Sure enough, as the idle and cheerful waiters speculated, it seemed that the two gentlemen deliberately missed the busy time at noon, and did not leisurely go downstairs until it was too late. The young man had clearly rested last night. He was quite good. When he walked downstairs, he couldn't tell that he had drank too much yesterday. Instead, he placed the civet cat on his shoulder on the bench and asked the waiter to serve him a plate of dried fish, and then asked for three or two plates of side dishes. , a pot of warm wine, he hesitated to move his chopsticks, but he had refilled the pot of wine six times, making the guests around him who had not yet finished their meals frown.
The tavern is not that big. Compared with restaurants in the capital, it is less than one-tenth the size, and most of the furnishings are not elegant. The small shochu stove looks quite old and has not been replaced for many years. The original black and green stove has been damaged by firewood for several years. Liao had long since turned gray, with piles of embers on top. Even if it was wiped carefully, it had almost been burned into one with the small furnace. It was difficult to restore it to its original appearance, and it just fell casually into a corner of the house. The lean and shirtless waiter saw the young man coming downstairs to drink. He became interested and refilled the young man's drinks six times in succession. He didn't feel any trouble at all, but kept looking at the young man with a belt hanging around his waist. A very good-looking young man with a sword in his mouth rubbed his hands together, waiting for him to win the bet.
Even if the female shopkeeper often glares at her, and there is no chance to make money, the man is quite happy to win a verbal bet. After all, he has no choice. There are too many free days in Taoyuan Island, and every household does not Worried about money, few people are willing to go out. It turns out that there are two seasons of rest in the lake every year. After these two seasons of rest, and the abundant water and grass in the lake, most of the fish are fat and strong. In the past few years, some people even used thick fishing nets to cover all the fish. The old fish, which was nearly two people tall and short, showed off around for a while, and then hurriedly released the old fish that the villagers had grown into a spirit into the lake. For fear of being tainted with some taboo, it would be better to release it back into the lake and hope that the fish harvest would be better. Well, after all, it’s just a thought.
Everyone in this island town is wealthy, so naturally the tavern is cheap, and the villagers who like to have a drink are always generous with their money. If you are tired, you will be kicked out of the house after a few quarrels with your mother-in-law, or you will be kicked out three times. After the five friends and acquaintances took a trip to the middle of the lake, they were still interested and decided to come here for a few drinks. Although some people have seen that the business in the tavern is very prosperous in recent years, and they have always thought about opening other taverns, but Seeing that the handsome shopkeeper still wanted to gather the staff to make wine before the weather was good, and his steamy cheeks were hot and sweat was dripping, which naturally made most people put their thoughts away, and they were speechless, unwilling to go and suffer. This sin.
In this way, apart from the wine-making and other seasons, several waiters in the tavern have even more free time. For example, this lean and shirtless man is only wearing a loose coat, sitting aside with his arms open, watching the young man's actions, Whenever a guest is called, he must take a few steps forward to greet him warmly. Compared with the waiters Yunzhong has seen in the past few years, he is much more diligent, and there is no hint of boredom in any case. The waiters in the tavern are greedy for a few drinks. The guests are also very well-dressed, contented and happy. There are often three or two who are too drunk and casually hum fishing songs and folk songs. Not only do the people around them not look sideways and curse secretly, but most of them also agree with the sound, knock on the table and step on the door, and have a very easy-going temperament.
This is even more true today. After the two very old men sat down with their harps and flutes on their backs, their drinking capacity was quite poor. They only drank three or two glasses of rice wine. They were leaning on the table, playing drums, lutes and flutes, and often sang in a hoarse accent. The guests at the other tables were not bored by the last two sentences, but most of them smiled and responded frequently, which seemed quite pleasant.
"My guest is a foreigner and may have never heard of it, but this song has been sung for a long time in fishing villages like ours. Almost every household can hum along with it, regardless of whether they know the music or not. It's quite catchy, it's called Canghai ballad, the tune is rough and atmospheric, and it's very refreshing." The lean man happened to have nothing to do, so after adding a bottle of wine for Yun Zhong, he came to the young man's table and whispered Looking at the two old men with a smile, he smacked his lips and said, "Don't mention it. Although these two gentlemen are a little weak in strength, their tunes are extremely poor, and their voices are broken, they fit in well with the tune. It sounds good to them. Totally comfortable.”
The young man listened carefully, but he had never heard such a melody. It was very different from the neat music in the capital. When the two old men sang, they almost danced, ignoring their beards that were already wet with wine, and looked at each other happily. One glance, shaking his head, especially that of the drummer, who had already forgotten the drums and harp, and banged on the table with a red face, roared loudly, poured a bottle of wine, and his tone became more and more rough, happy and unbridled.
"With only one lake, how can there be a sea." Yun Zhong came back to his senses and looked at the lean man in front of him who was shaking his head in response.
"The guest looked down and saw the sea in the pot. He looked up and saw that there was also the sea in the lake. Even if he looked carefully into the eyes of the two old men, they were still big waves. The guest must have studied for many years. Yesterday Even if he is slightly drunk, his behavior is decent and generous. He should be able to see more clearly than me. In short, there is a vast ocean at the tip of his heart, and everything he looks at is unbridled. Isn't that the truth?" Changhuai Xiaoer looked at the young man in surprise and laughed. He stood up on his own, moved a jar of wine and placed it at the feet of the two old men, "Today the shop will deliver wine. If you two stay here for a while, it's time to take a rest and sing to your heart's content."
The two old men were dressed in simple clothes. They had never imagined that there would be such a special encounter. So they looked at each other and their tone became more and more cheerful. It was really like a lion descending from the mountain, the sea was shaken, and the tune started again, which made many people outside the street shout. Either he steps forward, or steps into the tavern to ask for a bottle of wine, or he leans against the threshold, smiling and clapping his hands, quite entranced.
At this juncture, on the second floor of the tavern, a man in a long gown rolled and ran downstairs. Although his clothes were disheveled, he still came to the table of the two old men, took out a bamboo flute from his waist, and sat upright. It almost frightened the two old men, but when the flute started playing, the meaning of the tune completely changed, from the majestic and majestic sea to the comfortable and freehand one. Boating on the sea was peaceful and tideless.
The person who came was none other than Yan Jiaqing. Yun Zhong had never known that this drunken alcoholic gentleman was very good at playing the flute. He joined the two of them and immediately sang together with the two of them, with the same rough tune. He was hoarse, but his pride came naturally, but in the end he forgot his words and shook his head as if he had known each other for many years.
The breeze is smiling, and the fragrance of peach blossoms flows. Not far away, in the middle of the Chang Lake, the sky is bright and there is the sound of fishermen and woodcutter.
Canghai also laughed. In the pot and in the chest, the three of them raised their gong voices. There were six or seven broken sounds in just one line of singing, but it happened to be such a vulgar tune that it made the whole tavern feel lonely. , although it is not the time when the setting sun shines at night, the heroic spirit suddenly arises.
After the song ended, the people who stopped in front of the tavern to watch the excitement straightened their waists and eyes for some reason, just like drinking a pot of extremely strong soju in the cold winter, heating up the liver and intestines, making the skin scalding, and smiling. , adding two or three points of gangster spirit, heroic spirit, and radiant spirit.
Yun Zhong looked at the very good-looking female shopkeeper. The latter clearly missed a jar of wine, but she also stood with her elbows on the counter, smiling brightly, and for some reason she also hummed a tune casually, with a big heart. Unobstructed for a while.
"I never thought that a foreigner could actually have such a wonderful flute, which could make up for the slightly missing tunes of the two of us, and I dared to ask my brother's name." The two old men were delighted, looked at each other, smiled, and spoke together to talk in front of them. Yan Jiaqing, who was still hungover and still blushing, asked with clasped fists.
"My surname is Yan, why do we need to know each other when we meet? This song is in tune with each other, which means we are born happy." Yan Jiaqing drank a bottle of wine by himself, without wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, and held his hand in greeting.
The two old men were slightly startled, and then looked at each other happily, "My surname is Huang, and his surname is Jin. I composed the music and added the lyrics. This man was originally a fool who wielded a wooden sword. Later, he broke off the wooden sword, and we both Let's wander around the rivers and lakes together, and we'll be lucky enough to meet again someday. Let's play two more songs, not for the sake of anything else, but because of the sound of the sea in our chests. It's so wonderful." After saying this, the old man with a square face and short white hair felt relieved. He pulled out two yellowed music scrolls and handed them to Yan Jiaqing's hand. He smiled with relief and said, "This is the first music. I wrote it many times. My old friend was still dissatisfied, so he played the original tune backwards without modifying it. Now I can see As a close friend, I will give this to you as a descendant, just to keep it in my thoughts."
After saying that, he no longer clasped his fists, but picked up the old man who had already drank until his face was red, and walked out of the door carefree, with laughter filling the streets and slowly walking away.
Yan Jiaqing got up after a long time, asked for a jar of wine with the waiter, sat down in front of Yun Zhong, who had not yet recovered, handed the map to the latter, and burped from the wine, "It costs tens of millions to keep it. In the future, the world will never be the same again." There is no such good music as this, so give it a listen and pass it on to future generations."
Yun Zhong was puzzled for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Why don't those two take Mr. Yan with them to fill in the gaps?"
"There are so many perfect things in the world. With swords and swords flashing outside the hut, is it possible that we still need to gather a knight who can play the flute? If that is the case, then we should find a few more people with voices as good as gold, stone and peach blossom. People come to sing this song, but no matter how good their damn voice is, they still can’t sing the feeling.”
The laughter outside the door gradually faded away, Yun Zhong hummed a tune, and suddenly felt regretful that he had not had a few words with the two old men.
The passers-by who were standing in the tavern to watch the excitement dispersed and praised the two old men for their excellent singing.
The peach blossoms outside the door are already blooming vigorously, and the flowering period is much earlier than before. It is probably to greet the two old men. They were laughing and joking, and their figures were no longer visible in the distance. The waves of the lake were calming, and there was a boat standing on top. Fisherman, walking alone in the lake, the sound of blue waves disperses, nowhere is there a river or lake.
There is still a young man sitting in the tavern, drinking many bottles of wine, but his face has been slightly bulging, and the original shape of his bones has slowly faded away.
