Drunk for the rest of my life

It was already noon after a game of chess, and the scholar thought about going down the mountain to buy.There is not much left of the dry food that was prepared before, and I can still bring a few jars of good wine to the lunatic.

He had carefully looked at the red label of the wine, and felt that the aroma of the wine was overflowing when he was close to the madman, and he couldn't help feeling a little greedy.

An'an took a nap and went down the mountain.

When passing by the drunkard, the drunkard still kept his previous sitting posture, and there was an upside-down wine jar beside the small couch. It seemed that the jar had already bottomed out.

The man didn't look up, and the scholar didn't bother him, he went straight out of the courtyard gate and went down the mountain along the not-so-flat path.The scenery along the road is very good, and the path is very spacious.

Although the town is not very prosperous, it is still bustling with bustle and bustle. There are many shops and vendors, and the noise of selling is one after another.The scholar sighed in his heart: this is a little popular...

He walked around all the way, randomly bought some dry food, and found the madman's wine.

The wine seller is an old shop, and you can smell the strong aroma from a long distance away.Then check the red label posted by the store itself, it is indeed the word "Old Cellar".

The waiter is very enthusiastic, and when he sees business coming to his door, he greets him very attentively.Fill a glass of wine with a cup and ask him to taste it.

The scholar took it, first leaned close to smell the aroma of the wine, and then took a sip. It was really sweet and refreshing, with a long aftertaste."Good wine."

Xiaoer was very pleased with what he heard, and he dragged the scholar to talk about it, from material selection to brewing, altar installation to cellar storage.

Finally, he patted his chest and came to a conclusion: "Guest officer, you have a good taste, this is the best wine in our Yunshan Town, bar none!"

The scholar smiled, asked for two altars, and promised to come again, so he was able to get away.Before leaving, Xiao Er was still watching eagerly at the door.The scholar suspected that if he hadn't been carrying things before and his body was a little thin, the waiter in the shop would have forced two more jars.

Remembering someone, I swear in my heart: "You really are passionate..."

Holding today's income in hand, ready to go back.When passing by an armory, the boss was waiting at the door, waving to him repeatedly.

The scholar stopped, turned around, and walked towards him.It seems to have met an acquaintance.The two were chatting at the door, but they didn't go in, and they broke up after a while.There was nothing unusual about the scholar's side, except for the owner of the armory shop, bearded and staring.

Holding a heavy object, the scholar does not feel tired, and his steps are still brisk, which does not match his thin body.Follow the original path and go up the mountain.

When I returned to the yard, I saw the lunatic leaning against the dark tombstone, with his head slightly raised, as if he had fallen asleep.

The scholar stayed at the courtyard gate for a moment, frowning slightly.Then go straight past the monument alone, and go back to the house to put things away.

But in a blink of an eye, the scholar stood in front of the desk, found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to grind it.Through the sliding window in front, one can just see the figure in the courtyard and the couch beside it.

The writing is smooth, and the picture is drawn quickly.The drunkard rested his head on his hands, staring at the blank chessboard, with a little loneliness between his brows.

The scholar suddenly remembered such a sentence, "There are few people in the world with fine arts, and there are no idlers in the world." He sighed and put down his pen.

The second day, early morning.The mute came to replace the empty altar and put new wine on it.I shook my head and sighed for a while, this season of the year, I always have to be extra tossed.

He brought the food box into the house again, and left silently.He left the scholar with an old and sad figure.

The drunkard didn't move, whether he was awake or not.

Through the window, the scholar sees everything in his eyes.Inexplicably, I feel distressed, not only for the lunatic, but also for the old servant.

Moisturize the pen, and then get a picture of the drunkard according to the stele.The inscription "I don't know that the soul is broken, and there is a dream in the sky."

The scholar didn't know, but the alcoholic also had a good dream.

In the dream, his Nian'er was still there, playing chess with him calmly.Suddenly frowning and biting his lip, he didn't raise his voice, and suddenly he opened his eyes and smiled slowly.The clinging and letting go are extremely clear, even the Jiaohan Yiheng who was defeated and caught off guard was vividly and vividly real.That kid never took away the chessboard.