[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Cui Song went to the "White Horse Palace" again.After questioning, he learned from the person in charge that it was Mr. who ordered the spring apricot wine according to the "merit points".

According to Baimi, the fancier of Mr. whom I just met in the barn, Mr. loves good wine. He heard that the "White Horse Hall" collected ten altars of spring apricot wine with great stamina. He went to ask about merit points. He made suggestions and contributed countless brainpower to the construction of Mazhai, and finally reached the standard of exchange.

An inexplicable scene popped up in Cui Song's mind: Mr. and Miss Chunxingjiu are in love with each other, but he himself is the dandy who steals love with a sword, and he has a guilty conscience.

Therefore, he immediately went back to the straw house arranged for him by the leader, and prepared to have the remaining eight jars of wine sent to the next door.

Before calling for help, he suddenly changed his mind.

Cui Song pushed the door and went out, crossed the fence separating the land boundary, and stepped into the small courtyard next door.

In the middle of the small courtyard next door stands a big stone, one foot high, about the size of a modern double bed.Mr. Kneeled above the stone, holding a pen with his wrist hanging, as if he was writing something.

Cui Song walked over and cupped his hands, "Brother Gao."

Mr. ignored him.

Cui Song coughed heavily.

The gentleman stopped writing and glanced at him with dignity.

Cui Song bowed again and said, "Brother Gao, can I have a drink as a favor?"

I don't know if it's because of the angle, Cui Song looked up at the gentleman on the stone, always felt that his expression was a bit weird.

"...Brother Gao?"

Hearing the question from Mr. with unclear meaning, Cui Song reviewed the sentence just now and found nothing wrong.

"Brother Gao won't give you face?"

"...That's not the case." The gentleman put down his pen and suddenly asked, "How did brother Yuan know my name?"

Cui Song felt that this question was a bit strange.Everyone in this village knows Mr., so you can find out if you just ask anyone. Why do you say "how did you know it"?Is his name still a secret?

"Tan Shicai met Brother Baimi by chance..." That Baimi respected her husband so much, and also helped him raise horses, which shows the close relationship.Since he said that his husband's name is Gao Jiya... there can be no mistake, right?

Although he believed in the judgment in his heart, out of caution, he still asked, "But what's wrong?"

The master put down the pen in his hand, supported the stone wall with his left hand, turned over, and jumped off the stone platform lightly.

He smoothed the creases of his cuffs, and said without changing his face: "Nothing."

Cui Song vaguely felt that something was wrong, Mr. had already passed him, walking towards his hut.

"Where's the wine?" Mr. climbed over the fence, turned to look at him, "still come over?"

"..."

After being in ancient times for so long, this is the first time that Cui Song has seen an anti-customer...a scholar who does not have the demeanor and restraint of Han Dynasty scholars at all.

Even Mi Heng, who is arrogant, unruly, and deviant, still retains the characteristics of today's scholars to some extent, and has never been so casual.

This informality can be called the quick-boiled egg style, which gave Cui Song the illusion that he was communicating with modern people.

He held back the excitement in his heart, stepped forward quickly, and greeted Mr.: "Hello."

The gentleman raised his eyebrows: "...the shrimp basket?"

Cui Song: "Sailor Moon."

Mister: "Slender woman and... warrior?"

Cui Song: "Naruto."

Mr.: "...the shadow of the bonfire and the forbearing man?"

Cui Song: "..."

gentlemen:"……"

Could it be the school god of the village network?

Cui Song thought to himself, and then asked tentatively, "Master Xi?"

gentlemen:"……"

Cui Song: "Tell me."

Mr.: "Say what."

Cui Song: "Give me some feedback."

Mr.: "...you want to know the length and width of the bamboo mat?"

Cui Song: "..."

He'd love to go back to 3 minutes ago and sew his mouth shut.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"forget it."

Cui Song led his husband to his straw house, opened the door and entered.

The gentleman saw eight wine jars by the wall at a glance, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "There are two more jars?"

Unexpectedly, Cui Song recognized that it was spring apricot wine at a glance, and was caught off guard by him.

After a long pause, he came back to his senses: "Drink it."

"Drink two jars for one person?" Mr.'s pair of small hook-like eyes turned around, obviously disbelieving.

"I never said that I drank it alone." Cui Song said, "Stop it, you move all the eight jars of wine, after all, you ordered it first, and I don't like to drink it."

"You don't get rewarded for nothing." The gentleman said slowly, "But if you want to buy these eight jars of wine, you still have less bargaining chips."

Cui Song felt that "Sir"'s skill of climbing as soon as he climbed a pole was simply superb.

"Sir, you worry too much. With the thickness of your skin, you may not be able to bear the weight of three hundred stones and sand."

Being stabbed by him, Mr. was not angry, instead he bowed his sleeves frankly, and said seriously: "It's better to speak ugly words first, than to plot against each other and be in the same boat. It's just that Brother Yuan didn't have such intentions. It's a villain Jiayi." The heart of a gentleman measures the belly of a gentleman. Jia is here to apologize to Brother Yuan, and I hope Brother Yuan will forgive me."

The husband apologized without warning, and his behavior seemed casual, but his eyes and tone were very serious, without any perfunctory.

With such a statement, Cui Song felt that the sentence just stabbed seemed a bit too much.

"It was because I acted improperly that I took the love first; I didn't explain the reason, which caused my husband's misunderstanding... It's normal for my husband to have doubts, and I shouldn't speak satirically."

Also apologized, Cui Song noticed a problem.

Mr.'s self-proclaimed... sounds a bit strange?

The word Jiya was pronounced by him as if singing, and the legato passed by.

Although Cui Song was a little puzzled, he never thought about it.

The husband went over to pick up a jug of wine and greeted him from afar.

"Brother Yuan said it was 'together drinking'?"

Cui Song was startled, and said with a smile, "Naturally."

Willow shoots on the moon, people make an appointment to drink together.

On a certain wide and flat stone platform in the courtyard, the two sat side by side, each holding a large wine jar, and drank together facing the moon.

The night sky is clear, the moon and stars are sparse.

Cui Song drank the wine that was not delicious to him, and looked up at the stars in the sky.

He has no research on things like astrology and constellations, but even if human beings can't explain why, they always have a kind of natural worship and yearning for the vast and magnificent things. It seems that just looking at them can make the restless heart clam down.

The gentleman next to him was also drinking in silence, and when he got bored occasionally, he and Cui Song would chat with Cui Song one after another, chatting about various people in the village from the shape of the moon. Tricky, not so much an analysis and comment, it is better to say it is a very boring complaint.Occasionally have different opinions, but it is also a pleasure.

The last jar of wine ran out, and the conversation ran out of topics, and the two started picking each other up again.

From the horoscope of birth date to the past resume, there is no logic, no particularity, and it can be called impromptu.

It was only then that Cui Song realized that his husband was only one year older than him...he was also an uncrowned pseudo-adult, but he was here pretending to be an old man, playing tricks on people.

Then, for some reason, Cui Song listened to "Gao Jiya" slurping "ji(y)a" and ate up one syllable of his own name because of habitual continuous reading. Suddenly, he was blessed and asked jokingly.

"Could it be that I misheard, Brother Ji Ya's name is actually 'Guo Jia'?"