Zhang Xiaoyu sat quietly by the stream. After a long silence, he said softly: "No wonder my name is Zhang Xiaoyu and not Li Xiaoyu."
Cao Weiying couldn't help but smile, and while drinking, she said, "You can also change your name to Li Xiaoyu."
Zhang Xiaoyu stood up, smiled softly, and said: "Forget it, of course I, Zhang Xiaoyu, am Zhang Xiaoyu. In the future, whether I am despised by the world or admired by thousands of people, I will always be just Zhang Xiaoyu."
"Yes, of course people like you have to leave your names." Cao Weiying said with a smile.
Zhang Xiaoyu slowly shook his head and said, "Actually, it has nothing to do with that."
Cao Weiying squinted at the melancholy young man and said, "What's the reason for that?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back to the south and said nothing.
Then he turned around and walked towards the town. After walking for a while, he looked back at Cao Weiying.
"Senior, do you think people like us are fire-raisers or fire-hiders?"
Cao Weiying faced the clear stream, drinking wine and watching the dusk go by like gold.
"How do I know?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile.
"You should ask the world about this kind of question, ask the world."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Okay."
So he carried his sword and left.
Cao Weiying was still standing by the stream, holding the wine gourd and drinking continuously.
Until the mountains fell silent, and only a little bit of gold remained in the twilight of the river.
This young man in green clothes, who had lived for many years, slept for many years, walked many lives, and had many dreams, looked at this clear stream with great sadness, as if the old man who died back then was standing beside him again. Talking to him about many things in the world.
"Is your master okay?"
--"fine."
"Then he should be soon."
"The world is really beautiful, and so is life."
"There are too many things in the world, and you may not be able to see through it if you don't have one. We need your generation's help to see more."
...
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and poured the remaining wine in the gourd.
He was talking there minding his own business.
"Junior Brother Queyi has done a good job, senior, don't worry too much. This is some water that I filled in the human world when I woke up this time. I call it hometown water. Senior, if you can drink it, you will be very happy. Also, more than a thousand years have passed in this world. When I woke up this time, I saw a lot of things that amazed me. The world is no longer as weak as it was when the elders were there. It is very hurried and very... It’s prosperity and it’s climbing upwards, but I don’t know if they have the ability to lift fire anymore, so they don’t care about those things in the human world.”
The wine in the gourd had been poured cleanly, and there was still a drop hanging at the mouth of the gourd, so Cao Weiying brought it to his lips and sucked it into his stomach.
So, perhaps drunk, this young man in green clothes staggered along the stream in the dusk.
"Senior, you are right. As long as those faint lights appear in front, they will naturally chase them away."
"Leave the affairs of the world to the people of the world, and leave the affairs of the ages to Qianqiu."
Cao Weiying shook the gourd in her hand and smiled to herself.
"So bad old men like us just need to protect this world."
Cao Weiying turned to look at Donghai and smiled softly.
"I understood this truth a thousand years later than you, senior."
...
It was already night when Zhang Xiaoyu returned to town.
After passing through the forest, the small town spread out under the cliff like red flowers everywhere appeared in front of you.
But it was fire.
Zhang Xiaoyu inexplicably remembered what Cao Weiying said to him.
That's fire, honey.
It was the fiery red from the furnace, the red from the lights under the eaves, and the scorching red from the people walking on the streets.
"The East China Sea was not so lively in the past."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back, only to find Cao Weiying walking over behind him.
"Senior, why are you back again?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Can't I come back?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said: "Of course not, it's just that I thought senior would spend a long night talking to the temple owner there."
Cao Weiying said softly: "If the master of the temple is really still alive, I can talk to him for a thousand years, but he has been dead for so many years, how can there be so much to say, just chat for a while, as self-comfort That’s good. What’s more...”
Cao Weiying picked up the wine gourd in his hand and shook it in his hand.
"You have poured all my wine, I will definitely come back to get some more!"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said, "I only poured half of it."
"You pour half and I pour half, then it's gone, right?"
"It can't be all my fault!"
"I poured half of it as I should, and you poured half of it just to join in the fun."
"..."
The two of them headed towards the wine shop hidden in the corner.
As soon as he opened the door curtain, he saw the waiter with a bruised nose and swollen face still sitting by the window blowing the wind.
"No wine today!"
The waiter said without looking back.
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "You can see that."
When the waiter heard this voice, he turned around and saw that it was Zhang Xiaoyu. He was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously: "You won't feel very angry after drinking. Come back and beat me up."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything. Cao Weiying, who was on the side, was swinging inside with a wine gourd. He looked at the waiter and said, "Do you get beaten often? Why?"
The waiter said sincerely: "Because my wine tastes bad."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, walked to the window and sat down, looked at the waiter and said: "Yes, it is bitter and astringent, and sometimes very sour."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man in Qingshang in front of him, and then at Zhang Xiaoyu beside him.
"Did you drink it? Or did he tell you?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "I have drank it."
"But I don't remember you. People like you are unusual at first glance. If you have drunk before, you must have beaten me, and I will definitely remember it. So you must be lying, trying to provoke My anger makes me sell you wine.”
The waiter reasoned and smiled proudly.
Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said, "Yes, so can you bring me some wine?"
The waiter said lazily: "I've been beaten enough for today, I won't sell it anymore."
"It's okay, I don't have any money, so it doesn't count as selling."
"..." The waiter opened his eyes in disbelief, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "You...you...you..."
"Why are you so shameless?"
"If someone beats someone else, they'll beat them. After all, they still give me the money. You don't even give me any money, so you just want to drink and hit them?"
The waiter said, probably so angry that he almost jumped up without even caring about the wounds on his body.
Cao Weiying sighed and said, "It turns out you are not selling wine, but selling dozen."
When the waiter heard this, he probably felt a little sad. He also sighed and said, "If I don't sell it, what can I do? I'm going to get beaten anyway. The more they beat me, the more expensive I will sell the wine. Why do I need a beating?" If it’s not a fight, what kind of wine is it not for sale?”
Cao Weiying looked at him quietly for a long time and said, "What if I can prevent you from being beaten in the future?"
The waiter just laughed and said: "To be honest, I have had dreams like this many times, but they are all false. I even dreamed of going back many years ago and seeing the grinding machine that my ancestors had described for generations. Jianya Jianxiu, then I gave him a bottle of wine, and he looked embarrassed after drinking it. He spit it out and said, "What a bad wine, it's so fucking awful." But what's the use? Dreaming after all It’s just a dream. After so many years of dreaming, it’s nothing but a complaint.”
Cao Weiying nodded seriously and said, "So that's it."
The waiter looked at Cao Weiying, a little confused.
"What are you talking about?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Nothing, I want to taste the wine you brewed."
The waiter looked at Cao Weiying for a long time and said, "You really don't hit people?"
Cao Weiying looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was standing aside: "Did you hit him?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was leaning on a pillar with his sword on his back, shook his head and said, "No."
Cao Weiying looked at the waiter sincerely and said, "Look, he didn't hit you, and I won't either."
The waiter was still a little hesitant and said, "Then why don't you go buy a gourd of wine yourself?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "I probably didn't count the ones I hit."
The waiter sighed, stood up limpingly, took the wine gourd from Cao Weiying, took a funnel, and poured wine into it spoonful by spoonful, while muttering to himself.
"Then we agreed, you are not allowed to hit me after drinking. No, you have to swear, you said, I, xxx, will never hit anyone after drinking."
"I am a firefly. After drinking, I will never hit anyone."
Only then did the waiter feel confident filling Cao Weiying's wine gourd.
It's just that after playing for a long time, even Zhang Xiaoyu yawned at the side, and Cao Weiying's wine gourd was still not full.
The waiter looked back at Cao Weiying strangely and said, "What kind of gourd are you talking about?"
Cao Weiying tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "This is the fairy magic weapon I picked up on the roadside."
"Immortal magic weapon?" The waiter became interested, changed a jar of wine and continued to scoop it for Cao Weiying. "What is the Immortal Family?"
Even Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cao Weiying curiously.
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "He is a mountain person who squats in the mountains and then never cares about worldly affairs."
"If they don't ask about worldly affairs, then what do they ask about?"
"They didn't ask anything, they just looked up at the sky."
"Then what?"
"Then? No more. Just mountain people."
"..."
The waiter felt that this young man in Qingshang must have been drinking at another house when he came here, so he was talking nonsense here.
It wasn't until all the wine in the wine jars in the wine shop had been poured into the gourd that the waiter saw that the gourd was full.
Just right, right at the mouth of the gourd.
One drop less is not perfect, one drop more is overflowing.
The waiter didn't care that Cao Weiying had finished drinking all the wine in his shop. He just exclaimed: "This is really the most perfect drinking experience I have ever had in my life."
Cao Weiying just sat by the window and smiled, while the waiter carefully took the gourd wine over.
"Be careful, don't ruin the gourd of wine I made so carefully."
The waiter warned.
Although Cao Weiying smiled and nodded, she took it very casually, then held the wine gourd in her hand, turned to look out the window, thought for a while and said, "What was that dream you just mentioned?" ?”
The waiter thought for a while and said, "Senior Brother Jianya named Qinglian, after drinking my wine, he spit it out and said, 'What a bad wine, it's so damn unpleasant to drink!'"
Cao Weiying was silent for a while and said, "Can I not say bad words?"
The waiter tilted his head and looked at Cao Weiying and said, "Are you planning to perform a trick on me to make me happy because you have no money?"
Cao Weiying gave a rare laugh and said, "Okay, watch me perform a trick for you."
With that said, the young man in green clothes turned over and sat on the window.
Outside the window is the long street of the town, with lights and people buzzing in the night.
Cao Weiying sat there with a smile, swaying her legs and raising the wine gourd to her lips, then raised her head and drank most of the gourd in one gulp.
The drink gurgled into his stomach.
So maybe those memories that have been forgotten for thousands of years come out in the night.
Maybe not, it's just the moist sea breeze blowing from a thousand years later.
So the young man in Qingshang looked at the lively town with a smile and spit out a mouthful of wine out of the window.
"What a bad wine, it tastes so damn bad!"
The waiter walked to the window, ignored his pain, clapped his hands and smiled, and said: "Yes, what a fucking bad wine, it's so fucking awful!"
The young man in Qingshang turned to look at the waiter with a bruised nose and swollen face, who was leaning his head aside. He smiled very happily, but his eyes were swollen from being beaten, and tears kept flowing.
"What the fuck, what the fuck, broken fucking booze. Fuck you!"
The waiter picked up an empty wine jar from his side.
Then he jumped onto the window sill and squeezed Cao Weiying down.
Grass is firefly: "......"
The waiter smiled happily, raised the wine jar in his hand, and smashed it towards the long street outside the window.
The remaining wine flowed out from the broken jar, dripping brightly on the night stone slab.
"What a fucking bad wine!"
The waiter smashed the wine jar and smiled happily at the window.
Cao Weiying was pushed out of the window to the street by the waiter. She raised her head and looked at this young man who had been beaten with bruises and swollen faces for generations. She smiled softly and said: "Yes, what a fucking bad wine-this is heaven." The worst drink out there.”
The waiter was smiling, but there were tears of grievance in his eyes.
Cao Weiying was also smiling, but there was guilt in her expression that had traveled through the ages.
Cao Weiying smiled for a long time, and then nodded to Zhang Xiaoyu, who was silent inside the window.
"I am leaving."
"OK."
So Cao Weiying left here again, carrying the most unpalatable half-gourd of wine in the world, and disappeared without a trace.
Just like back then.
Zhang Xiaoyu also walked to the window. The waiter had calmed down and sat on the window, quietly watching the direction in which the young man in Qingshang left.
"Did you guess something?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at him and asked softly.
The waiter smiled and said: "What can I guess? I'm just dreaming."
Zhang Xiaoyu shrugged.
He drank the wine from which the grass turned into a firefly, and also touched the gourd of wine from which the grass turned into a firefly.
That wine gourd must have been used for many years, longer than any human being or the wind that blows in the world.
Xiao Er's ancestors should be very familiar with him.
But the waiter said nothing.
Just like going crazy.
Then after I wake up, I probably won’t talk to people about a lot of things like before.
The waiter didn't even close the door, but dragged his badly beaten body back to the backyard to sleep.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat quietly on the chair by the window with his sword on his back.
But he sighed softly.
"Mo Jian Cliff Mo Jian Cliff, what hangs on a thread and depends on a single thought, how can it be just a sword?"
...
Back then, because the senior brother lived in an era when the wind smelled bitter, he took a sip of bitter wine and thought it was delicious.
So in this small town on earth.
Some people have been trapped here for more than a thousand years.
...
When Xiao Er woke up the next day, Zhang Xiaoyu was still sitting by the window.
It seems that I have forgotten those things from yesterday.
"Did I have a weird dream yesterday?"
The waiter looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "How do I know about your dream?"
The waiter nodded thoughtfully.
So he looked at the deserted wine shop and muttered: "Why is no one here to buy wine today?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat in front of the window, blowing the cold morning breeze, and asked, "Is your business doing well on weekdays?"
The waiter thought for a while and said, "I don't remember, maybe it's good, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten up so early."
As he said that, the waiter ran to the corner and looked at the stacked wine jars.
Unfortunately, it was empty, with nothing left.
So the waiter sat there doubting life.
"Is the business so good yesterday that all the wine was sold out? I have to make some more wine. How come you are making wine?"
The more Xiao Er thought about it, the more doubtful he became about life.
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly on the side and said: "You remember wrongly, you are a wine seller, you are obviously a noodle shop. Yesterday I asked you to order a bowl of noodles for me, but you were lazy and said you would order it today. "
The waiter thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. He patted his head and said with a smile: "Sorry, I fell asleep after a nap. What's going on with these wine jars?"
Zhang Xiaoyu took off the sword behind him and put it on the table. He looked out the window. The town was getting lively, but no one would come to buy wine today.
Maybe not anymore.
So he said, "Have you seen this sword of mine?"
"I saw it."
"I'm a swordsman, so I usually drink a lot of wine, and that's what I drink."
"So that's it."
The waiter suddenly realized.
"Then shall I go and get you down now? Do you want chopped green onions?"
"If you want, make it more spicy." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile.
The waiter nodded and went into the backyard to do some work.
Not long after, a bowl of steaming hot noodles arrived. The noodles were sprinkled with chopped green onions and dried chili peppers. The green and bright red colors looked extremely tempting.
Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
The waiter was busy cleaning the wine jars in the back.
"Have I lost all these wine jars to you?"
"Okay." Zhang Xiaoyu said vaguely.
So there was the sound of jars banging all over the house, the sound of Zhang Xiaoyu eating noodles, and the tinkling sound of iron being struck early in the morning through the winter morning fog outside the window.
This morning looks very beautiful.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought this way, but he probably had no money.
So he thought for a long time, looked at the waiter who was busy in the backyard, and said, "Remember to help me buy some wine at the wine shop in town. I have already paid for it before."
"okay!"
Zhang Xiaoyu took a deep breath.
Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, you are such a bastard!
After the waiter finished his work, he ran to the other side of the town and bought a jar of wine.
It seemed like he remembered something again.
"Am I still going to gossip?"
Waiter asked looking at Zhang Xiaoyu who was drinking noodle soup.
"Um."
"So when are you going to go up the cliff?"
"When it snows."
Zhang Xiaoyu said very heartlessly.
Although it is indeed because I want to give the gossip time to spread to the world.
But after all, I still have to eat and drink here.
The waiter nodded, grabbed a handful of melon seeds somewhere, and walked outside.
