Plane Convenience Store

On a dark wooden table, three transparent glasses are placed one by one.

They are filled with liquids of different colors.

There are red ones, yellow ones, and colorless ones.

Obviously, these are the three bottles of wine that Kevin bought.

In order to identify the taste of different wines, Kevin poured them into three cups respectively, ready to experience what is so good about the wines that are highly praised by the people of the Old Kingdom.

After rinsing his mouth with water, Kevin hesitated, and finally chose a glass for wine.

In ancient books, wine is a famous liquor, and it is said that it is one of the favorite drinks of the nobles in the old kingdom.

Although Kevin scoffed at those corrupt nobles, he had to admit that no one could compare to them in enjoying this kind of thing.

So, imitating the way the nobles of the ancient kingdom tasted wine, he raised his glass and took a sip, then endured the discomfort in his throat, and swallowed the sour wine.

"It's not right, this wine doesn't taste good at all!" After taking a sip of the wine, Kevin couldn't understand it: "If the taste of the wine is like this, it is impossible for so many people to be crazy about it!"

"Could it be that the shop owner sold me a fake bar?"

Full of distrust, Kevin put down the glass and drank the other two kinds of wine.

As a result, the baijiu was pungent and pungent, and he almost choked up tears when he took a sip; while the beer was extremely bitter, and there was only a hint of sweetness when he swallowed it to the end. There was no such fascinating feeling at all.

This is how it happened?

Kevin was full of doubts, so he put down his glass for a while, and went to read the information he had collected before.

"Alcohol is hard to drink for beginners, but once you get used to it, it tastes like coffee, and it tastes surprisingly good."

"In addition, some people actually don't like the taste of wine. But they pursue the feeling of being in the air and forgetting their troubles after being drunk, so they like to drink."

After reading these, Kevin seemed to realize something.

He had also read this page of information before, but he had good fantasies about wine, so he ignored this information. He did not expect that this information was truly objective compared to those flattering words.

Perhaps, those praiseworthy words about alcohol are written by alcoholics?

Kevin corrected his understanding of wine again.

Well, let him try again.

With mental preparation, Kevin no longer expected the wine to be delicious when he picked up the glass again.

This time, he still tasted the wine first, sipping it one by one.

After drinking a glass, he finally tasted the sourness, sweetness, saltiness and astringency of the wine.

Surprisingly, the combination of so many flavors does not make people sick, and when he drank it for a long time, he really experienced the same feeling as when he drank coffee for the first time.

"The taste of the wine is not bad."

At this time, Kevin began to feel a little dizzy, and his face began to turn red.He thought, this is probably the taste of drunkenness.

Because there were still two glasses of wine to drink, Kevin resisted the idea of ​​resting, picked up the glass and continued to drink.

The wine that alcoholics have not been able to touch for hundreds of years is right in front of him, and it would be too wasteful not to finish it.

So, he finished tasting the bitter and sweet beer carefully.

But when drinking baijiu, he really couldn't stand the spicy taste, so he simply drank it all in one gulp. As a result, just after he finished drinking, a sense of dizziness enveloped his mind.So he staggered down on the bed, and soon passed out from drunk.

A night without dreams.

The next day, Kevin got up from the bed while holding his stiff neck.

Because he was so drunk yesterday, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes.

Of course, he didn't have time to find a pillow, so his neck ached naturally.

After waking up, Kevin didn't have time to get used to his protesting neck. He looked directly at the clock leaning against the wall. The clock showed five o'clock in the morning, and he woke up unexpectedly early.

Moreover, the dizziness and discomfort before going to bed last night were gone, but the illusion of being brought back to life.

This wonderful feeling made him intoxicated, and although he knew that drinking meant dizziness, he was willing to drink another drink for the sake of this drunken state.

"Those poets, those drunkards are not all talking about alcohol."

Kevin muttered something, left his sore neck alone, opened the notebook with one hand, and wrote down the taste of the three kinds of wine in detail.

Moreover, places that can sell wine generally know how to make wine.

Next time you go to the store, try asking the owner to change the wine.

Convenience store

Thanks to Zhao Xue's help, Lu Lu was not short of money after selling some gold.

But even if there is no shortage of money, Lu Lu will still accept some business drafts he likes, because he does not want to exchange gold for money in the future.

As for the convenience store, Lu Lu had seriously considered it.

According to the information given by my aunt, the demolition of this lot will officially begin in one and a half years.

And the nature of this convenience store is very strange, he doesn't think other convenience stores can have such inexplicable functions.

So one and a half years later, it means that this wonderful experience will be completely over.

Rather than expecting to get rich overnight by using convenience stores, it is better to make money on your own in a down-to-earth manner.

Moreover, after the convenience store was demolished, there was no burden to buy goods, and the money he earned was enough to support himself.

Except when he first opened a convenience store, Lu Lu has never been short of money since he was a child, so he has no desire for material things.As long as he can draw what he wants every day, he is very satisfied.

So, Lu Lu was waiting for the Taoist priest that night, and at the same time was thinking about the business manuscript he received during the day.

An illustration requested by a well-known writer.

As usual, the customer stated the specific requirements, and after paying the deposit, it was time for Lulu to work.

In the past, he would start drawing directly after conceiving.But after reading the client's original novel, he didn't want to start writing so easily.

He likes the world created in the book very much, so he wants to create better works.

And he also has his own ambitions, any artist wants his works to be famous in history.

Even though Lu Lu understands that thousands of paintings are produced every day, the possibility of him being remembered by history is very low, but people always have dreams, what if they come true?

Therefore, Lu Lu temporarily stopped writing for a day, and was not in a hurry to draw the painting of his employer, but counted the time, waiting for Zhao Xue's arrival——

Because of the employer's novel, the background of the story is a cruel post-apocalyptic world.

He wanted Zhao Xue's help.

If you want to draw a touching picture of the end of the world, you must have seen the real end of the world.