It is said to be the Chinese New Year, but in fact not every house is bustling and reunited. Just like the tavern deep in the alley, it is still deserted. The woman selling the wine has a complicated life experience and has many experiences.
After the catastrophe a few years ago, I no longer have any friends or friends, so I can be considered alone.
For the past ten New Year's Eves, for this wine seller, she had been sitting on the doorstep from morning to night, looking out at the heavy snowfall or the biting cold wind.
Only after meeting anyone and hearing the laughter and laughter of other people in the distance, she would close the door, light an oil lamp, take out a jar of the most intoxicating wine, and then drink the jar of wine while crying and laughing alone.
Just lie down on the table and sleep, spending one year after another.
It's just that this year is different. Apart from herself, there is another man in her tavern, Mr. Song.
Originally, for the woman, there was no difference between the presence of Mr. Song in the tavern or the absence of Mr. Song. However, as she looked at the light outside, it became increasingly dim and she could hardly see clearly.
When she was there, Mr. Song still opened his mouth and asked her to make some food.
The wine seller turned around and looked at Song Yingxu, who was sitting at the table, with some doubts in her eyes.
Song Yingxu smiled and said: "This is the last year of Song's life, so I would like to be more solemn."
The wine seller was stunned. She originally wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything at the moment. She just stood up in silence and went to the kitchen. It was the first time in these years that she lit a fire on New Year's Eve.
Cook.
However, in this way, it did give this tavern some human atmosphere.
Not long after, the bartender brought some dishes, all home-cooked dishes, and stewed an old hen.
"Master Song, don't dislike it."
The wine seller glanced at Song Yingxu and took off her apron.
Song Yingxu smiled and shook her head. She looked at the ordinary dishes on the table and said with emotion: "It was the last year before I left the capital city. It was very lively. Many people in the clan took turns to toast. I stood up for half a year.
hours, but in the end I just couldn't stand it anymore, so I pretended to be drunk and hid while they were not paying attention. Later I really fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already midnight, all the guests had dispersed, and she was the only one waiting beside me.
Watch me wake up and bring out a bowl of chicken soup to sober me up."
Hearing this, the wine seller also felt a little emotional and said: "Master Song's wife is also an extremely gentle woman."
Song Yingxu nodded and said softly: "It is true, but I have never cared about my children's affairs, so I can't say I have any feelings, but I don't care. At that time, my mind
Here, there is only the title of marquis and the Prime Minister."
The wine seller sighed and said: "A man can be ambitious and can express his ambitions in the world, but for a woman, her life is just for her husband. If her husband can treat her better,
, her life will naturally be better. If we are under the same roof but are like strangers, it will be scary to think about it. That will be a lifetime."
Song Yingxu was silent for a moment, looking at the cup of chicken soup, and said nothing for a long time.
I wonder if at this moment, the man in front of me feels a little more guilty for the woman who has long since passed away.
The wine woman poured him a bowl and said nothing.
Song Yingxu slowly picked up the chicken soup, drank it all in one gulp, and then said slowly: "Maybe for her, having a dazzling husband is not as good as having a dazzling husband who can smile at her and help her every day when he comes home.
A husband who has his eyebrows painted, right?"
The wine seller said softly: "It's too late to regret it."
Song Yingxu smiled and thought to herself: "That day when the imperial city burned, everyone in the clan was in danger and extremely worried about their own future. There were endless cries. Many people had already begun to think of ways to escape. I was sitting here
No one bothered me at home anymore, but she came to me anyway. She didn’t pack her bags, but still dressed normally, and came to tell me that she knew I was unwilling to surrender and that she was willing to die for the country with me, but I told her,
I don't want to die. I want to do something more for Your Majesty. Although this country is temporarily lost at this moment, I will take it back for Your Majesty sooner or later. She smiled and nodded, then left, and then jumped into the hole.
In the well."
The wine seller asked doubtfully: "Why?"
Song Yingxu's face finally showed some pain. His hands on the table trembled slightly and he said softly: "A woman like her is naturally smart and knows that she is alive. If she doesn't follow her, it will definitely be a huge disaster."
It was troublesome, but it was even harder for me to take her away, so she made the decision for me without asking me what I thought. Did I really not know what she would do after meeting me? No.
Yes, but I am still indifferent. Watching her leave is equivalent to watching her die."
Having said this, the wine seller's face was a little angry. She looked at Mr. Song and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, didn't you have any other options at that time? Even if you couldn't take her away, you should have
The only way to protect her is!"
Song Yingxu whispered: "That's true. I can think of thousands of ways to save her life..."
Having said this, Song Yingxu shook her head, with some tears already in her eyes.
But at that time, Song Yingxu didn't know how to cherish something only after losing it.
He only focused on restoring the country and felt that everything could be given up for this.
But in the following ten years, he didn't know how many nights he couldn't sleep, feeling that he was worthy of anyone in his life, but only that woman.
"Come to the Jar Bar."
Song Yingxu looked at the wine seller and said in a calm voice, "Sometimes I also wonder whether the men's so-called career ideals are so important, but they have no results."
The wine seller brought a jar of wine and placed it in front of him. She was about to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, she still said: "I think that woman will not regret it in the end, right? But in this way, she will
It’s even more distressing.”
After saying this, the wine seller turned and left.
Song Yingxu was left alone, pouring a bowl of wine for herself, and another bowl of wine for the empty seat opposite. At this moment, Song Yingxu, who was already in tears, swallowed softly: "Think carefully, you and I
Wouldn't it be a blessing if the two of us could not become husband and wife in this life?"
Major events in the world are often not figured out until the end.
Just as he finished speaking, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in.
A figure appeared at the door, covered with wind and snow.
