The young man who was stopped suddenly smiled and said, "What's wrong?"
"Is that so? Isn't this the Osmanthus Wine Festival?" Ye Wu asked.
The young man immediately responded with a bright smile and said: "Yes, we hold the Osmanthus Wine Festival every year! This is a specialty of our place."
"Then why is there no osmanthus wine?" Ye Wu asked doubtfully, "Do I need to go somewhere to buy it?"
The young man smiled even brighter.
"Yes, we hold it every year, and it's really lively."
Ye Wu was stunned for a moment, pondering over this sentence for a long time, and determined that it was not a problem with his understanding, but that this sentence was really not an answer to the question he just asked, but something he didn't want to do at all.
"I mean, where is your osmanthus wine?"
The young man was still smiling and said: "The Osmanthus Wine Festival is held every year. Are you from outside? Have fun!"
Ye Wu looked at him confused.
He turned and pointed at himself and said, "Excuse me, what is the question I just asked?"
Ye Lin and Tingting also looked at this young man and felt strange.
"It seems like he is deliberately avoiding it, but it doesn't look like..."
Ye had no choice but to find someone else.
"Auntie, where can you buy the osmanthus wine here?"
The aunt who was pulled turned her head with a bright smile.
"What?"
"Where can I buy osmanthus wine?" Ye Wu asked again.
"Osmanthus, osmanthus is very beautiful. It is the guardian tree here. Every child born must be baptized under the osmanthus."
Ye Wu was stunned by this erroneous answer.
"I mean, osmanthus wine, osmanthus wine, do you understand?"
The aunt shook her head, smiled and patted him.
"Hey, you foreign guests are having fun. Auntie has some things to do, so remember to have fun!"
Ye Wu didn't believe in this evil, so he looked for several people and found that this was the case.
Doubts suddenly arose in several people's minds.
They wandered around the streets and finally saw a tavern in a street with the word "wine" clearly written on it.
Ye Wu's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward and walked in.
There was only one person in the tavern, an uncle, who was sitting on the ground and drinking heavily.
Ye Wu was stunned.
Because the uncle's face was full of sadness, and he rarely saw such an expression.
It's as sad as losing the whole world.
He scratched his head and heard the lively sounds of people outside. He could also hear a lot of hearty laughter, which seemed out of place here.
"How strange!" Ye Wu said, "Look, that person has been drinking by himself and looks very sad."
Ye Lin and Tingting followed his line of sight, and then looked at each other with confusion and uncertainty in their eyes.
"Where is there anyone?"
All they saw was an empty tavern with no one around.
Ye Wu also gave them a strange look and pointed at the uncle.
"Well, there is an uncle drinking on the ground at the top of the stairs!"
Ye Lin and Tingting looked intently again, but still found nothing.
It wasn't that they suspected that Ye Wu was lying to them or that he was mistaken, but they were worried about whether there was any danger?
Seeing this, Ye Wu touched his chin in confusion, and then walked forward.
He walked up to the uncle, but the uncle didn't even see him.
"Why are you drinking alone?" Ye Wu asked curiously.
After hearing this, the uncle finally raised his eyes and looked at Ye Wu. He looked very embarrassed with his unshaven beard.
A pair of amber eyes made Ye Wuduo look at him twice, but his eyes were empty and lifeless.
"Because I'm the only one left."
The uncle's voice was hoarse as he spoke and took another sip of wine.
There were three jars of wine in front of him, two of which were empty. Ye Wu looked at him and then at the wine.
The wine is light golden and transparent, with a light fragrance, not like wine, but like osmanthus tea.
Ye Wu looked at the uncle who couldn't hide his sadness, found a quilt and poured a glass of wine.
"Then I'll accompany you, so you're two people."
He just thought that the uncle was sitting here alone, so there was no one to accompany him.
after all……
He glanced at Ye Lin and Tingting, who were looking at him with furrowed brows.
It seems they can't see the uncle...
Ye Wu thought that the uncle must be some kind of ghost, so others couldn't see him, which would be really sad.
After he dies, he can only drink by himself, and no one can see him yet. Since he can see it, there should be no problem in talking, right?
After all, the uncle doesn't look like a dangerous person.
I guess he was a poor person in life, and only drank here alone after death. No wonder he looked like he had been abandoned by the world. It was so miserable.
It stands to reason that mortals will go directly to the ghost world after death. I don’t know if the uncle is bound here. It’s too miserable.
Ye Wu sniffed the wine in the cup, and then took a small sip. After all, the uncle didn't seem to be a human being, so he still had to be careful.
sweet.
It's not poisonous either.
Ye Wu's eyes lit up and he drank all the wine in the glass.
After just one glass of wine, his mind started to become confused.
The wine didn't taste very strong, but it was very strong, and the speed of the drink was beyond Ye Wu's imagination.
His whole body became dazed and confused. He even forgot that he was going to accompany this uncle. His eyes went straight and he almost fell down.
"belch……"
He turned to look at the uncle next to him and burped.
"You, who are you...who are you?"
The uncle drank by himself and did not answer his words.
"Hiccup~ This is osmanthus wine, bar? It tastes good... I, I remember that I seemed to be... looking for someone..."
Ye Wu spoke incoherently, speaking words that he didn't know what he was talking about. His voice was intermittent, as if he would fall asleep at any time.
"It seems, it has something to do with alcohol..."
He glanced around blankly, only to become even more dizzy.
"Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree...osmanthus wine, wine, people...oh, what the Thousand City or Ten Thousand City Hiccups!"
A silly smile appeared on Ye Wu's face, and he slumped at the stairs.
"Hiccup~ I said yes, I said I come every year... and I want to come on August 15th..."
"smell good……"
He smelled the smell in the air, as if he was lying on a cloud, surrounded by blooming osmanthus flowers.
He raised his hand and grabbed a handful, then put it into his mouth with a smile.
"Osmanthus sugar, delicious..."
The uncle stopped drinking. His messy hair covered almost half of his face, and his messy beard made it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Only the sad aura can't be ignored.
He glanced at Ye Wu and then took another sip of wine.