Chen Changsheng took a sip and tasted some differences.
This wine is indeed made from Qiuyue, but the flavor is a bit off.
He asked: "Isn't this wine brewed by your shopkeeper?"
Xiao Liu stepped forward and replied: "Sir, the shopkeeper watched the brewing."
"Is that what you brewed?"
"Forget it."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said: "Are you the disciple of Old Man Zhang?"
Xiaoliu shook his head and said: "The shopkeeper confiscated me as his apprentice. I was picked up by the shopkeeper. I usually work in the wine shop and the shopkeeper takes care of my food."
Chen Changsheng understood in his heart that this old man was quite thoughtful.
"I see."
No wonder Old Man Zhang would keep such a hand.
Xiaoliu asked: "From what you said, sir, it seems that we are old acquaintances with our shopkeeper?"
Chen Changsheng took a sip of wine and said, "That's right. I used to come here often to drink."
Xiaoliu nodded and continued: "Sir, you shouldn't be from Qiuyuefang, right?"
"Is it obvious?"
"It's not obvious. I have been living in Qiuyuefang since I was born. I have seen everyone from the county magistrate to beggars on the streets, big and small, but I have never seen anyone with such extraordinary temperament like you, sir.
That’s why I say that sir is not from Qiuyuefang.”
Chen Changsheng said with a self-deprecating smile: "Temperament? At most, he has a ruffian air."
Xiaoliu blinked and said, "But sir, it's really different."
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and was about to speak.
But I heard an old voice coming from outside.
"Xiao Liu! Come here and get the oil!"
"coming!"
Xiao Liu agreed and said to Chen Changsheng: "Sir, please wait a moment."
Chen Changsheng nodded and stopped talking.
He looked back and saw an old man with gray hair walking in the door of the wine shop. He was limping and seemed to have injured his right foot.
"Shopkeeper, I'll come."
Xiao Liu took the oil jar from the shopkeeper's hand and was about to hug it inside.
Old Man Zhang handed over the oil jar, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar gourd on the counter of the wine shop.
He was slightly startled, and his body trembled as well.
Xiaoliu said: "By the way, shopkeeper, there is a gentleman who said he is an old acquaintance of yours."
When Old Man Zhang heard this, he felt more and more uneasy. He turned his gaze and saw Chen Changsheng sitting in the wine shop drinking.
Old man Zhang immediately felt his legs were weak and could no longer walk, and stars appeared in his eyes.
Chen Changsheng looked at Old Man Zhang at the door and said, "Why is your leg still lame?"
Old man Zhang opened his mouth and took a step forward.
Xiao Liu didn't know what was going on, so he quickly placed the oil jar on the table and stepped forward to help the shopkeeper.
"Shopkeeper, be careful."
With the support of Xiao Liu, Old Man Zhang came to Chen Changsheng.
"...Mr. Chen."
"Sit down first." Chen Changsheng said.
Old man Zhang looked at Chen Changsheng in front of him. After hesitating for a moment, he sat down.
After Old Man Zhang sat down, he no longer felt so scared. There was even a rare joy in his eyes when he looked at Chen Changsheng.
He replied: "There was a heavy snowfall the year before last, and my leg contracted cold syndrome. It was not cured well, and it became lame."
Chen Changsheng lowered his head and said, "You are getting old."
Old Man Zhang nodded and said: "I am a mortal, I am definitely not as good as Mr.
"That's not what I meant."
Chen Changsheng smiled, glanced at the wine on the table, and said, "I asked you to prepare wine when I left last time, but you forgot?"
Old Man Zhang said: "I didn't forget, I kept it specially for you, sir."
As he spoke, he called to Xiao Liu beside him: "Xiao Liu, go and take out the jar of Qiuyue Brewing from the cellar."
Xiaoliu paused and said: "Shopkeeper, didn't you mean..."
Old Man Zhang said: "This gentleman is the person I'm talking about."
Xiao Liu glanced at his husband and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
The shopkeeper also has such an old friend?
"Why are you standing there stunned?" Old Man Zhang asked.
"I'll go right away."
Xiao Liu came to his senses and then turned around to get the wine.
Chen Changsheng looked at Xiao Liu's leaving figure and said, "You have quite good taste."
Old man Zhang grinned and said, "I bumped into him by mistake."
Chen Changsheng said: "How long has he been with you?"
"It's been more than two years since I fully expected it."
"It's been so long."
"Well, I've learned a lot."
Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said with a smile: "Did he learn a lot, or did you deliberately save some tricks?"
Old man Zhang did not hide it, and admitted: "I can't hide it from sir."
"After all, he is not his biological son, so it is human nature to keep him alive."
But Old Man Zhang felt a little surprised and said, "I thought you said what I did was wrong, sir."
"What's wrong?"
Chen Changsheng said: "If I were you, I would hold back. It is not easy to live to this age. If something happens and the disciple starves to death, the master will be angry to death even if he doesn't starve to death."
After hearing this, Old Man Zhang felt much relieved. In fact, he had always been worried about this matter. He felt that he was getting older and becoming more stingy. But in fact, this was just human nature. He
I just can't figure it out.
Xiao Liu took out the jar of wine that had been gathering dust for a long time.
"Shopkeeper."
"Make a pot first and serve it."
Old Man Zhang said: "Remember to fill up Mr.'s gourd."
Xiaoliu nodded in agreement, and then began to remove the seal from the wine jar and pour the wine.
Soon a pot of Qiuyue Brewing was served on the table.
Chen Changsheng took a sip and said with satisfaction: "This is the right taste."
Xiao Liu said: "Every year the shopkeeper brews a jar by himself and keeps it there. When the time comes, he sells it and then brews a new one."
"Talk too much!"
Old man Zhang gave him a cold look and said, "Get your drink!"
Xiaoliu trembled and quickly walked away to get a drink.
Chen Changsheng said: "It's not something that can't be said."
Old Man Zhang smacked his lips and said, "I'm afraid that if your husband finds out, he won't come to drink in the future."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Originally I didn't have to come, but as soon as you said this, I had to come."
Old man Zhang grinned and said, "I wish you, sir, would come and have a drink."
Chen Changsheng took a sip of wine, put down the wine bottle, looked up at Old Man Zhang and said, "You are really not afraid of me now."
Old man Zhang said bluntly: "When I first saw Mr. Chen when I entered the door, I was a little scared. I guess I got used to being scared in the past few years, but after sitting down, I felt that there was nothing to be afraid of."
"The older you get, the bolder you become. This is true."
"Actually, not really."
Old Man Zhang took a deep breath and said: "I am seventy years old this year. In today's world, if you can live over sixty, you are considered a long life. As for this person, once he lives for a long time, he will find it boring, because of the things he did back then.
All my old friends have gone ahead of me, and now you are the only one left, Mr. Chen."
"In the past, I looked scared, but now I feel like I am happy to meet old friends."
Chen Changsheng felt quite uncomfortable when he heard this.
When loneliness fills a person's heart, all the timidity and fear in the past are let go at this moment.