The lowest alcohol content of wine is about 8 degrees, which is almost the lowest alcohol content.
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"Hahaha……"
The night wind whistled in my face, and I gasped for air.
But no matter how hard I try, the white clouds in the sky always run faster than me.
Finally, I ran home, but there was no sign of Chuuya at the door.
I stopped and opened the door with my key.
After smelling the familiar warm fragrance of home, I finally felt a little calmer.
At this time, I suddenly seemed to see a figure moving in my bedroom.
I was shocked! I took out the pistol from my waist and walked slowly to the door.
"Who is that person? Don't move!" I pointed my black wound in the direction of the black shadow. Because of my nervousness, the electric sound in my head was causing trouble again.
Click.
Seeing that the other party made no other movements, I turned on the light with my left hand, and my field of vision instantly brightened.
I saw Chuuya taking off his hat and putting it aside, holding a wine glass in one hand and looking at me dumbfounded.
"Si Ye?"
"Zhongye!?" I exclaimed and quickly picked up the gun.
"How did you get in?" I asked.
Chuuya pointed to the large open window next to him and said, "I see you're not at home. You flew up here."
"Oh..." I pulled at the corner of my clothes nervously.
Although it was me who called Chuuya just now, now that this big living person is standing in front of me, I feel inexplicably nervous.
But in the end, I still sat across from Chuuya, brewing the topic in my mind.
"Zhongya shouldn't like drinking this kind of bar?" r
There is a glass of dark purple liquid on the table, and you can smell a fruity aroma without taking a deep sniff.
"Well, this is wine," Chuuya poured himself another glass, "but the alcohol content is very low, and teenagers should be able to drink it..."
After saying this, he glanced at me quickly, raised his head and took another deep breath.
"Actually, it's not bad to taste the wine carefully." He added as if to ease the embarrassment.
"Zhongya, hey, whatever, give me some too." I stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to get myself a cup.
"No, I brought it." Chuuya took out a crystal clear new glass cup from somewhere and filled it with wine.
"You're welcome." He said, and the glass of wine was pushed to my side.
Microwaves splashed on the deep purple wine, spreading the fruity aroma.
I raised the glass, and my mind suddenly recalled the days when my grandfather made wine when I was a child.
I remember one time, because the lid was not sealed tightly, the wine tank suddenly exploded in the middle of the night, and the purple-red liquid splashed all over the floor, scaring the family dog and barking.
Grandpa and grandma shouted and ordered each other to get the mop. At this time, the golden retriever at home was the first to drink grandpa's wine and help clean up the floor. When the two come back, one person is responsible for controlling the dog and the other mops the floor.
And I was holding my stomach and laughing wildly.
Hahaha, those were really happy days.
After reminiscing, I took a sip first, and a strong fruity aroma overflowed, making it even sweeter.
Different from the taste of rotten persimmon, it is a more kind enjoyment.
"Delicious!" I praised sincerely.
"There is something better, but you can't drink it now." Chuuya smiled lightly, and the wine glass was gently placed on the table, making a crisp "ding" sound.
"What is it?" I stopped drinking and asked.
"Petrus," he paused, smiling as if he had already tasted the wine, "the aroma of this wine is very complex. It is dark in color and has a delicate and rich aroma, with black currants and mint. There are also various aromas such as blackberry, cream, chocolate, truffle, milk and oak hidden in the aroma. The taste is silky and the aftertaste is long..."
“Among the eight world-famous wineries, Chateau Petrus is the only one that does not produce second-label wine. Petrus attaches great importance to quality and only uses the best grapes. In some bad years, such as In 1991, production even ceased.”
Chuuya took another sip of wine and said in a regretful tone: "It's a pity, Si Ye, you are not old enough to drink it."
"Ah... let's do this." Maybe I was drunk, so I slapped the table hard, "When I'm twenty, how about we drink Petrus together?"
Chuuya looked at me and was stunned, and randomly gave another meaningful smile.
"I thought the alcohol content of wine was very small. It turns out that you can't drink it better than me...Okay, I promise you, we will drink Petrus together in five years. If you forget, I will go to the detective agency and beat you to death." Mackerel……"
He laughed again, his long and slanting figure swaying in the dim light.
"But for now let's finish this bottle and then I'll go, I have some things to deal with tomorrow."
"Okay!" I shouted and raised my glass.
"Cheers to the wild dogs!"
"For the wild dogs!"
Wine glass and wine glass collided together, the crisp sound was short and powerful, but the aftertaste was long.
The light could no longer bear the loneliness and separated another self from the shadow.
And the moon finally survived the night and turned around to find her dawn. Her struggle with the sun is a lifelong battle and expectation that will never end.
It was a morning without the usual rooster crow in TV dramas.
But I still woke up, accompanied by waves of slight pain. Fortunately, it's not very painful and I can still go to work normally.
"Morning..." I pushed open the door of the detective agency with my disheveled hair.
"Good morning, Siye-kun," Dazai said, as energetic as ever, "Would you like to play a game?"
"What game?" I sat down and asked while watering the flowers.
"Guess what I was doing before~" Dazai made a cool gesture.
"Although I don't agree with playing games during working hours, I have to say that this is indeed a very traditional activity of the detective agency. Si Ye can take a guess." Kunikida turned around and relaxed for a rare time.
"That's right," I nodded. Although I knew it well, I still asked in a pretentious manner, "Is there any reward?"
"Yes, especially Dazai. Her previous job was one of the Seven Mysteries of the Detective Agency, and her bonuses have accumulated to a considerable amount." Kunikida replied.
"Yes, yes, but Siye-kun can guess from Kunikida~"
"Okay, let me guess," I put my index finger to my lips, "Mathematics teacher, right?"
"I guessed it right the first time, what about me?" Dazai sat closer to me.
"Well..." I looked at Dazai's excited face, and the idea of teasing him suddenly came to my mind.
"Strudel?" I asked pretending to be serious.
"Eh - how could Mr. Si Ye have such an idea? Although I really like this kind of thing, I don't like being looked at by men. There may be men!"
Dazai resisted unconvinced: "Guess again, guess again!"
"Mr. Dazai, this is very embarrassing. After all, you are a homeless person~"
"How is that possible! I look so serious, I must have a very powerful job!"
"Awesome? He can't be a cadre of Port Mafia, hahaha."
My mind moved and I told the truth.
"Ah? Congratulations, Si Yejun, for winning the bonus!" Dazai was stunned, but he still applauded me.
"Si Yejun answered so quickly, as if he knew it before."
It seemed like an unintentional sentence, but I seemed to see cunning in his eyes.
Somewhat flustered.
