It was late at night... The Songhe Tower was blown up... The people in the building were cleaning up. Listening to Ning Que's request, he expressed his embarrassment to refuse. However, Ning Que was reluctant to leave at this time, and he was out of his arms.
I took out a thick stack of silver notes, and after thinking for a while, I only took out one and handed it to the shopkeeper Shin Tao.
When he left Lao Bizhai yesterday, he was holding the mentality of not being able to find Sangsang and never going back, so he brought all his most important wealth with him, except Yuan Shisanjian, of course, there were these silver notes.
Although there was only one silver note, the shopkeeper clearly saw the denomination of the silver note. When he thought of the thick stack of silver notes that Xiantao waved in his eyes, he was shocked and thought that he would carry so much silver with him.
The ticketed Haoke is no longer an ordinary Haoke, and it is definitely a character that Songhelou can't afford to offend. How dare you talk too much? He honestly took the silver note and respectfully put Ning Que into the building and placed him in
A private room on the second floor with a window.
All kinds of delicious food and food are put into the private room and placed on the table. Ning Que sat on the window, watching the night sky that was painted by the winter snow during the day and was particularly fresh, holding a wine glass in his hand and drinking wine slowly
.
The steamed sprouts are the wine in the spring mud jar. The more you drink, the more you get, Ning Que's eyes gradually narrowed, looking at the stars in the night sky, thinking about the troubles of the past two days, holding the chopsticks in his hand, tapping the wine
Weng hummed and said, "Can we meet again? I have been begging for thousands of years in Fotao..."
At this moment, a voice came from the private room next door: "What kind of messy song is this? It's rare to hear it so hard, and the words are completely incomprehensible."
There is a terrace facing the lake in Songhe Tower, where guests can enjoy the scenery for a short rest... Each private room has a small door leading to the terrace. At this time, it is late at night and the sound only needs to be slightly louder to reach the terrace through doors and windows.
It was then passed to the adjacent private room, and the same was true for Ning Que's singing after being slightly drunk.
Ning Que realized that there were actually guests in Songhe Tower. He listened to the slightly old voice and knew that the man should be quite old. He smiled and said, "I don't think it's ugly... There are also benefits of vulgarity.
...For example, when I drink at this time, I can't remember other songs... but this song can suddenly appear."
The guest in the private room next door asked curiously: "Is this song famous?"
"See Buddha."
Ning Que replied: "If you remember correctly, you should be called this name."
The guest laughed twice and said mockingly: "The Buddhist practice itself does not even care about the world, let alone the little love of these ordinary people. Young people, if you really want to cause less trouble in the world, except for the fact that you are not only the little love of ordinary people.
Avoiding no other way, it is better to seek yourself than to seek Buddha."
Ning Que listened to this and looked at the next door from the window, wanting to see what kind of person is drinking and having fun in the middle of the night like himself, and where did these leisure fun come from.
The night sky star was staring... There was a person sitting on the terrace of the private room next door. Because the light was dim and I was leaning against my body, I couldn't see my face clearly, but the figure was extremely tall, even though there was a very wide chair under me...
...Sitting inside still seems a little cramped.
Looking at the tall figure, Ning Que felt familiar, always feeling that he had seen it somewhere... But he couldn't remember it on the spot for a moment, frowned and recalled for a moment... Then he smiled and thought, why do you have to know each other when you meet, shook your head and sat back again
In the chair, I took out the handkerchief and covered my lips and coughed some blood.
The dull cough echoed on the terrace of the Songkran Tower.
Ning Que took off his handkerchief and put it in his sleeve, thought for a while, walked to the terrace with a wine jar and a chair, looked at the tall figure not far away and said, "Don't you mind sitting here?"
The man said, "It was your place."
The shopkeeper of Songhe Tower knew that the last two guests sat on the terrace, and was a little confused about their fear of the cold, but he still ordered people to provoke windbreaks on the edge of the terrace.
The dim lights covered the terrace, Ning Que saw the man clearly, and saw that the man was wearing a very precious fox fur, with a clear face, and his jaw had a beard floating with the wind wheels of the night, which looked like Chang'an.
Cheng Dafu was a man of good looks, but his breath exuded an indescribable feeling, especially since this person was obviously an old man, he could not feel any old age from his expression and temperament.
"Do you want to talk a little?" Ning Que asked.
The tall old man shook his head, raised the wine pot in his hand and said, "The first thing I do when I go back to Chang'an City is to drink three pots of new wine stored in Songhelou Chunmu. If I don't finish the wine, I won't be interested in chatting."
Ning Que ignored this person anymore, sat back in the chair and looked at the stars in the sky in Chang'an City, and slowly drank wine.
The old man sat in the wine, looking at the night sky behind the stars in the sky, and slowly drinking the wine.
Ning Que's alcohol capacity is very average. Compared with Sangsang, it is like a stream to the ocean. Especially when he was injured and exhausted and haggard, his eyes began to become blurred after not long.
The old man seemed extraordinary, as if he was the hermit in the world who had no heads and no tails. However, his alcohol tolerance was really bad, and he began to get drunk soon.
There are many kinds of drunk people. There are so-called Wu Zui, which means using the intention of drinking to vent and hit people, kicking trees and smashing walls. There are also so-called Wen Zui, so who wants to write poems and copying words and show off his poems. It is better to be apart from
Because he could not write poetry, he just kept muttering to himself through the alcohol.
The old man's drunk expression was also very interesting. His bright eyes stared at the night sky behind the stars, and kept saying something softly, as if he was talking to this night sky, just looking at his face as frost as iron as it was.
...You can imagine that this is not a good word, but more likely a swear word.
Never met each other, drinking from each other, the young and old sighed at the same time.
Ning Que sighs about life.
Although he had lived in the Tang Dynasty for less than twenty years, he had experienced so many kneeling and grinding in his two lives. There were always many things to be moved by. For example, people in Hebei County were ruthless early in the morning, and people in the mountains were gangsters compared to beasts.
Ruthless, people on the grassland are more cruel than wolves, and for example, the most difficult thing to accept the kindness of a beauty, the most painful thing in this life is that I can’t bear it.
The content of the old man's feelings is more specific. Under the framework of the fact that people's hearts are not as good as the trend of the ancient times, the specific target is the unscrupulous boss of a certain county's wine shop to add water to the spirits, such as burning the piano and boiling cranes.
Songhelou actually fell into a sprout steamed pork. It was not the black pig from the southern suburbs of Chang'an. Even the mud from the spring mud jar was changed from its source. How could it smell like Huangzhou mud in the wine?
"This is used to store wine, not to grind ink and write. How can we use Huangzhou clay!"
The old man waved his arms angrily, and his grey bearded friend flew around in the night wind.
The old man's voice became louder and louder, and it reached Ning Que's ears. He turned his head to look at the angry other party and sighed: "Is he really a person who has requirements for life, but aren't you tired like this?"
The old man frowned and looked at him unhappy and said, "Since you are alive, of course you must live well."
After Ning Que was silent for a moment, he smiled slightly and said, "That was a day for you to live happily, so you don't know that sometimes, as long as you can live, it is the greatest blessing in the world."
The old man waved his hand like a mosquito, as if he wanted to drive Ning Que's clichés and the disgusting feeling in his words out of the terrace.
Ning Que's intention to drink was rising at this time, but he subconsciously wanted to express his feelings about life, but he didn't care about the old man's disdain for his behavior.
"I thought I was a person who was so indifferent to the post, but later I did it well, and I thought I was the one who pointed to my original intention and decided to be cold and ruthless, and could build great achievements in the world and leave names and carve stone pillars, but until
I only realized these two days that I was just a person who kept drinking every family in the world.”
"Life is like a wine game for every family. After playing for a long time, you will think it is true, so any indifference and ruthlessness will be dyed by the firewood, rice, oil and salt. I used to be the most disdainful responsibility or habit I used to be. Maybe it's because I have been a child.
I kept thinking, what should she do if she didn’t have me, and then it became, what should I do if she didn’t have her? I can still live, maybe I can live more easily, but what is ease?
If you get used to it, it will be impossible to be relaxed because you always feel that there are fewer important things in your life and that there are fewer important parts in your body."
Ning Que turned his head and looked at the old man in the chair and said with a chuckle: "Don't think I'm sour and slutty, you know why there are always these words in the world? Because afterwards, people can always prove it through various methods, it turns out that these things are
Things are really fatal things.”
He raised the spring mud wine jar and said to the bright moon that did not exist in the night sky, "If you don't have it, you will not be used to it. Just like this night sky, whether it is the night sky fourteen years ago or now, whether it is from Weicheng.
The night sky is still the night sky of Chang'an City. As long as there is no moon, I will be unhappy."
The old man became interested and looked at him and asked, "1 What is the moon... again? Is it in the sky? I have never seen it before, nor have anyone heard of it."
"The moon is a kind of thing that shines, sometimes round, sometimes curved. It appears in the dark, and sometimes sneaks out during the day, which is very beautiful. The moon can do many things, such as hiding the shadows.
Cover the sun, create a tide, change a werewolf..."
Ning Que looked at the old man's expression and sighed, "I know you won't believe that there are really this and things. Don't look at me like this. Just think I'm drunk too much."
The old man said, "If I hadn't drunk too much at this time, I would have to catch you in the Imperial Heaven Prison and force you to use the things there to search for them at night."
Ning Que said sarcastically: "If you don't mention this, anyway, such a mysterious thing, a rich and wealthy master like you can't understand it no matter how you listen."
The old man was furious when he heard this and scolded: "Jiang is the old man's spicy!"
Ning Que responded disdainfully: "The leeks are still tender and fragrant."
The old man was speechless.
Ning Que suddenly said, "Tell you something seriously, don't be afraid, I want to kill someone."
The old man looked at him and said in surprise: "You have just killed two of you in the day, and you want to kill again at this time?"
Ning Que was already a little drunk at this time, but he didn't hear this sentence clearly.
He looked at the stars in the night sky and said with emotion: "Sometimes I really feel that my personality is a problem. Whenever I am unhappy, I want to kill some people.
The old man looked at him and said seriously: "Your personality is not a problem."
Ning Que was slightly stunned, looked at him and said happily: "Do you think so?"
The old man mocked, "But there is something wrong with your brain."
(I have some problems with my brain, but I can barely settle the accounts. I will settle the accounts with you later.)