Sao Ke is a spectator

Apart from going to the Chu Pavilion, I am also willing to go to the teahouse, just because there are a few gentlemen with particularly good books.

With a folding fan and half a pot of tea, countless anecdotes about unofficial history spit out from his mouth, and all the characters in the story come to life under the beating of the folding fan in his hand.I often have a dream at night after listening to it during the day. The plot in the dream is so vivid that I can’t tell the truth from the fake. When I wake up, I can’t wait to get into the dream again.

The banks of the Luo River at dusk are the busiest time. There are small noodle stalls set up with only a few benches and wooden tables. It is rare for anyone to stop for it, even if a bowl of noodles only costs a few coppers.The smell of noodle soup wafted across the street, people who were in a hurry took a look at it, paused and continued on their way.

These people seem to be very busy.

There are those who sell lanterns and kites, as well as those who sell tobacco powder, gouache, and bead flower headdresses. Most of the customers are young men, accompanied by a young woman, or alone.I don't know if they are husband and wife or a couple who sneaked out for a tryst. After buying the lantern, they asked the hawker for a pen. They agreed to write down the words that best expressed their hearts on the lantern, and hand in hand they put the lantern into the Luo River. middle.

The naughty children don't know how much affection and affection are hidden in it, they just pick it up with bamboo poles, and after picking it up, they hold it up through the halls and alleys.It's just that it was thrown in a corner overnight, and the dense handwriting can't make out what was written on it.

In the evening, there was a breeze blowing along the Luohe River, and the willows with golden buds were swaying and stretching in the wind. Several painting boats were floating on the river, with two bright red lanterns hanging on the prows. Although the red men and women on board were all blurred , but I think they must all be smiling.

I just bought a small jar of aged lotus stamens from Jiulong, and walked away to Luohe City without knowing it, and looked around, but there was no place where I could drink comfortably.The storyteller in the tea house had already put away his folding fan and went home. Now I want to hear those irrelevant stories, even if I have heard them several times. Otherwise, what should I find for this jar of lotus stamens?

Finally, I sat down at a noodle stall, ordered a bowl of plain noodles and asked the boss for a small bowl.

After being sealed with mud, the aged lotus stamens are mellow and thick, accompanied by a faint lotus aroma.I remember that the first time I drank this kind of wine was when I was 13 years old. The wedding banquet of my sister Daiqin used lotus pistils. I drank half of the jar that night, and I didn’t realize the benefits of wine for the first time until I finally got drunk.Maybe it's preconceived, maybe it's because I haven't drank anything else. In short, as long as I go to Jiulong in the past few years, my eyes won't look at other things. I have struggled a few times, but it must be the one I got in my hand in the end.

I poured myself a full bowl, and at this time the store's noodles were also brought over. .

The owner of the noodle shop in his forties is straight, with a half-new sweat towel hanging around his neck. There is no other customer except me. He picked the charcoal fire in the stove and added it to the pot After drinking half a ladle of water, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down.After sitting down, he smiled with me, and there were a few creases at the corners of his eyes.

"Boss, can I have another bowl?" I asked.

"of course can."

I poured wine into the empty bowl and pushed it in front of him, said with a faint smile, "I can't finish this wine by myself, if the boss doesn't like it, he can share some with me."

"Alright, there are no guests anyway." After saying that, he got up and put out the fire in the stove.

Everyone has a story. High-ranking officials and rich salaries are not necessarily happy and happy, and the lives of ordinary people are not all sorrows. Even sorrows will one day be rewritten into jokes by time.

The owner of the noodle shop talked about his past for some reason. At the beginning, he couldn’t figure out whether he was a “she” or a “he” in his mouth. Finally, he said: “That day he got married and wore big clothes. In the red wedding dress, there were many people standing beside him at that time, but he was the most eye-catching, just like the first time I saw him by the Luo River, I only saw him among so many people."

In this way, that 'he' must be 'he'.

If these words were told to others, they might be sour, but he happened to meet me, a person who picks wine but not stories.

After drinking the wine and telling the story, the boss dragged his half-drunk body and made me another bowl of wontons, saying that it was a hangover for me, and then he went to clean up the shop.

At this time, there were not many pedestrians beside the Luohe River. In the dark, a person walked into the noodle shop and sat down opposite me.

I raised my eyes and looked at him. He was about forty years old. Although his appearance was plain but decent, he had a small goatee on his chin. I reckoned he was a pedant.

He didn't order food, he just looked at me without saying a word, and after a while he took out a book with a blue background from his sleeve, and I saw the book I wrote with the tip of my eyes.

He shook the things in his hand, and said calmly, "I know you are Ye Daishu, and I came here specially to find you today."

There are many people who are looking for me, and there are many people who know that I am Ye Daishu.

"Oh." I said calmly.

Then he took out another jade bottle that was as clean as a mirror, and pushed it to my left hand: "There is a pill in it, if you eat it, you can ascend to immortality." I was choked by a mouthful of soup, and almost passed out.

I don't want to be a lunatic.

I asked: "Since you can become a fairy, why don't you eat it yourself?"

Hearing this, he smiled, and was not in a hurry to argue: "I used to be a historian in the human world. After my death, I was summoned to the Heavenly Court by the Jade Emperor and awarded the post of book-master. I have been writing the lives of mortals for thousands of years, and I am a little tired now."

"..." I listened to his nonsense without saying a word.

"On the day you were born, all the stars in the heavens disappeared, only the Palace of Destiny suddenly lit up. I observed you a lot before I realized that you were born as the times require. It is not accidental that you love to listen to people's stories and you can write good articles, but it is destiny. Because, this time I went down to the realm for this purpose."

I couldn't bear to listen to it anymore: "I don't know if destiny is destiny, and I don't care if what you say is true or not. Anyway, I am living a good life in the world. I haven't thought about ascending to immortality. You should keep this medicine for yourself." Let's go!" As I said that, I pushed the jade bottle over.

He was not annoyed, but said confidently: "This is destiny, you will be cast off your mortal bones sooner or later."

After speaking, he got up and left.

Looking at the jade bottle in my hand, I just thought it was funny. At this time, the owner of the noodle shop came over and asked me: "Just now you were talking to yourself for a long time, what were you talking about?"

A sudden chill ran down my spine.

When I went back that night, I put the jade bottle under my pillow, and every morning I would get up and take a look to deny the authenticity of that person's existence. However, whenever I put my hand into the bottom of the pillow, the smooth and cool jade bottle The bottles are all there.

There is nothing wrong with it, and if you don't eat it, you will be fine.