87 【Alcohol solves thousands of worries and adds more worries】
Even before dusk arrived, the streets were already bustling with activity. Vendors were shouting, pedestrians were bargaining, madams were holding customers enthusiastically, and warblers were covering their mouths and whispering in front of the windows.
, smiled sweetly.
But this excitement is theirs, not mine.
Fu Donglou and I once walked this street. At that time, the spring flowers had not yet bloomed, we had not made an agreement, and love had not yet come. Now we have everything. Of course, there is also a sadness in my heart.
"Girl, come and take a look at the treasures of our 'Stone Story'. These are all new products with good quality and good prices. They are not only used to visit relatives and friends, they are also suitable for dating or breaking up.
That’s right, whoever buys it will know, Beier has face!”
The stall that used to sell stones has expanded, but the stall owner has been replaced by a young man. I said to him curiously: "I vaguely remember that the person who sold stones here before was not you."
The young man scratched his head and smiled stupidly, "Girl, you don't know, I am the new employee of 'The Story of the Stone', and now the business is booming. The boss opened the 'The Story of the Stone' chain stall at the east end of the street, so I let you
I keep an old stall and sell..."
I nodded and asked again: "Are there any heart-shaped stones? How are they sold?"
"No, the stones that are popular nowadays are the twelve zodiac signs, and the heart-shaped ones are no longer popular. Well, but if you really want to buy it, I can only grind it for you...ah!"
As the young man was talking, someone slapped him hard on the back of his head. Immediately afterwards, the stall owner who impressed me deeply last time pushed the young man away, and said to me with a shy face and a bright smile: "Girl, you can
Don't listen to him. His work is in vain. The newly hired guy is a bit short-sighted. All the stones in our "Stone Story" are the miraculous workmanship of nature. They have been created by thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and dew. The heart-shaped stones are also beautiful.
There really is such a one. Because it is rare, the price is just——"
I interrupted: "Well, how much?"
The stall owner made an outrageous gesture to me to indicate the price, but when he saw that I didn't respond at all, he changed his words again and again, "Oh, girl, don't look like you want to kill someone. Calm down, calm down, we'll pay the price."
This can be discussed further..."
"It doesn't matter, I'm just asking."
Having said that, I turned around and left, because the two pieces of silver left in my pocket were enough to buy a pot of strong wine to warm my heart. I couldn't afford the luxury of falling in love after seeing things.
"Hey, hey, girl..." The stall owner behind me shouted to me for a long time, trying to save me, but unfortunately it ended up being a curse word for me, "Crazy!"
Yes, if Fu Donglou didn't invade my brain, how could my nerves get sick?
…
In the wine shop, Osmanthus fermented rice, Nuerhong, Shaodao wine, and sake all cost eight cents a pot. I took out the money in my pocket, weighed it, and then said to the waiter: "Bring here all your wines."
Take some, mix it into a pot and serve it, here, is the money enough?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, "But... girl, you can easily get drunk if you mix wine with it, and the taste is terrible..."
"It doesn't matter." I wanted to get drunk, and I wanted a bitter taste to replace the taste in my heart.
There were a few gangsters at other tables who kept glancing at me. After I ordered, I looked back at them. Unexpectedly, they made them come towards me.
One of them put his hands in his hands obscenely and said teasingly: "Hey, whose little lady is this? Is she lonely and needs some brothers to take care of her?"
Before I could take action, a sword that could blind people's eyes was placed on the table with a bang - "Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding..." The gangsters kept retreating, retreated to the door, and walked away
run.
I raised my eyes and saw that the person's features were somewhat heroic, with single eyelids, a straight nose, and slightly drooped corners of the mouth that fit perfectly on that fair face.
I didn't say a word, just looked down at the sword and waited for the wine to come, because I seemed to be able to see a trace of indelible turbulence and mania lurking under the man's smooth, mirror-like surface.
There is no one else who can match the legendary Cloud-Slaying Sword, and that is Lian Zheng.
Soon, the waiter brought the wine.
I pretended to take a few sips, and then looked at Lian Zheng who was sitting at the table, "Although the wine is good, drinking it alone will inevitably lead to sadness. I wonder if the general would like...to drink with me?"
Without waiting for his reply, I handed him the wine bottle and said, "Drink, wine can solve a thousand worries."
Lian Zheng answered quietly: "But it can also add a lot of sorrow."
"Um...yeah." I was speechless.
Lian Zheng's eyes were still indifferent, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry, "I still have an unopened jar of 'Qing Li Zui' in my house, do you want to come?"
The General's Mansion was quiet as if no one was inhabited, only a few oil lamps were left for returning guests.
The sky has completely darkened, and the day is about to pass by in a blur. People often talk about how time waits for no one and how to cherish it, but now I have a lot of time to waste, which is really extremely
Satire.
Lian Zheng poured me some good wine and asked me as if unintentionally, "What kind of life do you want? Cherish fate."
I drank wine and stayed silent.
After sighing, Lian Zheng continued to ask: "Is it something I can't give you?"
After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel miserable. I wanted to speak to comfort him, but when I looked into his eyes, I was speechless and speechless.
While I was drinking, I thought about Fu Donglou. I drank all the wine, so I refilled it with tears.
As for how much Lian Zheng drank, I didn't pay attention to it, because my head was getting heavier and heavier, and my vision was getting blurry. My ability to drink is actually not very good, but fortunately, the wine is surprisingly good. When I'm drunk, it's like
He doesn't talk or pay attention to anyone, just like he's not drunk.
"Why are you crying?"
My body was suddenly restrained, and along with that question, I couldn't answer it, because I looked at the person hanging over me, crazy.
It turned out to be my Fu Donglou. He is the only thing I have left to hope for in this life.
I hooked his neck, kissed his eyelids, and called in a low voice: "East Building..."