Nightfall

It was only late at night ... The Songhe Tower was blown up ... The people in the building were cleaning up, listening to Ning Que's request, and embarrassedly refused. However, where Ning Que was willing to leave at this time, he fell from his arms After taking out a thick stack of silver tickets, after thinking for a while, he still took out only one and handed it to the shopkeeper.

When he left Lao Bi Zhai yesterday, he was in a state of mind that he could not find Sang Sang and would never go back, so he brought all the most important net worth beside him, and of course there were these silver tickets in addition to Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

Although there was only one silver ticket, the shopkeeper clearly saw the denomination of the silver ticket. Then I thought of the thick stack of silver tickets waved by Xian Tao in his own eyes. I was shocked. I wanted to carry so much silver with me. The hawker of the ticket is no longer an ordinary hawker. It is definitely the corner of Songhe Tower that can't offend. How dare to talk more, honestly received the silver ticket, and greeted Ning Que into the building with great respect, and placed him Enter the elegant room next to the window on the second floor.

The prices of various delicacies, food and water flow into the elegant room and rest on the table. Ning Que sits on the window and looks at the exceptionally fresh night sky that has been wiped over by the white winter snow. liqueur.

The steamed meat with sprouts is the little wine in the spring mud urn. The more I drink, the more my eyes narrowed gradually, looking at the stars in the night sky, thinking about the tangled things in these two days, tapping the wine with chopsticks in my hands. The urn hummed: "Can we still see each other again? I have been struggling for thousands of years in Fotao ..."

Just then, there was a voice in the next room: "What kind of mess is this? It's hard to hear that such a degree is rare, and the words are completely unreasonable."

There is a lù platform on the side of the Songhe Tower near the lake for guests to enjoy the scenery ... Each room has a small door leading to the lù platform. At this time, the night is quiet and the sound only needs to be a little louder, and it can be reached through the doors and windows. Lù Taiwan, and then spread to the adjacent elegant room, the same is true of Ning Que's singing.

Ning Que learned that there were actually guests in Songhe Tower. Hearing the slightly old voice, and knowing that the person should not be young, he smiled and said, "I don't find it unpleasant ... Vulgars also have the benefits of vulgarity ... For example, at this time the wine is in my heart and I can't think of anything else. Qu ... This tune can come out at once. "

The guest in the room next door asked curiously, "Is this song famous?"

"Pray for Buddha."

Ning Que replied: "If you remember correctly, it should be called this name."

The guest laughed twice and said sarcastically: "Buddha cultivation itself does not even care about the world, not to mention the petty love of these ordinary people, young people, if you really want to avoid these red dust troubles, except Avoiding no other way, seeking Buddha is worse than seeking yourself. "

Ning Que listened to the words a little bit interesting, and looked out from the window to the next door, wanting to see what kind of person he was drinking and having fun in the middle of the night, and where these fun came from.

Under the star of the night sky ... There was a person sitting on the stage next door. Because of the dim light, and the side, he couldn't see the face, but the figure was unusually tall, even though it was an extremely large chair underneath ... It was still a little cramped to sit inside.

Looking at the tall figure, Ning Que felt a little familiar, and always felt like I had seen it somewhere ... but I could n’t remember it on the spot, frowning and remembering for a moment ... and immediately lost my smile, thinking why I met each other, shook my head and sat back In the chair, he took out the handkerchief and covered it with chún and coughed up some blood.

The dull cough went back to the stage on the Songhe Tower.

Ning Que took off the handkerchief and put it back in his sleeve. After thinking for a while, he took the wine urn and chair and walked to the stage. Looking at the tall figure not far away, he said, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The man said, "It was your place."

The shopkeeper of Songhe Tower knew that the last two guests were sitting on the lù platform, some doubts were incomprehensible to them, but they were still very careful to order people to provoke windproof behavior on the edge of the lù platform.

The dim light enveloped the lù stage, and Ning Que made the person clearer. I saw that the person was wearing an extremely precious fox fur, with a clear face, and his jaw had to be floated with the night wind. Chang'an Cheng Da Fu is a school, but his breath reveals a sense of indecision and unclearness, especially if this person is obviously an old man, but he doesn't feel any old from his expression.

"Do you want to talk a few words?" Ning Que asked.

The tall old man shook his head and lifted his hip flask and said, "The first thing I go back to Chang'an City is to drink three jugs of Songhelou Chunni urn's new wine first. The wine is not finished and I am not interested in chatting.

Ning Que no longer ignored this person, sitting back in his chair and watching the stars in the sky of Chang'an City, drinking slowly.

The old man sat in the wine, watching the night sky behind the stars in the sky, drinking slowly.

Ning Que's wine volume is very general. If compared with Sang Sang, it is like a stream to Wang Yang, especially since he was injured and exhausted, and he didn't look away for a long time.

The old man seemed extraordinary, as if the hermits in the rivers and lakes had disappeared, but the amount of wine was really awful, and it didn't take long to get drunk.

There are so many drunken people. There is so-called drunkenness, that is, to vent people to kick the tree and smash the wall through alcohol, and there is also so-called drunkenness. These two harmony, because he can't write poems, so he just kept mumbling to himself by drinking.

The old man ’s drunken look was also very interesting. His bright eyes stared at the night sky behind the stars, and he kept talking softly, as if talking to the night sky, just to see his face as frost-like and iron-like ... It is conceivable that this remark is not good, but more likely swear.

There was no relative, drinking next to each other, the young and old sighed at the same time.

Ning Quetan is life.

Although his life in Datang is less than 20 years, the two worlds have experienced so many kneelings, and there are always many places to sigh. Ruthless, the people on the grassland are more ruthless than the wolf, and for example, it is the most difficult to bear the grace of the beauty, and the most painful in this life is reluctant.

The content of the old man's emotions is more specific. Under the general framework of the unpopular world, the specific target is the unscrupulous boss of a wine shop in a county, pouring water into the spirits and burning the crane, such as Songhelou actually degenerates a sprout steamed meat instead of black pigs in the southern suburbs of Chang'an. Even the mud of the spring mud urn actually changed its source. How can it smell of Huangzhou mud in the wine?

"This is for storing wine, but not for writing ink, how can you use Huangzhou mud!"

The old man waved his arms in anger, and the white bearded friends fluttered in the night breeze.

The old man's voice grew louder and louder into Ning Que's ears. He looked sideways at the angry partner and said with emotion, "Is it really a person who has a demand for life but are you not tired like this?"

The old man frowned and looked at him displeasedly: "Of course I should live alive since I am alive."

After a moment of silence, Ning Que said with a small smile: "It is a day for your elderly to live happily, so you don't know that sometimes, as long as you can live, it is the greatest luck in the world."

The old man waved his hands like driving out mosquitoes. It seemed that he wanted to expel Ning Que's clichés and the feeling of self-confidence and nausea in his words.

Ning Que's alcoholism is rising at this time, but he subconsciously wants to express his feelings in life where he will ignore the old man's disdain for him.

"I thought I was someone who was weak on my post, and then I got better. I thought I was the one who pointed directly at my heart and decided to be indifferent and ruthless. In the past two days, I realized that I was just a person who kept playing wine in the world. "

"Life is like playing a house wine. If you play for a long time, you will be treated as real. Any indifference and ruthlessness will also be dyed by Chai Miyouyan to my most disdainful responsibility or habit. Probably because I grew up When I was thinking about it, what would she do without me, and then it became, what would I do without her? I could still live, maybe I could live easier, but what is relaxing? I ’m used to it. If the habit is broken, it ’s impossible to relax because you always feel that you have lost some very important things in your life, and you always feel that you have lost an important part of your body. "

Ning Que turned to look at the old man in the chair and said with a smile: "Do n’t you think I ’m sour about the sour love? Why do you always have these words in the world? Because afterwards people can always prove them by various methods. Things are really terrible stuff. "

He held up the spring mud wine urn, facing the moon that did not exist in the night sky, and said, "If you don't, you won't get used to it, just like this night sky, whether it's the night sky 14 years ago or now, whether it's Weicheng The night sky is still the night sky of Chang'an City. As long as there is no moon, I am not happy. "

The old man came to interest and looked at him and asked: ‘1 moon ... what is it? In the sky? I have never seen it before, nor heard anyone say it. "

"The moon is something that glows, sometimes round, sometimes curved, it appears in the dark, and sometimes sneaks out during the day, it ’s beautiful. The moon can do many things, such as covering Cover the sun, engage in the tide, become a werewolf ... "

Ning Que looked at the old man's expression and sighed, "I know you won't believe there is anything like this. Don't look at me like this, you just think I'm drinking too much."

The old man said: "If it were not for me to drink too much at this time, I must take you to Qin Tianjian and force you to use the gadgets there to find it at night."

Ning Que sarcastically said: "If you don't mention this girl, anyway, such a mysterious thing, you can't understand how a rich vulgar master like you can hear."

The old man was furious ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ replied: "Ginger is old and spicy!"

Ning Que said disdainfully: "Leek is still the fragrance of nèn."

The old man is speechless.

Ning Que suddenly said: "Say something serious to you, don't be afraid, I want to kill someone."

The old man looked at him in surprise and said, "You just killed two during the day, but now you want to kill again?"

Ning Que was a little drunk at this time, but he did not hear this sentence clearly.

Looking at the stars in the night sky, he said with emotion: "I sometimes feel that my xìng grid has some problems. Whenever I am not happy, I want to kill some people.

The old man looked at him and said seriously: "Your xìng grid is no problem."

Ning Que was slightly startled, looking at him with joy and said, "You think so?"

The old man mocked and said, "But you have a problem with your brain." .