He laughed heartily, as if talking to the fisherman named Lao Yin made him very happy. He patted the fisherman's shoulder lightly with his hand, then turned around and strode away. Walking was as natural as talking just now, and as natural as talking just now.
When he heard that name, he took it for granted. Although he didn't know who the name was, when the fisherman spoke, he knew he was calling him.
After he left, Lao Yin was still sitting alone under the big locust tree. He threw the fishing line again, threw an arc in the air and landed in the water, continuing to fish silently.
After walking along the road for another dozen or so feet, I saw several houses built together, with a few green bamboos growing in the corners. A crooked flag hung diagonally on the front house, which said that there were already some
The word "wine" is almost unrecognizable. It is dark, dirty and unappetizing.
He walked over and pushed the door open, and a helpless voice came from inside: "Have you ever seen a restaurant open so early?"
He nonchalantly walked into this tavern that didn't even have a name. Sure enough, most of the chairs inside were still buckled on the table, as if they were closed last night. He smiled, and walked to the window to get some food in a familiar manner.
He took a stool and sat down on the ground, then turned around and said with a smile: "I don't drink."
Behind the counter on the side wall of the tavern, a young man with a warm smile slowly sat up. He looked very kind, but his eyebrows were like swords, his ears were like swords, his hair was like swords, and his nose was like swords.
Like a sword...everything is like a sword, except that the way he smiles is not like a sword, but like a scabbard that has been touched by time. The young shopkeeper looked at him and asked with interest: "Why don't you come and drink?"
,What are you doing in my tavern?"
He patted his belly and said, "I've been busy all night and I'm hungry. Let's make a bowl of noodles!"
The kind and handsome man snorted and said, "I only sell wine, not noodles."
He smiled wildly and said: "I have no intention of buying from you. I have no money. If I don't buy, I'll have a meal. Go, go."??
After a cup of tea, a steaming bowl of fragrant green onion and egg noodles was placed in front of him. He couldn't help but admire it, picked up his chopsticks and ate it. While eating, he said vaguely: "
Your craftsmanship has improved again, and the taste of this noodle is getting better and better. To be honest, if it weren't for your wine and noodles, I don't know if I could have persisted for so long."
The handsome man took a rag from behind the counter, took the stools off the table and wiped them clean. He smiled and said: "Stop flattering me, even if my wine and noodles are so bad that even dogs won't touch them, you
I will still eat it.”
He was eating the noodles with big mouthfuls and seemed not to hear the handsome man's words. The handsome man didn't care and kept cleaning the tavern.
A dilapidated tavern, a shopkeeper who knows how to cook noodles, looks like a sword but has a gentle smile, and is extremely handsome, which is both inconsistent and natural.
After the handsome man finished cleaning the tavern, he had already finished eating the noodles, and there was only an empty bowl on the table in front of him. The man put down the rag and walked to the stool next to him and sat down, putting one arm on the table and looking at him intently.
, "Xuanlou, did you find what you were looking for?"
My name is Xuanlou?
What am I looking for?
He was in a trance, and something in his heart seemed to be lightly touched. He didn't know whether he was stunned for a while or for a long time, and then he was awakened by the quarrel in the yard next to the tavern. When he looked up, he saw the tavern owner throwing
He took off the rag, walked to the door, leaned out and took a few glances, shook his head and sighed: "It's her again..."
He followed out curiously. The quarrel disturbed many people. There were already people gathered in front of the door. Some were pointing, some were talking, and some wanted to eat melon seeds. The tavern owner touched the counter.
He sighed again as he finished the basket of dried fruits last night. It was a pity.
"what happened?"
The tavern owner raised his chin, pointed at the stooped woman in front of the courtyard door, and said, "Lin Xiucai's mother, my own mother."
"Lin Xiucai?"
"Well, you have forgotten the only scholar in Shangyang Village? A few years ago, when I was still a poor family, I became the son-in-law of the Mu family and married a girl from the Mu family. After a few years, I became a scholar. I heard that my literary talent is very good.
The county magistrate thought highly of him, and he even acted as a recommender. I was supposed to take the exam this year, but he died. It’s a pity.” I don’t know what his last sentence of pity meant, but while he was talking, he couldn’t help but touch the basket with his hand.
Bundle.
"Dead? How did you die?"
"Kill yourself."
"Hang yourself?"
"Drowning."
"In the tank?"
"In the river."
"Which river?"
The tavern owner pointed in front of the door and said, "That river."
He grinned: "Nonsense, this water can't even drown a chicken, let alone a human being. How could he commit suicide here?"
The tavern owner suddenly looked at him seriously: "Who said people can't drown if the water is shallow? As long as there is water, people can drown." After he finished speaking, he looked at him carefully and lowered his voice and said, "Some people also say
He was killed."
"The one who killed him? Did he have an enemy?"
"This is unlikely. Lin Xiucai is a reasonable person, he also values morality, follows rules, and plays his duty. He has a good reputation. I have never heard of any enemies."
"why?"
The tavern keeper didn't answer. Instead of opening his mouth, he kept his mouth tightly shut. He was very curious, but the tavern keeper looked like he didn't want to say anything anymore. We couldn't force him to speak, so he had to shake his head and follow his lead.
He sighed and was about to leave when he heard the shopkeeper say: "Love killing."
"Love killing?"
"Well, some people said they saw Miss Mu having an affair with an outsider."
He clicked his tongue a few times, thinking that this was a gang of sympathizers who killed and silenced each other. The shopkeeper seemed to know what he was thinking, and glanced at him: "The relationship between Lin Xiucai and Miss Mu is very good."
"Huh? How could that be..."
"The Lin family was very poor back then, and Lin Xiucai was the youngest child in the family. Rather than marrying into the family, it was better to say that she was sold into the Mu family. She was a wise girl from the Mu family, so she married Lin Xiucai and provided for him to study for several years.
Han Chuang studied hard, but he was able to live up to his expectations. He was selected as a scholar first, and then was chosen by the county magistrate to recruit a disciple. His future was bright. At this time, someone from the Lin family came, and she was Lin Xiucai's mother. She came to recognize Lin Xiucai.
Bringing Miss Mu as a daughter-in-law, what is it called acknowledging one's ancestors? This matter was a big deal at the time, and everyone knew that Lin Xiucai's mother was jealous of Lin Xiucai's future, and was reluctant to sell it to the Mu family. I heard that
She brought all the winning money back then. Miss Mu's family was very sad, but after all, she was her husband's biological mother.