Drunk for the rest of my life

Another day, the drunkard fell asleep leaning against the wordless stele again, as if his dream was disturbed by the scholar opening the window.

He frowned deeply, turned his head slightly, and opened his eyes.After being stunned for a moment, he stood up, not caring about the petals falling from his body.The hair and eyelashes have morning mist.

The drunkard took today's two jars of new wine from the couch and went back to the house.The scholar still stood by the window without moving, slightly surprised that the alcoholic entered the house very rarely, almost never, that small courtyard was his prison cell.

The scholar hurried out of the bedroom to see what happened.I saw that the drunkard found a gourd from nowhere, it was not big, and the shape was quite beautiful.

The wine jar was placed on the square small dining table, and one jar was unsealed, holding a gourd in one hand, and clenched the edge of the jar with the other, pouring the wine slowly.The liquid merged into one stream and fell into the small mouth of the pot. In an instant, the aroma of wine was overflowing in the hall, and the sound of falling into the bottom of the pot also became a melody with different pitches.

Soon, the bottom of the altar will be seen.The drunkard took the trouble and poured another jar into it in exactly the same way.Keep your hands steady and don't spill a drop of wine.The gourd is also miraculous, two jars of wine seem to be able to hold it.

What made the scholar even more surprised was that after the lunatic packed his drink, he actually stepped out of the yard—the cage.

The scholar hurriedly followed, not forgetting to bring an old cellar with him before leaving.I knew in my heart that the madman was looking for a place to drink, so I went to join in the fun.I was so curious about where I was going that I was like a cat scratching, so I didn't mention it.

The lunatic knew that the man was following, but he didn't care, and walked on by himself.

There is a pond in the low-lying place behind the mountain, and there is flowing water in and out of the pond.Surrounded by other hilltops of Yunshan Mountain, only this low-lying water flows into a lake. The area is not very large, about one mu square.But it is also enough to catch snow in winter and pick lotus in summer.

There is a pavilion in the water not far from the shore, with a thatched roof and made of wood.The winding corridors are connected, slightly dilapidated.

The lunatic just entered the small pavilion, sat down with his back against the pillars of the pavilion, crossed his legs on the seat bar, uncorked the bottle, and started to drink.

The bottle cork was tied with a dark red cloth strip, hanging dangling below his fingers.

The scholar stood on the bank and hesitated whether to follow. The sun was so hot that the heat became unbearable after a while, so he also walked through the aisle and entered the pavilion.

Not bothering the drunkard, I found another wide fence to sit on, and took out my sleeves to fan the wind.

"Screenwriter, what do you say is your name?" The lunatic asked him instead, his voice was not loud, but it was deep and pleasant.

The scholar hurriedly got up and made a bow: "My surname is Xue, and the single name is one character, and the character is Fufei."

The drunkard took a sip and said casually, "Fly, good word."

The scholar knew that he would make a mistake, so he didn't correct it, but just quietly waited for his next words.A lunatic usually regards himself as nothing, and asks about it, this is the first time.

He was speechless for a while again, just when the scholar thought that the lunatic would not talk to him anymore, he heard the lunatic speak, his voice was as low as ripples in the water and spread far away.

"My name is Li Xin."

"Brother Li Xin, it's a pleasure to meet you!" The scholar hastily returned the salute, clasping his fists and bowing in a gesture of greeting.

This was also the first time he heard him call his name from his mouth.

Li Xin ignored him and turned to look at the water in a daze.

Mr. Xue has already got up, it seems not good to sit back to the original place, the two have already exchanged names, and sitting back again seems alienated.After struggling several times in my heart, I finally walked to the fence where the lunatic sat.The distance between the two was Li Xin's leg length.

The cool breeze on the water passed through the pavilion, relieving Mr. Xue from the intense heat, and the sticky thin sweat gradually subsided.

As we got closer, we could smell the strong fragrance of the old cellar wine again.

Just as he was going to get the wine jar that was placed on the other side of the small pavilion, he heard Li Xin say, "It's nice to fish?"

"It's not like I like it, but I can sit still."

After bringing the wine, Xue Zi sat in the original seat again, and returned to him with a smile: "When I was at home, I would occasionally go fishing with a person I liked very much. Most of the time, the drunken man's intention is not to drink."

Li Xin has already conjured up a set of fishing gear like a magic trick, including fishing rods, fishing baskets, and bait.

Xue Zi didn't take it seriously either, he had already seen the madman's ability, and every time he saw him throwing wine, he was already calm and at ease.

He took the bamboo pole from Li Xin and nodded.Turning around and hanging his legs outside the pavilion, he continued the conversation, but his hands kept moving.

"Some things happened later, and it was impossible for me and him to... Heh, in the following years, we will never have the chance to have this kind of leisure time again."

After all, with a beautiful wave, the hook with bait entered the water.

Li Xin didn't make a sound, and couldn't say anything.

What Xiang Fei said was in my ears, and what came to my mind was the story of a mandarin duck flying solo without a marriage between a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman.

If it were Nian'er, he would definitely mention something - just started a beginning, and stopped immediately.His thoughts, wisdom and ingenuity will not be trapped by love.

Mr. Xue opened the wine seal and tasted the wine slowly.Although it was a wine jar, it made him drink with the gentleness of pecking and drinking slowly.

Li Xin remained silent, his thoughts drifting away.

After talking about the past, Xue Zi stopped talking.Concentrate on the fishing rod, drink a little wine occasionally, and wait for the fish to take the bait.

It wasn't until sunset that the two of them packed up and went back.

Li Xin took Xue Zi's wine jar and poured it into the pot.Most of the old cellar had been gone, Xue Zi was not drunk at the moment, but he was still slightly drunk, with a ruddy complexion.

Xue Zi collected the fishing gear and lifted the fish basket.There were already two plump grass carp in the fish basket, and they jumped out of the water for a while.

Xue Zi looked at the fish basket and said happily: "The fish meat at this time is delicious, with seeds, and it is very delicious."

Li Xin didn't show any likes or dislikes, and said in a low voice, "Let's raise it in the fire room first, and hand it over to the dumb uncle tomorrow."

He walked in front, frowning deeply, with his hands behind his back, holding the wine gourd in the palm of one hand, and his fingers were just stuck on the waist of the gourd.Walking through the corridor and coming ashore, Fu stretched his brows again, mocking himself, sure enough he was overthinking.

He's just a boy who likes to make friends.