Listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight

It was late at night, it was the fourth watch, and it was time for the small building to proof.The guests at that table were [-] to [-] percent drunk and wanted to pay the bill and leave.

Xiaolou's wine became more mellow as he drank it. He was obviously drunk, but his thoughts became clearer.

Yan Weishu settled the bill for them, and didn't greet the guests, saying something like "walk slowly" or "come again next time".Even if there is no one there, he doesn't bother to solicit customers, on the contrary, he is willing to spend the whole day tired.He went to the counter to put down the silver and copper coins in his hand, and picked up the wine by the way.

What's the use of food if there's food but no wine?It's better to feed all the pigs.

Only myself and Yan Weishu were left on the left and right, and there were few people on the road. Who else dared to come in without eyesight?Liu Qing rolled up her sleeves, ready to show off her skills, and closed the door to drink with Yan Weishu as usual.

Yan Weishu went to the counter and put the money into the box. The copper coins and broken silver were added together, and the total was only a few taels of silver, but the sound was like jade and pearls, as if a country had accumulated in this house of broken tiles and pillars. wealth.The account signed by Mei Hong on the counter, today's tomorrow's and the day before, traced back to the source, I don't know how long it has been.

No, how many years have passed, and he has sorted out his old accounts?Why don't you let it all go and find a gold-carved treasure box when you're excited, and buy a cheap one if you don't have time, hide it, and when the lid is closed, no one will care.

Watching Liu Qing lift the door panel, the moonlight couldn't see through his body.A look of narrowness flashed in Yan Weishu's eyes, and he said softly, "Don't worry about it, the room is stuffy, let's breathe."

There are only front and rear doors in the house, and the backyard door is small, so we rely on these two door panels for ventilation.

With a bang, the door panel fell to the ground on the toes.The six-door cloth boots with a uniform white bottom and black sides are silent on the road. If you have no skills, you are not qualified to wear them.Liu Qing was almost kicked, and touched her nose resentfully, but she was willing to be summoned, and then lifted the heavy door panel and put it back in place.

The stone and brick road outside the house was wet with spring rain.

Yan Weishu put the jug, the stove, and the oil lamp on the counter on the dinner plate, and brought them to the table.

Just as Liu Qing was about to sit down, goose bumps appeared on her arms.He came back from the hot and humid south, dressed in thin clothes, bumped all the way, and was sweating profusely. At that moment, he was suddenly startled by the precipitous spring cold in the capital, and he had to say he was very embarrassed.After all, if you make a fool of yourself, you will inevitably become embarrassing.

Yan Weishu picked up a charcoal-black bamboo stick with a burnt tip and poked it into the stove. Buried underneath were all red-hot charcoal. When it was turned out, the heat was billowing, like a very bright red flower blooming, ready to burst at any time. wither.

Turn over the charcoal and heat a jug of wine over it.The restaurants and inns in the capital stopped serving hot wine a month ago. No matter how hard-spoken Yan Weishu was, he couldn't resist soft-heartedness. It was cold and clammy, how could he keep out the cold if he didn't drink it hot?Young people may think it's okay, but anyone who is a little bit older can't stand it.

Liu Qing was so greedy that Yan Weishu put it down, and he picked up the jug as if to pour it down.

Yan Weishu lazily raised his eyelids, picked up the chopsticks and tapped Liu Qing's hand: "Put it on, it's not hot yet."

Liu Qing naturally knocked him on purpose, otherwise, how could Liu Qing, who is famous for his quick punches, be knocked into his hand?Those are a pair of wonderful hands, not empty hands, but brilliant hands.

Withdrawing her hand, Liu Qing felt that the time was not good, and she couldn't do anything right tonight, so she had to find something to say: "Why did you do it yourself, where is the long-term worker? Where is the chef?"

"It's nothing, it's closing soon, let them go back first." Yan Weishu said casually, changed the direction of the chopsticks, and handed them over.

Liu Qing took it, and she was not polite, she picked up a chopstick of tripe and stuffed it into her mouth.

It's really Sai, Yan Weishu felt that he was really feeding a pig, and he pursed his lips and smiled without leaving any trace, like light, fleeting.

Liu Qing still keenly caught it, like a ray of light cast in her heart.

Yan Weishu rarely smiled, he was not young, and no one knew the exact geometry.When he laughed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like exquisite carvings, and the ruthless traces of the years were indescribable.When not smiling, Zhang Jun's face is pure and innocent, and he is a bit like a son, so he must be from a good background.

Whether you smile or not, Liu Qing thinks that this person should be on top of her heart.So what about being old, I have to blame God for not being able to meet each other when I was young.Even if Liu Qing meets him again in his seventies and eighties, he still has the same state of mind.

Watching Yan Weishu eat, Liu Qing ate a few mouthfuls of food, and just remembered to pay attention to his image, it doesn't matter if he is skinny or faceless outside, but it doesn't work here, countless bronze mirrors are erected in all directions, and every side is reflecting him The image of the old hooligan was suddenly embarrassing.

The wine was hot enough, Yan Weishu just looked at the wine, but didn't notice that Liu Qing's movements changed from rough and wild to gentle and elegant.

The plain white wine cup is like the moonlight.

It was only then that Liu Qing discovered that Yan Weishu actually took these two cups, and it was the first time she knew that there was actually a pair of these cups.

Sometimes when it was late, Yan Weishu would occasionally drink two or three glasses behind the counter or with Liu Qing, using plain white cups.

After several years of wind, frost, rain and dew, Liu Qing even felt that drinking the whole Yellow River warm as wine would not warm his spleen and stomach.Unless it's Xiaolou's wine made by Yan Weishu.Half a glass... no, one sip is enough.

The sun will definitely come out in the west today.

Liu Qing didn't expect that his treatment would become so good, not only could he monopolize the table, but he could also share the same cup with shopkeeper Yan!Liu Qing couldn't help but cling to it, as if her feet didn't touch the ground, and she talked endlessly about the cases she went out to handle, naturally she was boastful and out of tune.

The case of the Six Doors must not be disclosed, so they can only make up their own minds to entertain him.As long as Yan Weishu likes it, Liu Qing is willing to wag her tail day and night.

This journey lasted more than 20 days, and I thought about it day and night.Liu Qing felt that although Yan Weishu was always sharp-tongued, he would inevitably miss her in his heart. Whose heart is not inextricably linked?