Drunk for the rest of my life

There is a cloud mountain in Tanzhou, surrounded by clouds and mist. Although the scenery is pleasant, it is not well-known.There are 73 peaks in Yunshan, one of which is extremely low and has beautiful scenery. It is close to Yunshan Town at the foot of the mountain and is very suitable for living.This peak has no name, but it is generally called Yunshan, and the story happened here.

There is a small courtyard on the mountainside, the courtyard wall is made of fine stone mixed with yellow mud, which is almost as tall as a person, and people outside the courtyard cannot see the situation inside the courtyard.There is only one tall pear tree with luxuriant branches, protruding from the courtyard wall.If the passing tourists just hit the fruiting season, they can pick the good pineapple with a little stepping and raising their hands.

At this moment, March in Yangchun is about to pass, pear blossoms are drifting with the wind, and the fragrance of flowers bursts in the cool breeze; the lonely moon is in the head, there are dark clouds around, the moonlight appears and disappears, and it seems to be raining.

It was dark all around, and even the small courtyard with a single family had no lights.

One person stood outside the courtyard wall for a while, and gently climbed over the wall.

There is a small couch under the pear tree in the courtyard, on which curled up a drunk man with disheveled hair and beard, holding a wine jar, his eyes glazed over.There is a small table in the center of the couch, with a torreya chessboard on it, and a jar of unopened new wine on the side of the small table.

Not far from the small couch, there is a lonely grave with few weeds, but it seems that someone often takes care of it.The drunk man occasionally stared at the tomb, seeming to be looking at it but not looking at it, just drinking with his head up one gulp at a time.

"Tsk tsk tsk...there really are people in this world with such deep love!"

Suddenly someone interrupted the silence, and the drunk man was startled by such a sentence.

"Nianer..."

I saw the drunk man looked up and followed the sound, leaned forward and fell down on the couch, half a jug of good wine was also cheap with his fall, and the pieces of porcelain shattered on the ground.

The person who came was a gentle, white-faced scholar, with clear features, beautiful skin, white lips and red lips, but he was handsome, gentle and a little thin.Standing on the courtyard wall, with his hands behind his back, he had a thorough look at everything in the courtyard.

"I'm dreaming again." The drunk man didn't care whether the sharp fragments would hurt him, so he crawled over on the ground, and turned around slowly when he reached the edge of the grave, lying on the grave, panting slightly, It seemed to take a lot of effort.With a hook, another jug ​​of wine on the couch flew straight over.

"How could it be you? Hahahaha..." He put the wine between his legs, lifted the mud with one hand, raised his head and took a mouthful, and rested his other hand on the grave, lightly grasping a handful of loess and rubbing it carefully.Tears rolled down the corner of his eyes, and his heart was broken - the person who would rather kill himself than leave a single thought for himself.

The scholar got down the courtyard wall, passed by the drunk, looked at it for a while, and then sat upright on the small couch.Asked: "Who is this?"

"My...in this world, the only obsession..." The drunk replied with a smile, but there was no smile in that tone.

After this question and answer, there was no words.The visitor looked at the drunk man thoughtfully.

The hatchback sat silently facing each other, and the drunk man was not surprised who was here, he just immersed himself in his own world, crying and laughing.

Outside the small courtyard, the grass grows and warblers fly, spring insects scrape and sing, making noise for the last Grain Rain solar term in spring.

The scholar sighed softly, and thought, "Drunkard..."

……

On the second day, it was spring and sunny outside.The drunkard in the room woke up slowly, slowly opened his eyelids, and looked around the room with his head turned.

The layout of the house is still the same as before, but the strange thing is that I shouldn't appear here.The drunkard was so excited that he could be dead anywhere, but Dudu didn't get a good night's sleep a few times.

I got up, sat down, and had a headache. It seemed that I really drank too much.As the quilt slipped off, he could clearly see the snow-white jacket on his body, and the few strands of hair hanging down were also smooth and black.

The drunkard hadn't seen such a neat self for a long time, so he didn't care, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, looking for his clothes.

Not a dumb man, a dumb man can't lift his own.Putting on her clothes hastily, she glanced at the bronze mirror when passing by, fortunately, the beard is still there...

Alcoholics really don't care, what could be worse than now?Whatever you want, it doesn't matter.

Get out of the door, pass the hall, and go straight to the small couch under the pear tree.There is the new wine brought by the mute.

There was a good layer of petals on the ground, gathered in twos and threes, and the petals were a little muddy. It seemed that the rain last night finally fell.The alcoholic has no impression of this at all, it seems that he really drank too much.

Standing under the pear tree is a person, not tall, with a thin back, wearing a light-colored long gown, tied up in an ordinary scholar's bun, two hairbands of the same color as the clothes and long hair are casually draped.The drunkard had spotted him since he left the hut, but he was not very curious and didn't want to talk to him.

Just looking at the back view, the drunkard felt that this person should be a stunningly talented romantic talent.

Hearing the movement, the scholar turned around.

The drunkard took the wine jar and walked to the grave.He didn't even bother to give a glance, completely ignoring the scholar.

"..."

The man sat cross-legged on the floor facing the wordless stele.When you go to Fengni, you have to drink it.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, and I never felt sorry for the clean new clothes.

"..."

Alas, whatever.The scholar ignored it, raised his hands together, and made a bow: "Xue Zi, whose name is Fu Fei, is from Yangzhou."

The drunkard ignored it.

"What's your name, brother?"

After taking a sip of wine, the drunkard looked up at him and didn't talk to him.

"Oh!" Seeing this, the scholar hurriedly explained the purpose of his visit: "I am a playwright, and I make a living by writing some story books. Passing by here, I heard that there is a wine fairy who guards the grave on the mountain, so I came to see it. I hope you don't want it." It's good to be surprised!"

"See you, get lost." The alcoholic stared at the tombstone in a daze, without any fluctuations in his tone.

"..."

The scholar is not surprised, who hasn't lost his temper yet?He only calmed down his tone, and then raised his hands in a bow: "Brother, please allow me to bother you for a few days. This story has a prototype, and there must be some details to win people's trust!"

It looks like he wants to stay.

"Up to you!" He still had a good look for a moment, and didn't bother to say a word.

"..."

The drunkard really didn't pay attention to the scholar, and just drank a jar of wine in a leisurely manner.Sometimes I raise my hand to touch the smooth stele.

The tombstone made of coal fine stone is dark and shiny, with smooth cut surfaces and finely polished edges.There is no word on the stele.

The tombstone had a strong luster in the sun, and it looked black and green. Presumably that drunkard often played with it like this.It would be fine if it was an ordinary object of black sulfur jade, but such a tombstone standing over Sen Sen's grave made people panic for no reason.

The scholar didn't bother him, and carefully looked up and down the yard.The rough and cracked bark of the old pear tree, the small stones inlaid on the courtyard wall, the round protons in the chess cup.

He went out of the yard again and walked along the path to the mountains.Walking very slowly all the way, looking at the provocative spring scenery all over the mountain, I don't know what I was thinking.It's also like a wandering tourist.

When he returned to the small courtyard, the drunkard was still sitting cross-legged in his original position.The scholar was slightly speechless, but he did not comment.I found the dry food I had prepared, sat on the small couch, and solved the basic needs of people's livelihood such as food and clothing.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun made a large cloud in the sky red; it also cast a layer of soft light on the drunkard, and the long shadow of the old man made people feel extremely gentle and inexplicably distressing.

The scholar sighed again, thinking, "Crazy."