A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a ten-year lamp in the night rain in the

[A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, the lamp of ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes] ([-])

Text/Mu Qing (Bing Shifeng)

It has been raining for several days in a small town where it rarely rains, and the light rain falls on the slippery ground, splashing little spots of water.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and the passers-by in twos and threes are also in a hurry, and they have been blurred by the rain and fog before they have time to appreciate the scenery of the rainy day.

There was no business in the tavern either, Xiaoer sat at the table and dozed off listening to the sound of rain falling on the eaves.

There was a sound of steady footsteps stepping on the water, from far to near, sonorous and powerful, awakening the half-asleep Xiao Er, Xiao Er slightly opened his eyes and raised his head to look at the door of the tavern, only to see a stern black robe The man was putting away the oil-paper umbrella and walking into the store.

The black-robed man walked to the corner, put down the sword wrapped in a soft cloth in his hand, it must be a sword, and then sat down, and greeted the still confused Xiaoer with a cold and distant voice, "A jug of wine, a catty of beef."

"Okay... okay." Xiao Er immediately sobered up and ran to the back kitchen.There are countless people from all walks of life who come to their tavern to drink and eat meat, but this is the first time that Xiao Er was frightened.He quickly brought a pot of peach blossom wine and a pound of fresh and tender stewed beef cut into a moderate thickness, and then quickly dodged to the corner, not daring to disturb the guest officer.

Xiao Er quietly looked at the sword in the corner, but he couldn't see what the sword wrapped in soft cloth looked like. He just looked at how tightly the sword was wrapped so as not to get wet in the drizzle, so he must be a swordsman with high martial arts skills.And the man in a black robe has a cold face and a chilling air, maybe he is a murderous monster... Thinking of this, Xiaoer trembled even more afraid, and withdrew his gaze and hid in the back kitchen.

In the empty tavern, only the man in black was left drinking quietly.

The black-robed man who didn't know that he was crowned with the title of the devil sat quietly, sipping meat and drinking a glass of wine, against the sound of the rain, he looked very comfortable.

He also glanced at the sword on the table from time to time, his expression softened slightly.

After a while, another person came into the tavern. The person was wearing a water-blue wide-sleeved robe, and the bamboo flute around his waist was swinging back and forth as he walked.He would come to the tavern every day, sitting for a whole day, as if he was waiting for someone, but no one came to meet him as scheduled.

The young man put away the oiled paper umbrella and put it by the door, standing side by side with another umbrella, muttering in his heart, "So there are people who go out for a drink on a rainy day." Looking around the store, he couldn't find the waiter, but he saw the black man in the corner. The man in the robe showed a shocked expression, walked over quickly, and sat down opposite the man.

The man in black had already noticed the young man when he entered the door, although he was surprised in his heart but did not show it on his face, until the young man walked over and sat opposite him, he was still as calm as before, and did not make a sound to break the silence first.

After a moment of relief, the young man asked, "Why are you here?" From the tone of the question, the two must know each other.

The man in black robe took a sip of wine, without looking at the young man, "Why can't I be here." The indifferent words overflowed from the man's mouth without any extra emotion.

The young man smiled bitterly, did not speak any more, took the extra wine glass on the table, and began to drink by himself again.

Do they have nothing more to say?The young man felt bitter in his heart. Looking back, it was not like this before. When did it become what it is now?

The young man saw the sword wrapped in a soft cloth beside the table, but he did not see the shape of the sword, but he knew that the sword was something that the man in front of him never left. He really cherished his blood lotus, because it was given by that man Bar.

The two outstanding men drank silently like this, and there was no communication between them, only the crisp sound of the wine jug and wine glass colliding lightly lingered in it.

It is said that it is a happy event to meet an old acquaintance in a foreign country, but I did not see the joy of their meeting here. Instead, the surroundings of the two are full of sorrow and bitterness, and the stories of the two are not known to outsiders.

The affairs of the rivers and lakes are known under the sword.