Qiuyuefang is located in the southern region of Dajing. There are about three to four hundred households within a few dozen miles. Although there are fewer households, it is still very lively.
People were coming and going in the market. The vendors sitting on the street were shouting and shouting. The old man in the wine shop was serving drinks to people with a smile on his face. The butcher in the butcher shop was stewing bones in an attempt to attract people.
Guests and passers-by walked on the street, sometimes stopping and sometimes chatting.
"Drink."
A pair of black and white soap boots stepped into the wine shop.
The visitor was carrying his hands behind his back, wearing a long green gown, with a handsome face, two strands of hair hanging down his face, and a gourd hanging around his waist.
"Come on..."
Old man Zhang from the wine shop agreed, and then hurried over.
After seeing the visitor, Old Man Zhang paused.
Chen Changsheng smiled slightly, and then handed the gourd tied around his waist to the other party.
"you……"
Old Man Zhang's words stopped suddenly, and he suddenly froze and paused on the spot.
Chen Changsheng looked at Old Man Zhang in front of him and said, "Don't you recognize me?"
"certainly……"
Old Man Zhang smacked his lips and said somewhat dullly: "I understand!"
Chen Changsheng said: "Qiuyue Brewing, put a pot first and fill the gourd."
"well."
Old Man Zhang agreed, took the gourd from Chen Changsheng, and then turned around to get some wine, but his expression was a little more fearful than before.
Later, when he was drinking, he was also a little trembling, as if he was afraid that some wine would spill out and make this "Mr. Chen" unhappy.
Chen Changsheng came to the wine shop and sat down, and Old Man Zhang quickly brought up a pot of Qiuyue Brewing.
"Sir, please try it slowly."
Old man Zhang said, his eyes full of respect, but also a little timid.
As if he didn't want to talk to this gentleman any more, Old Man Zhang turned around and went to give him some gourd wine.
Chen Changsheng didn't care, and then poured himself a drink.
The wine went down his throat, and with the March wind blowing into the wine shop, his expression became a little more happy.
His eyes glanced outside the wine shop.
In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed. In the past few decades, Qiuyue Square has become more and more lively.
By the time Old Man Zhang had filled the gourd with wine, the gentleman sitting in the wine shop had already drank half the bottle, and his face was a little flushed.
"Sir, the wine is ready."
"Leave it here."
"Eh."
Old man Zhang put down the gourd and wanted to leave.
Chen Changsheng said, "What are you doing in such a hurry? Sit down and talk."
Old man Zhang paused. Even though he had tens of thousands of reluctances in his heart, he did not dare to disobey this gentleman at this moment.
He sat down carefully, but there was a hint of timidity in his eyes.
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Are you so afraid of me?"
Old man Zhang looked bitter and said, "I'm old now, sir, please don't scare me."
His tone was almost pleading, and he was even more helpless.
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said: "I'm not a monster, and I'm not an evil ghost. Why did I scare you again?"
Old Man Zhang glanced at him, but quickly looked away. He felt uncomfortable all over, and hit his hand on the table, saying: "I first met you when I was sixteen, and it has been more than fifty years now. Dad and Mom.
I have been buried in peace for a long time, and I am in my sixties and seventies, and I am too old to look like..."
He raised his head and continued: "But Mr. Chen, you still look the same as when I saw you when I was sixteen."
"Why am I not afraid of this?"
Old man Zhang lowered his head, not daring to look at this gentleman.
Chen Changsheng took a sip of wine and said, "Look at how cowardly you are."
Old man Zhang was mumbling, as if he wanted to retort, but he didn't think about it, but couldn't say a word for a long time.
"I came to your place not only to drink, but also to drink. When did you see me and wanted to harm you?" Chen Changsheng said.
This is true. Chen Changsheng came once every three years, and it was the same every time. He served a pot and filled a gourd of wine. Sometimes he sat down to chat for a few words, and sometimes he left after drinking.
Old man Zhang recalled many things over the years, and as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and asked the doubts in his heart.
"Then sir, tell me the truth, what exactly are you...?"
His eyes looked at Chen Changsheng, and his expression seemed to be as if he was looking forward to death.
Chen Changsheng felt a little surprised, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Why do you dare to ask again this time?"
Old Man Zhang sighed softly and said, "I'm already very old and I don't have two years left to live. Is there anything else I don't dare to ask?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "I have met you many times, and we are considered old acquaintances. You might as well guess first, what could I be?"
Old man Zhang opened his mouth and said, "I don't dare to guess."
"I don't blame you, I just guessed it." Chen Changsheng said.
Old Man Zhang thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, is he a monster?"
"no."
"ghost?"
"No."
Old Man Zhang sighed, and then asked: "Is that...a god?"
Chen Changsheng still shook his head but did not speak.
In fact, he didn't even know whether it counted.
Old man Zhang looked at him eagerly. It wasn't a monster, a ghost, or a god. What could it be? He really couldn't imagine it.
Chen Changsheng raised his head and looked at him and said, "It's a mayfly."
Old man Zhang paused and asked: "What is ephemera?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
In fact, he is not from here, it was just an accident that sent him here.
And the source of all this lies in an ephemera carving.
During that archeology, after he came into contact with a lifelike ephemera carving, an accident occurred. His eyes suddenly turned dark and he fainted.
When he woke up again, he was here.
There is no opportunity, and there is no fairy to guide you, and unfortunately...
It was as if there was a curse on him.
He can only wake up one day every three years.
It was just like a normal person sleeping, except that he slept for three years, and during those three years, Chen Changsheng was only conscious and awake, but he could not feel his body or see anything.
Can't hear any sound, can only think.
Every time he woke up, when the sun was rising, and when the sun was setting, he would die again.
Like a mayfly.
In his world, it was only eighteen days before he woke up, but in fact fifty-four years had passed in this world.
Just like the old man Zhang in front of me.
When I saw him before, he was still the ignorant young boy. In the blink of an eye, his hair was gray and his steps were staggering.
All of this is like bad luck wrapping around Chen Changsheng.
…
Old man Zhang was full of doubts.
He wanted to ask again, but at this time he lost the courage he had just now. When he felt it again, he found that his back was sweating profusely and his clothes were wet.
I didn't dare to ask any more questions.
In the end, Chen Changsheng did not explain what the so-called 'ephemera' was, and just drank alone.
Old man Zhang just sat like this, not daring to speak anymore.
It was especially silent in the wine shop.
The silence was not broken until Chen Changsheng finished drinking the bottle of wine.
Chen Changsheng asked: "I remember that you never married a wife, so you don't have any children, right?"
"Yes." Old Man Zhang replied.
Chen Changsheng continued: "Don't you want to pass on your wine-making skills?"
Old Man Zhang replied: "Nowadays, the world is getting better. All the younger people in the shop have gone outside, and there are a few who are willing to stay and learn my craft."
"That won't work."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "If you go, I won't be able to drink this Qiuyue Brewing."
Old man Zhang opened his mouth and said, "Aren't you making things difficult for me?"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said.
"I won't embarrass you."
After finishing the wine, he picked up the wine gourd and stood up as if to leave.
The moment Chen Changsheng stood up, Old Man Zhang felt as if a big stone was about to fall to the ground.
Chen Changsheng stepped out of the wine shop with one foot, but suddenly turned back to look at Old Man Zhang.
"I'll come back in three years."
Chen Changsheng said: "Remember to prepare Qiuyue Brewing in advance."
"Eh."
Old Man Zhang quickly agreed and said, "Sir, please go slowly!"
Under his gaze, the gentleman slowly disappeared into the crowd and was no longer seen.
Old man Zhang breathed a long sigh of relief.
After returning to the wine shop, he slumped down and was in a trance for a while, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.