dignified son of a noble family, actually, for a dusty woman, he was jealous of others and even fought for life and death, but now, when he was about to die here, as the protagonist of the matter, that woman disappeared like air!

Despair, unwillingness and helplessness, melancholy, drained all his strength, and suddenly fell headlong, and his whole head was buried deep in the snowdrift.

He didn't die, though.

When he came to his senses, he finally saw the woman who had fought for her life. His infatuation finally moved and shocked her.

Their fingers clasped tightly, and at this moment, they made a covenant of love.

He told her apologetically that his status was special and that he was likely to make her suffer a lot of grievances.

She said that she knew that she could not enter the great family in a grand manner, she said that she could be in a certain place, silently waiting for him, she said, as long as there is a place he cares about, there is love, love is home, where is home, it doesn't matter.

The young man ransomed the woman, the woman sailed all the sails, washed all the lead, and was hidden by the young man in a corner of the golden house, enjoying the nourishment of love and the sweetness of love.

Mo Dao **** is short, and it is always appropriate to spend before the moon.

Happy time, always the footsteps are so hurried, too late, take a happy face, smell a happy charm, three years of hurried parting.

The boy was arranged by the family to enter the family business empire to learn business operations.

Because of the intensive arrangement of work, teenagers gradually go to women's places less often.

On this day, I went on a business trip for three months, and when I went home, I hurried to the woman's place with excitement and anticipation.

However, what awaits him is something that he will regret for the rest of his life!

When a woman's room was knocked open, the first person to come out was not a woman, but a man!

According to the boy's temper, he could, and could, cut a man into eighteen pieces in one second.

However, he didn't move, just quietly and coldly looked at the woman who appeared next.

She tried to explain: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry....."

I'm sorry? Hehe, in this world, if a word of "I'm sorry" can heal all the soul wounds, what do you need a neurologist for? The young man turned around silently.

In life, there are some things that can be explained, and some things that can never be explained.

The woman burst into tears, stalked and said: My original professional habit is to receive several men every day, since I have been with you, although I have been with you, I have actually been very hard, but I am strong and hard. You've been gone for months, I, I'm hard to control, so, so, just ..... Finish!

The young man carried the woman on his back, slowly raised his palm, and when the woman thought that he was going to kill her and was terrified, suddenly, "pop", he slapped himself hard, and then, without saying a word, jumped on the already exhausted horse, and left silently and slowly.

The woman held on to the door frame and cried "wow".

A year later, when the boy thought that he had completely forgotten the woman who had broken his heart, one day, at a banquet for merchants, he heard the astonishing news: the woman was sick, and she was terminally ill.

At that time, he was thousands of miles away.

The feast had just begun, and he left his distinguished merchants, got on his horse, and traveled day and night, wearing the stars and the moon, to the woman's place.

It was the season of maple leaves.

The woman, because of excessive indulgence, suffers from a terminal illness.

What the boy saw was a woman's indifferent tombstone.

On the tombstone, there are a few blood-red maple leaves.

The young man was in front of the tombstone, stunned for a long time, his slender eyes slowly left a line of tears, and he whispered softly: "If you say that there is love, there will be a home?"

The long wind is like crying, and the drunken is a song.

A light of sake, in the burning maple leaves, sprinkled, a little, the song of love....