Unknowingly, I have been in this town for more than a year.
I walked to this nameless town. Perhaps due to some mysterious providence, I heard the long melody and decided to stay here.
As if he was possessed by a demon, he never wanted to leave. However, there were many things before and after him, but they were all forgotten, perhaps because the opportunity to leave had not yet come.
When you stay here, you will find that it rains so much. It rains half of the time in a day. Fortunately, the rain is not heavy, and it does not affect your mood.
It was raining for a while today, so I sat in front of the wine vat, watched the familiar figure walk into the pavilion, took out the guqin, sat down gently, and started singing alone.[
Over the past year, at this time, the girl would go to the pavilion to sing, and leave quickly after the song. In recent months, the girl seemed to have discovered this newly opened wine shop, and her eyes would always turn to it.
One glance.
The general impression is that the wine brewed in this wine shop is very fragrant, and most of the neighbors are used to this young man who has a gentle temperament, but is actually cold. The business of the wine shop has always been so cold, but it is enough to make the old man selling coffins envious.
Liquor shops are mostly patronized by rich men. Although it is rare to sell a jar of wine on weekdays, once it is sold, it will be equal to the money he earns from selling coffins for more than half a year.
Over the past year, Su Fan had become quite familiar with the old man, and they could chat over wine on weekdays. Most of them talked about family affairs, and more in-depth gossip about the market that the old man had found out.
From a time when the old man was drunk, Su Fan learned that the old man's surname was Zhou, and he was originally a carpenter. It was quite profitable to make furniture in the past few years, but later the concubine of a certain official family was killed on the furniture made by Zhou.
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So they added ominous words to the furniture made by Old Zhou. When the rumors spread, Old Zhou's furniture store could no longer open. Later, he had to make coffins to barely make ends meet.
Su Fan, who was leaning on a chair and drinking alone, suddenly showed a smile, then gently unbuttoned his collar, stood up slowly, and smiled lightly.
"Lao Zhou is not alive today?" Su Fan asked softly.
Lao Zhou walked into the wine shop swinging a cattail leaf fan, shook his head bitterly, and sighed: "In recent years, fewer people have died, but more people have been born. It is really difficult to sell coffins."
I accidentally glanced at the coffin shop that was isolated in the surrounding market. There were only walls around it and no other shops, so it looked very deserted. Pedestrians passing by often looked at the shop from a distance, for fear that someone might accidentally get too close and be contaminated.
filthy.
The blue bricks and old tiles were made of blue bricks. Due to frequent rains, the stone steps in front of the shop looked extremely smooth. There were faint pits made by raindrops on the bluestones, and grass actually grew.
Lao Zhou consciously poured a glass of wine, which was prepared for him by Su Fan, so both parties were very casual. After a long silence, the music from the pavilion where his eyes touched gradually stopped.
A sigh came from deep in his heart, then he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, laughing and saying: "Old Zhou, what do you think of my wine?"
He did not directly answer Su Fan's words, but picked up the wine glass again and drank it all in one gulp, even reluctant to let out a few drops of wine on the edge of the wine glass, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You've been asking this nonsense for more than a year, and you still want to ask." As he spoke, Lao Zhou took out a peanut he didn't know where he got from his sleeve, pushed it aside, and continued: "Ask you about this wine.
How to brew it, you won’t tell me.”
Su Fan just smiled and looked at the girl holding an umbrella on the pavilion and walking away quickly without saying a word.
"I heard that the girl lived in a ruined temple outside the city. She was very pitiful. There were also rich men who wanted to marry her as their concubine, but she always refused."
Lao Zhou ate peanuts and kept talking.
Su Fan also listened half-heartedly, waving the paper fan while trying to sleep. Such a lukewarm weather really made people fall asleep.[
Lao Zhou didn't care at all. He drank in silence and peeled the peanuts that he could never finish. He seemed to have a lot on his mind.
Many times, Su Fan would have the illusion that Lao Zhou was a big shot, because he could not see anything through his deep eyes. However, whenever Lao Zhou got drunk, he had to admit that he was really just an ordinary person.
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In the end, I had to conclude that it was due to the years that I had naturally developed a skin that was indifferent to favors and humiliations. I was really miserable in my heart, but I didn't want to say it out and make people laugh.
He glanced at the drunken old Zhou, mumbling words such as money, madam, and little beauty, and smiled bitterly. After all, people in the world cannot escape the fetters of the world.
After a pause, he stood up, helped Lao Zhou up and walked into the shop with the opposite door. This was not the first time, so he seemed to be familiar with the road.
Lao Zhou felt relieved and handed over his drunken self to Su Fan. He didn't care that it was still in someone else's shop, so he fell asleep. Then, holding on to Su Fan, he staggered into the dark coffin shop.
There are very few sunny days in the town, and the coffin shop happens to be in the shade, so the accumulated wet wood always gives off a rotten smell.
Lao Zhou's bed was in the shop, and it was said that there was a back garden. Lao Zhou didn't want to stay alone because he didn't want to live there. He just lived in the shop, and usually fell asleep when he was drunk.
Ignoring Lao Zhou's muttering, he put him on the bed. There was a wooden box under his head. Hearing that Lao Zhou said it was a tool used by carpenters, Su Fan didn't pay much attention.
It was really uncomfortable to sleep with a wooden box as your pillow. Looking at the old old Zhou Sufan, he couldn't bear it. He offered to pay him several times to replace it with a softer one, but he refused.
The wine shop's business wasn't very good, so he still had free time to sit in the coffin shop and rest. Lao Zhou's craftsmanship was exquisite, and it couldn't be compared to the carpenters of temples outside the region, but he was still highly accomplished among mortals.
Each of the small tables and stools looks very friendly, and you can vaguely feel that there are some patterns among them, but you can't see it when you think about it carefully.
There were several wooden figures placed on the small table, one of which was painted and was an old man wearing linen clothes. The old man's eyes were slightly cloudy, as if he was tired of everything, but when he looked closely, he also found that there seemed to be something wrong.
Out of curiosity, I took a closer look and felt dizzy. I endured the discomfort and looked again, but my blood boiled in my chest and I couldn't calm down.
He had no choice but to withdraw his gaze, and gradually regained his composure, but the curiosity in his heart became more and more intense. He couldn't understand the strangeness of the wooden man, and it was difficult for him to calm down the doubts in his heart.
Looking again, the wooden figure was placed on the table plainly. It was extremely normal, and there was no discomfort at all. Then he looked at Lao Zhou who was lying on the bed mumbling, still sleeping.
In desperation, he had no choice but to get up and close the door for Lao Zhou before entering the wine shop.
Before arriving at the wine shop, I heard bursts of noise. I looked over with my spiritual mind and found that there was some dispute happening near the pavilion, and many people were watching.
Things like this will happen after a while. It usually happens when some dandy hurts ordinary people, but refuses to apologize. Later, the evil person complains first, which causes bursts of sighs.
"Don't sing."
Su Fan, who was about to walk into the shop, paused slightly when the light voice came into his ears. He frowned slightly and turned towards the crowd, with a hint of imperceptible anger on his face.
In the crowd, a young man dressed in luxurious clothes was laughing and pulling on a woman, and said nonchalantly: "Master, I asked you to sing a song to give you face." [
Through the narration from the good people, the identity of this person gradually became clear. This young man is a son of an official. I heard that there was a woman singing very nice music near the pavilion. I came here today to prepare to listen, but unexpectedly the woman was already singing.
He is about to leave.
The young man felt that it was difficult to deal with his situation, so he forced Tao'er to sing a song. Unexpectedly, Tao'er also had a strong temper and refused to sing.
At this time, the crowd of onlookers was getting bigger and bigger. The so-called words are terrible, and there were many people who lamented the young man. They accused him of bullying weak women. There were also many people who knew the young man's identity and quickly left after looking at him from a distance.
go.
The young man looked at the crowd nonchalantly, and then started to touch Tao'er's little face. Although Tao'er was not stunning, she still had the feeling of a young lady, very pretty.
At this moment, she was about to be young and thin, her face turned slightly red, her eyes were so red that she almost shed tears, but she always held back her tears and refused to cry, which attracted many compliments.
Suddenly, the young man's hand holding Tao'er's hand suddenly let go. He looked around in surprise, not knowing what was going on, and then a domineering spiritual thought rushed into his mind.
"Leave here within three breaths or die."
The young man panicked, looked around, with traces of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, and ran away quickly, arousing curiosity among the onlookers.
Gradually, the crowd of onlookers receded. Taoer quickly put away her luggage in panic and glanced at the man who slowly walked into the wine shop, feeling a little confused.
I just felt that the person was familiar, but I didn't know where the familiarity came from.
Subconsciously walking towards the wine shop, the mellow smell of wine rushed into my heart, and inexplicable sadness invaded my mind. The tears I had held back before could not stop flowing down at this moment.
The young man lay on the rocking chair and shook the paper fan gently. His eyes were slightly closed and he didn't know what he was thinking. He drank one glass after another, as if he would never get drunk.
"My name is Tao'er, Taohua's Tao." Finally unable to bear it any longer, Tao'er said softly.
Su Fan was a little surprised, but he thought of something.
"My name is Han Xiaoyue, cold cold, moony moon." This is how Han Xiaoyue introduced herself that day.
Maybe he had been silent for too long, so Su Fan said with an apologetic smile: "My name is Su Fan, and the song you sing is very nice."
Tao'er was a little happy. Many people said her music was good, but never as good as the young man in front of her said. Anyway, she was very happy, so she smiled unconsciously.
Looking at the smiling girl, Su Fan felt a little embarrassed, and then said calmly: "I just feel like you are like a friend of mine, so..."