Yanshan Exquisite Record

The goatee picked up his hat, and pointed to a brightly lit tall flower building next door, "The name next door is Zhishang Guanghan, and my place is called Osmanthus Building. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is full of wine, Chang'e is happy in front of Guanghan's bed, what do you say?" Why is it called not returning? Of course not returning!"

"Ahem." Song Xueqiao turned to look at Pei Wunian, thinking that he was in trouble with a brothel.

Pei Wunian stood with his hands folded under a row of lanterns marked with "wine", and he didn't have the slightest intention to follow. Although his face was covered with a layer of red light like a red gauze, his eyebrows and eyes were still clear and indifferent. Feixue, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Seeing him turn his head, he glanced this way with a little doubt.

Song Xueqiao grinned at him guiltily, then turned to look at the boss, wondering, "Osmanthus Building is a good name, could it be that it becomes a pair with Zhishang Guanghan?"

The goatee smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Little brother is not from the local area."

"No." Song Xueqiao also smiled at him, "I'm visiting relatives in Jiangnan."

"It's no wonder I have to know my name, Boss Wu." Goatee looked up and looked up at the moon with an enigmatic expression. "It's easy to call it Osmanthus Flower House, because the old man's surname is Wu Minggang, and his favorite is Chang'e from Zhishang Guanghan next door."

Song Xueqiao sighed, "You are a sentimental person."

The goatee bowed his head silently, with a melancholy look on his face again, "It's a pity that the old woman didn't like me back then, and disliked my big man for not putting his career first, so I ran back in a rage and devoted myself to brewing wine, and in the end I made this bad wine. return."

Song Xueqiao smiled and said, "It turns out that there is such a saying here, it seems that it is indeed good wine not to return."

The goatee waved his hand, and smiled until he showed his teeth, "So if you come to Luoyang and don't drink or return, you won't have a good time."

Song Xueqiao didn't care whether he was talking nonsense or not, and raised his hand to slap a silver coin on the counter, "Then come to Santan first, is there a good seat in the building?"

The goatee rolled his black eyes twice, then reached out and stuffed the silver into his sleeve, bit his tongue and said, "Recently during the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone is full, but I have a good moon viewing platform here, how about it? Send two seat?"

Song Xueqiao nodded noncommittally, buckled the fan, and said in a low voice, "Can the seat be ventilated? Can it be elegant? My brother is not in a good mood today."

The goatee stared, "I'm doing big business, and I never bully foreigners. The wine is the best! The seat is also the best! It's no worse than that Guanghan Palace!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and greeted, "Chang'e, come out and take the two of you to enjoy the moon platform!"

Wine is indeed good wine, and seats are also good seats.

One terrace, a few tables and chairs, and bamboo curtains block the deep frost and heavy dew.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the underground Luoyang Night Market is full of red light, and the crowds are bustling and noisy. A small red clay stove above is warming an altar, and the sunset clouds and Yaoqin hang on the wall, and sandalwood and cinnamon are bursting together.

The proprietress, Chang'e Yangliu, has a small waist and a pretty face, hugging a dead fish-eyed rabbit and happily chewing radish with three petals. No matter how you look, she looks like the real Chang'e in the sky.

It's a pity that she is as old as Master Emei, with an incomparably kind smile and a holy light.

Before retreating, Man Shangjiu pointed to a colored thread hanging from the bead curtain, and thoughtfully instructed that it would be done if she pulled it. There was a bell hanging under the thread, so she could hear it.

Pei Wunian lowered his eyes, looking at the crowd below, still looking thoughtful.

"It's good here, quiet." Song Xueqiao turned to talk.

Pei Wunian took a glass of wine from the table and drank it without even looking at it.

"Drink it slowly. Although this wine is warm in nature, it will burn your lungs if you pour it too fast. It's enough for today." Song Xueqiao filled the small glass with a smile, and added, "But it's only for tonight, tomorrow There's nothing so cheap about it."

Pei Wunian chuckled, and held his chin in silence, the wine reflected the moon, motionless, like a mirror.

"Don't talk if you don't want to talk, drink if you want to drink, play the piano if you want to play the piano." Song Xueqiao drank a glass of wine slowly, knocked the bowl with chopsticks, took the piano from the wall, and plucked it randomly, with a sad and eerie tone.

Pei Wunian frowned at him.

The eldest son of Song didn't realize it, and the dialing under his hand became more and more cheerful, piercing the clouds and breaking the moon, but there was no tune at all.

After going on for two or three times, Pei Wunian finally couldn't help but said, "Young Master Song, I don't care if I listen to this song, but in case someone downstairs hears it, what should I do if I come up and drive them away?"

Song Xueqiao didn't care, "It's okay, you need to have fun in life to be happy, young master is in a good mood, you can do whatever you like, if they don't drive me away, I'll play, if they drive me away, I'll play in another place."

Pei Wunian shook his head, and said with a wry smile, "I came to Luoyang, but I didn't find any useful ones, but dug out unnecessary ones. After Hidden Valley, there was another orchid ring..."

The strings were stretched quietly, and the song poured like moonlight, turning into a trickle from the fingertips and flowing out slowly.

Song Xueqiao smiled and said, "I won't talk about anything else tonight, just listen to the piano and drink. Some people can't solve their knots by themselves, so I have to help."

Pei Wunian drank the wine and sighed, "What can I have in mind?"

Song Xueqiao said, "Why are you sighing if you don't have a knot in your heart? I've lived this idle life all year round. You are sneaking in from a busy schedule. It's so rare. Just relax. No matter who your aunt is, Pei Lai is your father, and old man Zhang is your master." , Yueyao is your junior sister, young master and I are your friend, these are not enough?"

You can see it on the surface, but you may not be able to get over it in your heart.

What's more, Senior Brother Pei has a boring gourd, which cannot be knocked down.

In the final analysis, it was his idea to enter the Tanhuan Tower, and it was his fault to find his aunt and learn about half of his unspeakable life experience. Mr. Song had no choice but to trick him into drinking and talking on the rooftop.

The song is still going on, just like the Lantern Night Market, brisk and smooth.

Pei Wunian put down his wine glass without looking at him, and said in a calm tone, "There is indeed some truth in what you said, but there is one thing wrong."

Song Xueqiao didn't realize it. After finishing "Flowing Water", he wanted to change to "Green Waist", but he couldn't remember the score, so he just hung up the piano again, drank to watch the moon, and raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Pei Wunian smiled and pointed to the wine jar, "Drink, I'll tell you after drinking the three jars."

No return is indeed a famous product in wine, one jar relieves worries, two jars of fugue, and three jars directly ascends to Guanghan.

Song Xueqiao didn't show his face when drinking, and he was warm and sweet like honey. When he really wanted to shut up, he was already lying on the table with the wine jar in his arms.

Senior Brother Pei seemed to have forgotten this and did not stop him.

Mr. Song suddenly remembered in a daze, like a few years ago at a banquet in Wudang, Zhang Zhongkui accepted a bundle of wild ginseng from Lu Linlin with a cheeky old face, together with Wufeng Wumiao and his party, they wanted to get the big brother drunk and set his sincerity , to see if we can get married with Yinshui Villa, but the result is that the senior brother not only was not poured out, but also bowed and left the table in a calm manner, leaving behind a table of disciples who were rickety. Incomparable.

He was also unconscious, but he still remembered the master's instructions, crawled out from under the table with the wine jar in his arms, and grabbed Pei Wunian by one of his sleeves.

The question was asked, and Pei Wunian answered it, but he just couldn't remember what he said, because just after he saw that beautiful face, when he heard half of the vague words, he fell asleep on his head and fell asleep up.

As soon as the silver bell rang, the middle-aged Chang'e arrived with a dead fish-eyed rabbit in her arms. While tidying up, she still complained, "I said, you have no sense, young man. Although this wine is good, you can't just throw it all away." Have a drink, feel better now, are you dizzy?"

Pei Wunian sighed, naturally he had nothing to say.

When he left the Osmanthus Building with the oil bottle on his back, there were already more and more people on the street. He was glaring, and he was wearing a fluffy one, which was even more glaring. A few suspicious eyes swept over him, no matter how thick-skinned Senior Brother Pei was, I also had to grit my teeth and go around into the trail.

As soon as he entered an alley, the oil bottle, reeking of alcohol, muttered and asked something.

Pei Wunian froze, stopped walking, looked down at the pale face leaning on his shoulder, "What did you say?"

"Which point...is it wrong?" Tuyouping raised his hand, not knowing what to point to, and stretched it out into the air, then let it hang down softly.

Pei Wunian sighed, "You really don't suffer."

"Quick—say!" Although Tuoyouping was delirious, he still bared his teeth and five claws with an air of vigor.

Pei Wunian's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately pressed the oil bottle to the corner of the wall. The sweet smell of no return was a bit strong when he smelled it close, Song Xueqiao finally frowned and snorted softly.

Senior Brother Pei smiled lightly, "You asked me to say it."

Song Xueqiao smiled confusedly, nodded, and still tapped his shoulder, "Say~!"

The lips were suddenly blocked, and there was no more room for resistance than last time. Song Xueqiao was drunk at this moment and turned into a pool of mud. He only knew that he was being led by the nose, opening his mouth when he was asked to open his mouth, and entanglement after being entangled.

He couldn't tell whether it was the mellow spirits in his mouth from tonight or the soft tongue of the elder brother.

The kiss was very soft, so soft that in the end he really lost his mind, softened his bones, completely stepped on the auspicious clouds to the sky, and fell asleep.

The arm suddenly tightened, and Senior Brother Pei came back to his senses a little bit. The Yunshan sword was not in his hand, so he couldn't wake himself up, so he had to lightly hammer his head, and put the oil bottle back on his shoulder.

Song Xueqiao breathed evenly, his brows and eyes trembled slightly, and it was rare to hold back his usual air, and leaned quietly.

Pei Wunian was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head in a mysterious manner, and pressed a kiss on his hot forehead like a dragonfly on water, then shook his head and dragged him to the inn.

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Incompetent to write h...... By the way, how should the plot of drag racing be played? ?