technical type

There is a dry and hot air in the spring breeze. Before summer comes, the remaining peach blossoms on the branches are gradually replaced by greenery. From the tender green to the blooming green, pieces of pink are flying and colorful on the ground. , What a paradise of fallen flowers and colorful peach blossoms.

The gurgling stream meanders through the forest, and the pink petals are not thicker than the other. Many of them fall on the surface of the water, spinning and falling with the water. Occasionally, there is a touch of green, like embellished green leaves, also falling down, carving On the emerald green of the leaves, there are small cups of wine in full bloom, and one or two petals float on some of the wine cups, adding to the elegance.

Long sleeves stretched to the ground, the hem of the loose clothes is irregular, the folds are natural and smooth, and there is a kind of charm, the long black hair is partly tied up, and the rest hangs behind, in the clothes embroidered with lush forests, bamboos, and cranes. On the robe, it looks like flowing water, the ends of the hair are falling on the hem, and the streamers flying from nowhere make the hair bend and fly.

"I heard that there is a brewer in Jun's winery who was recruited by Yidi, so he can make up the rest?"

The white fingers are slender and slender, and the well-trimmed nails are slightly pink. If the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the pink is lacking in blood, but there is another kind of pitiful beauty.

Holding the wine cup on the green leaves, the small cup pauses slightly between the lips, and the aroma hits the nostrils, the meaningful and delicate fragrance, born of peach blossoms, but even better than the fragrance of peach blossoms, in the soft taste There seems to be a touch of sweetness, like the leisurely good mood at the moment.

The petals in the cup float on the lips, gorgeous and crimson, blown away by the breeze, stained with the fragrance of wine and lips, and disappear into the sky.

"What kind of brewer, but Xiaomin, why should I be a teacher?"

The slightly contemptuous tone is full of indifference, those ordinary people, who is worthy of being called "teacher"?A small country with few people, just chatting for self-entertainment, don't care about them.

"Apart from anything else, this wine is pretty good. This bottle of peach blossom wine is made by the winemaker?"

Laughing indifferently, who cares if he is a "teacher" or not, Yelang is arrogant, he is called the lord of the country, they have to be serious?Just laugh it off.

Talking about it seriously, it flatters them instead.

"Maybe, the food is delicious, so why meet the chef?"

The voice like the breeze and the moon said with a smile, his eyes have already looked at the tops that are gradually being filled with green, the season of peach blossoms has passed, after that... what should it be?

Oops, it's really troublesome, could it be that I'm already drunk?

Su puts his hands on his forehead, and there is a tainted smile in his peach blossom eyes. Looking at this beautiful scenery of green mountains and green waters, what he thinks of is how to make the next party more exciting. I am tired of seeing the flowers.

How about, the next time you go to war on horseback, it would be good to gallop on the horse, drive the refugees to flee, gather them when they collapse, and add a few more people to the fort. tired...

The sitting posture is getting more and more improper, as if you are going to be drunk at any time, leaning on the spring, three points drunk, the sleeping wind is like a dream, the fragrance of flowers is warm, and you don't want to go back.Borrow this period of wine fragrance, end that sleepy dream.

"Drunk, drunk...no return, no return..."

If a bird sings with words, it should be envied like a fairy.

In the boundless land, the towering fortress is like a guard guarding the land, sticking out the thorns firmly, showing its bravery to the outside, and within the range of the fortress, in the peach blossom garden, drunk beside the stream The wide robe and sleeves, like the clouds in the sky, are vain and unreal, and will be overturned at any time, but it is the softest inner part of the fortress.

The person in charge of destiny may not be really outstanding, nor does he really need to be resolute and brave. Bloodlines determine that certain voices are destined to be in the hands of those who don't care.

They can't see the desolation outside the fort, they don't care about the chaos outside the fort, the wine in the glass is not exhausted, the dream is not gone, why should they care about the existence that is far away in the sky, whether it is good or bad ?

The fluttering of the long sleeves drove away the wind and broken words.

In the valley, the most eye-catching thing is the wine shop. On the waving flag is the vivid word "wine". Solve thousands of worries.

At noon the sun was shining brightly, and the rising steam seemed to be able to build a rainbow bridge beside the flag. The aroma of wine permeated the air. If you took a deep breath, it seemed that you would be intoxicated by it.

The overly sensitive child drank a couple of sips of wine from somewhere, and walked unsteadily into a courtyard. The people in the courtyard couldn't help but smile when they saw the child. love, even if...

"Guo family boy, I'm looking for your father again!"

"Yeah, Dad, Dad, where's Dad?"

Dazed and staring, rubbing his eyes like a child in a dream, trying to see something clearly, but everything in his eyes is a double image, stepping out, not knowing which one is real, reaching out to grab something What, but always caught empty.

If there was laughter in the courtyard, before the sound became louder, a cough interrupted everything, and the person who walked out of the room had a serious face, as if everyone owed him money, trying to create a majesty Like the thorny black beard, it is sharp.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, people in twos and threes unconsciously quickened their pace, and dispersed. The man brought the child into the room, closed the door, and there was another rustling sound outside.

"It's only been a few years, look how rampant he is!"

"What is this? His brewing skills are good. Otherwise, he wouldn't be chosen by the master to be the heir. We still missed a trick."

The two who walked out of the courtyard door just now whispered, and when they mentioned "Master", there were sighs on each other's faces, and the one who spoke first was not convinced: "I just can't understand him like that, look at it." In the past, that junior junior put on such a good face, humility and kindness, and no one would say "convinced" when he saw it. Even then, I didn't think there was anything wrong with him inheriting the position of master, but look at him now, no , No, it was the master who went, and he immediately changed his face, obviously we are all taught by the master, how come he is the only disciple outside? I don't believe the master will be so partial!"

"I don't believe it either, but the facts are like this. His wine-making skills are good, so we have to listen to him, otherwise?"

Most of the former senior brothers, except Guo Wen, who inherited the master's position, have left this winery like the three senior uncles back then. They may have gone to other wineries in other places, or they may have followed a noble person Go home and become a domesticated winemaker.

Like the two of them, who have no connections, don't want to leave, don't want to be raised by the family, and just want to live in this wine shop in peace, but they have become like nail households, always piercing other people's eyes, going back and forth , inexplicably feeling excluded.

However, who made Guo Wen's brewing technology really better than theirs?There is no way to seek fairness and justice, and it is only at this time that I regret the carelessness of the past. If I could be more focused, how could it be like this? If you want to create a new wine, you have to be considered one or two. They are not as good as Guo Wen's later disciples felt hot and panicked when they heard the other party's "Master Uncle".

I am afraid of comparison in everything. When I think of the three uncles who have left, they were from the perspective of disciples at that time. Knowing that those disciples would see them in the same way, even though Guo Wen didn't give them all his heart, but...

"Hey, let's endure it. Let's figure out what the master taught us. When the brewing technology improves, we won't end up with nothing."

One of them was talking, wondering if he should give his monthly money to the steward. The steward's father was a good friend of the master. In this way, they can actually get closer.

In the other person's heart, by coincidence, they also had similar thoughts, looked at each other, neither of them said anything, just waited for there to be no one in private, and then did it silently.

In the yard, the child who was about to pass out finally delivered a message from home. Guo Wen listened and was silent for a while before packing up his things and preparing to go back.Holding the child in his arms, with a jug of wine in his hand, on the way home, what Guo Wen thought of was his uncle, Guo Yuan. Every time this uncle came back, he always had to beat him up. The other reason is probably that he has gained benefits that he has not had.

In the past two years, the nephew who also joined the caravan has become a small manager. This uncle is still working on the position of a waiter, and he must feel uncomfortable. Once he returns home, he must drink until he is very drunk. He didn't hold back, he said everything, and last time he cried and talked about all kinds of things back then.

But in the past few years, the juniors of Guo's family have known about his old affairs, and their complaints are really the best portrayal of unsatisfactory life.

That is to say, people like the Guo family live a better life and their elders live longer. Otherwise, they would have kicked out such an incompetent kid who can only vent their hatred and make people more irritable. It is really...

He lifted the child up with one hand. Every time this uncle came back, Guo Wen's position was always the most embarrassing. Without him, his master Ji Mo was the one who was selected with Guo Yuan. From Guo Wen's point of view, conflicts between people are actually nothing, but from Guo Yuan's point of view, even Guo Wen complained, which made Guo Wen feel awkward.

The most embarrassing thing is that the other party always feels that he can have this future because of Ji Mo's loss of heart, so he seeks compensation from him to make up for the Guo family. In fact, Guo Wen should share half of his income. I can't take it anymore, every time after listening to this kind of argument, after humming and perfunctory, Guo Wen will get a few pinch marks on his body.

After a long time, Guo Wen was also a little tired, but he had to go home again, which was also an annoyance, so he simply used wine to send someone away. If he was drunk early, Guo Wen had time to hide in the wine shop, so it was not easy to enter. Yes, without face-to-face, there will be less trouble.

There was a commotion at home, but Guo Yuan dropped the jar of wine that Ji Juhua hid, the jar of wine brewed by Ji Mo himself, all these years, this is the only jar left.

Ji Juhua picked up the broken base from the ground, and there was still a sip of wine in it that had not been spilled on the ground. Amid the intoxicating aroma, she leaned back to drink the wine. He wiped it away with his backhand, half of his face was covered with blood, and then looked at Guo Yuan with a kind of calmness in his eyes: "Separation! There is no reason for a sister-in-law to raise a younger uncle's family. I don't owe you anything, and neither does my family." I owe you, my brother, and I don't owe you anything."

After a while of noise, the room was quiet. Guo Yuan stood there, looking at the broken wine jar and the wine that had been scattered all over the floor and gradually dried up. No one paid attention to him. He stood there alone. All these years, He himself messed up the days and faded the love.

"Why, why..." A resentment and resentment were still muttering in his mouth, but no one explained to him the truth that had been repeated countless times.He could vent his anger on others for what he did wrong, and he could keep venting his anger and hold his neck and refuse to admit his mistakes, but that's it, no one can always tolerate it.

That love is like wine, it is perishable and easy to dry, no matter how hard it is to take back.