Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Zhang Ming glanced at the faintly visible blood on the sleeve, frowned and said, "You are seriously injured."

"This?" Shu Zihan turned his head to look at his empty right arm, and said with a smile, "It's just a small injury."

For him, it was indeed a minor injury.

That day, he suffered more than a dozen knife wounds and sword wounds. He gritted his teeth tightly and survived, but it was only a broken arm, which was really nothing to him.

Recalling the last time when he came to Jian'an City, he would scream miserably when he was randomly beaten by Gu Qingshan, even he himself couldn't believe it.

Shu Zihan stretched out his left hand and picked up the jug, as if he was not used to it, and spilled a lot of wine when he poured it.

"I'm not used to it." Shu Zihan shook his head and smiled wryly.

Zhang Ming looked at him and said, "You didn't intend to let anyone go from the beginning, did you?"

Shu Zihan still smiled and nodded.

He really didn't intend to kill his elder brother alone. In his opinion, Lan Yu's death was because of everyone in Shu Mansion, including him.

Zhang Ming looked at him, how did the young master, who wanted to lose face at the beginning, become like this.

Zhang Ming looked at his empty right arm and asked, "Is it worth it?"

"What do you think of the shopkeeper?" Shu Zihan asked back.

"It's not worth it in my opinion." Zhang Ming said honestly, Shu Zihan was a warrior, and losing an arm is equivalent to being crippled in half.

As for the Shu Mansion, it is completely possible to find an opportunity to do it again, and maybe it won't break an arm because of it.

Shu Zihan shook his head, but did not speak.

Is it worth it?

For him, it's not a question of whether it's worth it or not. He lost it, and the Shu family drove him to a dead end, for the sake of the dead girl Lan Yu, and the Jianghu that he never saw again.

But an arm, so what.

Zhang Ming didn't bring up this matter any more, and changed the subject, "I suggest you go to the city and find a doctor to bandage it up."

"Well, thank you shopkeeper." Shu Zihan nodded with a smile.

After finishing speaking, Shu Zihan picked up the wine glass, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

Lift your head and drink it.

Like the day you left, there was no hesitation.

Zhang Ming looked at him and saw that he had poured another glass of wine, but still spilled a lot.

The second cup, still without hesitation.

Shu Zihan felt a little drunk, grabbed the flagon and took a look.

"Still afraid to drink?" Zhang Ming said softly.

Shu Zihan smiled slightly and said, "Dare now."

When he left, he hesitated at the third cup, but he didn't drink it. Now that he came back here, he poured it directly from the pot.

Three cups don't know anything about the world.

The Shu family is dead, and the great revenge has been avenged. He let go of his heart, if not for this, he would not have drunk the third glass of wine.

"boom……"

The pot of drunk Shu Zihan, a tourist drunk, fell to the ground before he could finish it.

The jug fell to the side, and Zhang Ming leaned over to pick it up.

Lei Hu came over, Zhang Ming turned to look at him, and said, "Throw him at the door."

"This...isn't that good." Lei Hu hesitated.

Zhang Ming waved his hand and said, "It's all right."

Shu Zihan was placed under the eaves at the entrance of the tavern, with his back against the wall.

In the dream, there were butterflies flying all over the sky, and he was still considered that invincible son, Jin Yi rode the horse, happy and happy.

There was a snowstorm falling in the dream, she held his hand, looked at the sky, and called him husband.

There is everything in the dream, but unfortunately it is just a dream.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone talking to him, but he didn't know what they were talking about, and all he cared about was his dream.

Gu Qingshan stopped in front of the drunk Shu Zihan, and sighed softly: "I used to be as stupid as you, but you were more stupid. I dare not, but you dare. I am not as good as you."

"I admire you a little."

Gu Qingshan remembered that he had said this sentence, but he wanted to say it again today.

Zhang Ming walked to the door and looked at Gu Qingshan who was standing in front of Shu Zihan.

Perhaps, Shu Zihan did a little too much, but he dared to do it. This alone, Gu Qingshan could not do it. If not, he would not have been wandering in this world of Jian'an.

"Brother Zhang, I'm too late." Gu Qing Shan shook his head and sighed.

Zhang Ming shook his head, and retorted: "He dared to bet his life because he was stupid. There is no shortage of fools in the world, but what will happen to them."

"But brother Zhang..." Gu Qingshan turned to look at Zhang Ming, "I want to gamble too."

Zhang Ming paused and said, "Before you become a fool, think about whether you can."

Gu Qingshan was silent, Zhang Ming was right, Shu Zihan could do it, but he couldn't, because he didn't have that kind of stupidity yet, and he could only be a fake fool and a real lunatic.

"That's all." Gu Qingshan shook his head, smiled at Zhang Ming: "Brother Zhang, serve the wine."

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand and threw a gourd to Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan reached out to catch it, and poured it down with his head raised.

After a moment.

There was another drunk person at the entrance of the tavern.

Zhang Ming glanced at Gu Qingshan, and muttered: "Remember to pay when you wake up."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the tavern and ignored the two of them.

Gu Qingshan was touched because of Shu Zihan.

The current Gu Qingshan is like the old man Huang back then, hiding in this Jian'an city, when he is really willing to leave Jian'an city one day, maybe it will be the time when he really shines.

I believe that day will not be far away.

It rained lightly at noon and did not stop until the afternoon.

On such a rainy day, the guests who usually came to the tavern did not come again.

It wasn't until evening that the rain slowly stopped.

Gu Qingshan and Shu Zihan just lay down under the eaves at the entrance of the tavern and slept for a whole day.

Gu Qingshan rubbed his drowsy head, glanced at the pitch-black sky, then turned to look at Shu Zihan who hadn't woken up yet, and didn't bother him.

"It's raining?" Gu Qingshan smelled the smell of rain, the rain should have stopped for a while.

Patting the dust off his body, Gu Qingshan got up and walked to the tavern.

Lei Hu had already left, and only Zhang Ming was sitting in front of the counter, not knowing what to write.

Xiao Qi was not there either, and seemed to have gone upstairs to sleep.

Gu Qingshan leaned over and saw what Zhang Ming was writing.

"Jianghu Tavern every April..." Gu Qingshan read out.

Zhang Ming raised his head when he heard the voice, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Gu Qingshan nodded, "What is Brother Zhang writing?"

"Diary, record the past events of the tavern." Zhang Ming said.

"journal?"

"Well, one note per day." Zhang Ming said.

Gu Qingshan's eyes lit up, and he said: "Can you show me?"

"No." Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "The diary is for myself to read."

"Oh." Gu Qingshan didn't ask any more questions when he saw this.

"By the way, you haven't paid for your morning drink yet."

"..."

Chapter 147: This Was My Dream

Gu Qingshan dismissed Zhang Ming's diary, this sleep made him sleep comfortably, and it was getting late, so he ordered two pots of monkey wine.

When he walked to the door, Gu Qingshan glanced at Shu Zihan who was lying under the eaves, and saw that he left without waking up.

Not long after Gu Qingshan left, Shu Zihan woke up.

"Hiss." There was severe pain, and Shu Zihan became sober in an instant, gritted his teeth tightly, and looked over his right shoulder.

It seems that the wound was torn due to not moving for too long, but it was not a serious problem, and the pain disappeared after a while.

Shu Zihan took a deep breath, propped himself up with his left hand and stood up.

He hadn't slept for many days, because of the severe pain in his broken right arm, he couldn't fall asleep at all. It was really rare that he slept for nearly half a day.

Shu Zihan looked up at the sky, it was already dark, and he didn't expect that he had slept for so long.

Walking into the tavern, candles were lit all around, and the tavern was also a little dark.

Shu Zihan looked at Zhang Ming at the counter.

Zhang Ming also raised his head, looked at Shu Zihan, blinked and said, "Are you awake too?"

"Also?" Shu Zihan was slightly taken aback.

Zhang Ming nodded and said: "Gu Qingshan was just like you, drunk with tourists in the morning, and just left."

Shu Zihan understood, but he didn't have these memories anymore.

"You still want to drink?" Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows.

Shu Zihan shook his head and said, "No need."

Although he had never drunk it, he lost interest in other wines after drinking Tourist Drunk, and was only obsessed with Tourist Drunk.

Shu Zihan paused, and said, "I have some things here that I wanted to bury, but after thinking about it, I kept them and wanted to put them here with the shopkeeper."

"What?" Zhang Ming asked.

Shu Zihan took out a cloth bag from his bosom, opened the cloth bag, layer upon layer, and the contents inside revealed their true colors.

The gold thread folding fan and the gold hairpin.

"That's all?" Zhang Ming put down the pen in his hand.

Shu Zihan nodded and said, "There should be another piece of clothing, but it's already in tatters."

Zhang Ming thought for a while, took the cloth bag, and said, "All right."

Shu Zihan looked at those two things. They were the things he should be most proud of. "This is also my dream. Please keep it safe."

"Yes." Zhang Ming agreed without saying anything.

"I heard Gu Qingshan say that the shopkeeper is a peerless master, so I think there should be no mistakes." Shu Zihan said.

"I'm not that good." Zhang Ming denied, "And it may not be that you will ask me for it in the future."

Shu Zihan smiled bitterly, that's true, this was his dream, and the dream was broken, so what do you need these things for?

"If there is a chance, maybe." Shu Zihan took a long breath.

"Hopefully one day."

Zhang Ming looked at the golden threaded fan and the golden hairpin. The blood on it had been washed away, and it glowed with golden light.

Shu Zihan wanted to bid farewell, but only extended one hand, and couldn't help but wry smile.