The life of a mortal is like a marionette, you have to repeat the life without dreams for all kinds of last resort. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

You may have thought about resisting, but your belly and purse will tell you how powerless such a rebellion is.

What is life for?

Is it just to live to feed and satisfy one's desires, or is it just to pass on one's family lineage and then die like a gust of wind?

Xu Xian didn't know if there was another life in this world, but Xu Xian knew that there was no other life in the Demon Capital City.

For the first time, a desire arose in Xu Xian's heart for the first time, the desire to leave here.

Far away, maybe far away will be a little different.

Another day of lifeless life, this kind of life has made Xu Xian a little numb, perhaps, tonight, he can go to the tavern to have a drink, a glass of anesthetic wine, should be able to make himself sleep more ignorant.

Qiu Niang Tavern.

It's a very small tavern, about the size of two tables, so if you want to drink, you have to lean against the long table outside.

Xu Xian chose this tavern for a reason, firstly, the wine sold here is home-brewed fruit wine, which is cheap; secondly, in a tavern like this, most of the people who come here to drink are women, and they will not meet drunkards; thirdly, Qiu Niang, who sells wine, looks very clean, and the people are very quiet, and they don't talk much.

"A glass of plum wine. ”

For some reason, Xu Xian has a soft spot for green plum wine, and every time he drinks a glass of green plum wine, Xu Xian will feel as if he is drinking with some interesting girl, and he has the illusion that the whole world has become different, and even the daily boring book copying work in the Fanjing Temple Sutra Library has become bearable.

Xu Xian looked at the green plum wine in the wine glass, the fragrance of the green plum made people's hearts sweet, it seemed that all the irritability was swept away with this sour fragrance, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

Qiu Niang looked at Xu Xian who was enjoying herself, and was very happy in her heart, the green plum wine she brewed was not a precious wine, but it was very popular, but no one was like Xu Xian, who could completely taste the charm of the green plum wine she made.

Xu Xian is a special person.

"Would you like another drink?"

Qiu Niang asked softly, as if she was afraid of waking up Xu Xian, who had an aftertaste, and there was still a hint of apology on her face. This made Xu Xian smile, put down the wine glass, and shook his head.

"One glass is enough. Qiu Niang, your green plum wine is very good, but I always feel that there is a trace of charm missing. ”

"Missing a touch of charm?"

Qiu Niang frowned, thinking seriously, but couldn't think of anything.

"Xu Xian, I have exhausted all my heart to make this cup of green plum wine, there should be nothing missing. ”

Qiu Niang's answer made Xu Xian sigh a little, for some reason, his feelings were very sensitive tonight, and this perfect green plum wine was indeed missing a trace of charm. Although it is like this, it is already very good, but without the charm that Xu Xian can't say, it always seems not so perfect.

"Qiu Niang, don't think about it, your green plum wine is the best in the entire Demon Capital City, and it is also the second best green plum wine I have ever drunk, I really want to thank you for your intentions. ”

Qiu Niang was a little embarrassed about Xu Xian's praise.

"You've got a compliment. However, I would like to ask, what is the best plum wine you've ever drunk?"

Xu Xian was about to speak, when a gust of wind suddenly blew outside, followed by lightning and thunder, and a shower of rain came unexpectedly.

This uproaring rain made Xu Xian's spirit flash, and he finally understood what kind of charm was missing from the green plum wine made by Qiu Niang.

It's this rain.

Drinking plum wine on a rainy day is the most perfect.

This sudden thought made Xu Xian feel that this was someone who was very important to him had told him.

Qiu Niang looked at the heavy rain in the sky, a trace of joy rose in her heart, and then looked at Xu Xian, who was stunned, and was a little puzzled.

"Xu Xian, this shower will stop soon, you don't have to worry about going home late. ”

Xu Xian was called back by Qiu Niang's words, looked at Qiu Niang's concern, and smiled apologetically.

"Qiu Niang, I'm not worried about this rain, I'm trying to figure out what kind of charm is missing from your green plum wine. ”

Xu Xian's words made Qiu Niang look surprised.

"What's the charm?"

Xu Xian pushed the wine glass in front of Qiu Niang, shook his head, and did not speak. This made Qiu Niang look at Xu Xian with some disgust, picked up the wine bottle, and poured Xu Xian another glass.

"Didn't you say that one cup is enough, why do you change your attention now?"

Xu Xian still didn't speak, just turned around, looked at the rain in the sky, and casually tasted the green plum wine in the cup. At this time, Xu Xian felt as if he had found another kind of life, a life that he was familiar with, not a life like the walking dead like now.

Qiu Niang looked at Xu Xian, who was complacent, and suddenly understood what Xu Xian said, and there was a trace of charm missing from her green plum wine.

It's this rain.

Drinking plum wine on a rainy day is the most perfect.

This made Qiu Niang pour herself a glass, learn from Xu Xian, look at the boundless rain, and slowly taste the green plum wine.

Sure enough, it was very pleasant.

Suddenly, Qiu Niang felt that her whole soul seemed to be washed away by the rain, and it was a little lighter. This inexplicable feeling, indescribable, is very mysterious, and makes people feel a great joy.

Strange, really weird.

Xu Xian, the scribe in Fanjing Temple, is the most lifeless on weekdays, but at this moment, Qiu Niang was surprised to find that Xu Xian was like being independent of the world, and had an indescribable charm.

Not like mortals.

Somehow, such a word popped up in Qiu Niang's mind, but immediately, Qiu Niang laughed, Xu Xian is not like a mortal, this is the biggest joke. Xu Xian is just like the thousands of mortals in this demon capital city, his whole life is boring and boring, without any color.

If he is not like a mortal, then the people of the entire Demon Capital City are not mortals.

Qiu Niang felt a little ashamed of her inexplicable feeling, so she stopped looking at Xu Xian, tasted the green plum wine in her hand, looked at the vast rain curtain, and hoped that a fairy-like person would appear and save herself from this boring life.

Xu Xian didn't know what Qiu Niang thought behind him, but Xu Xian had a kind of realization that he should have met a girl who could turn a glass of green plum wine into a light rain, and this girl must be an interesting person.

Xu Xian didn't feel that he was daydreaming with this idea, and he didn't feel that he was whimsical just because he was just a copyist in the Fanjing Temple Sutra Library.

Xu Xian just felt that he lacked an opportunity to change, and the life in front of him was not the life he wanted.

Perhaps, the distance is where you should go.

What will be behind this vast rain curtain?

Xu Xian didn't know, but in Xu Xian's imagination, there must be grass, flowers, fish, birds, wine, suqin, swords and poetry books, but most importantly, there must be an interesting girl there. (To be continued.) )