If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

Drinking and playing chess all day long, facing the snow-colored plum blossoms, listening to the sound of flute and piano.

There is no conspiracy, no sarcastic remarks, no open and hidden arrows.

An Le was almost without alcohol and passed out in such a happy life.

"I really found a Taoyuan to avoid the Qin Dynasty!"

An Le drank a glass of clear baijiu and sighed.

Recently, Mei Wuyin roughly scanned the letters sent by Baili, and roughly understood the current situation.

If you want to sum it up in one word - it's in jeopardy.

Mei Wuyin took a sip of tea and said calmly, "It's so fierce outside, how can you still sit down and drink and have fun?"

An Le chuckled, "I don't want to care about Jiangshan affairs, I dare not care about Jianghu affairs. In the end, what does it matter to me? It's better to drink a glass of fine wine and get drunk to the end of time!"

Mei Wuyin heard this, and said with a bold smile: "What a carefree person!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mei Wuyin continued: "But is it really none of your business?"

An Le paused with the hand holding the wine cup.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly chic, but also sad.

"Master, the four joys in life you mentioned back then—"

Mei Wuyin took a sip of tea slowly, "How much do you remember?"

"I remember all of them."

"I told you to do it, but did it?"

An Le pursed her lips and frowned subconsciously, Jiang Xue fished alone, "It's done."

he said in a low voice.

Mei Wuyin glanced at him and said calmly, "You didn't."

An Le was taken aback for a moment, then looked up in astonishment.

Mei Wuyin smiled slightly: "What did I order you?"

An Le replied: "Jiang Xue fished alone." He remembered it clearly.

"Do you know why it is 'independence'?"

"I don't know." This answer is very honest, and An Le really has never understood why he is "fishing alone".

Mei Wuyin waved her sleeves, put down the teacup, and threw the stove in her hand aside.

"This is the chic and unrestrained you are after, but you will never be me!"

An Le was stunned.

Mei Wuyin is indeed the person he yearns for in his heart. He has his own opinions and thoughts, and he doesn't want to go with the world, nor is he willing to be despised and trampled by others.In An Le's view, Mei Wuyin no longer really cares about anything, nothing can trip him up or hinder him, only a plum forest, a jade flute, and a guqin can satisfy him.

The look of a true hermit.

Mei Wuyin looked at Anle with a slight smile, her face was already open, revealing a different childish attachment than before.

"An Le, you will not be me, nor should you be me."

An Le looked at him silently.

Mei Wuyin sighed involuntarily and said, "It is true that everyone yearns to be unrestrained and unrestrained, but what you need is not to imitate me."

An Le was stunned, "Is this why you drove me down the mountain?"

An Le was the first to worship Mei Wuyin as his teacher, and was also the first to be driven down the mountain by him. At first he thought it was him who broke Mei Wuyin's antiques, and he was angry.

Mei Wuyin said with a smile: "Cheeky doesn't mean you scoff at everything."

An Le looked at Mei Wuyin, and suddenly felt that his smile was not as chic as he imagined.

An Le lowered his eyes and sat holding the wine cup until it got dark. Mei Wuyin had already gone back, and the dinner didn't wait for him, it was used up.

An Le, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake placed by the little boy, didn't move at all, he just muttered the words "Jiangxue fishing alone".

Xiaotong was tired of listening to his babbling, but Anle suddenly slapped the table!However, the wine cup in his hand was still held in his hand, and this slap... the wine cup shattered.

Seeing that his palm was stained with blood, Xiao Tong felt sorry for the wine cup worth an unknown amount of silver.

"Anle, that's expensive..."

An Le flicked his palm, a few drops of blood splashed out, he said nonchalantly, "A few silver taels are nothing, it's worth as much as a glass of fine wine!"

"..."

Leaving the table of fragments behind, An Le jumped up to the eaves with flying steps, took a sip from the gourd at his waist.

"What you say about 'fishing alone' is a liar!" An Le said drunkenly and indignantly, "It's just looking for a mood!"

The little boy glanced at the fragments and calculated how much silver taels they had lost after An Le came, feeling pain in his heart.

Hearing An Le's crazy words again suddenly, the little boy thought for a moment with a blank face, and ran to Yige resolutely.

Mei Wuyin smiled and listened to the boy's vivid description, instead of worrying about whether Anle might be ill, he smiled and said, "Yumu's head, which has been stuck for so many years, is finally enlightened."

After listening to Mei Wuyin's exclamation calmly, Xiao Tong calmly walked out of Yi Pavilion, and calmly stood under the plum tree to enjoy the cool breeze.

Suddenly—"Sure enough, they are masters and apprentices! Everyone is crazy! I can't understand a word you are saying! I can't understand!"

His words scattered with the wind...

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The next day.

Anle's wind and cold became more severe.

He was just about to get off the eaves, but unexpectedly he sneezed and didn't step on it firmly, so he simply fell down.

At that time, the little boy who was tending the pine trees in Yi Pavilion heard the loud noise from Xiaoyao Pavilion, and he shuddered involuntarily.

How much money will I lose this time?

The little boy was thinking tangledly.

An Le got up from the pile of dead leaves cursing, if it wasn't for the pile of dead leaves that happened to be under him, or if he hadn't slapped the ground with quick eyes and hands before landing, he would have died without a place to die.

When the boy came, he not only ignored the scar on Anle's face, but scolded him for breaking up the pile of dead leaves he had just swept together.

An Le: "..."

Mei Wuyin was sitting at the table. After finishing her breakfast, she didn't drink tea like tasting, but opened the plum blossom wine that Anle had brewed for a drink.

An Le raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you interested in drinking today?"

Mei Wuyin smiled slightly and said, "Suddenly I want to drink."

He took a sip, but frowned and said, "It's not good."

An Le snatched the jar of wine, the dark jar was very small, probably the first jar of wine he brewed by himself.

He took a sip.

"...Well, it doesn't taste good."

The taste is too sweet at the beginning, the sweetness of plum blossoms is too strong, and after tasting, it does not have the clear taste of good wine, but is cloudy, mixed with impurities, and swallowed, an indescribable bitterness is choked in the throat.

It can be said that apart from smelling very good, there is no advantage that a good wine should have.

Mei Wuyin smiled wryly: "Sure enough, children's things are not good things."

An Le snorted dissatisfiedly, "Isn't it a good thing? I'm also very satisfied with the things I made with my own hands."

Mei Wuyin shrugged and said, "That's a disease."

An Le stuck out her tongue at him, and poured down the whole jug of wine boldly.

Mei Wuyin looked at him in astonishment.

After drinking, An Le wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

astringent!Really bitter!

The bitterness is like a stick in the throat, it can't go up or down, it's indescribable, but it really makes people feel the sourness not only in the throat but also in the heart.

An Le glanced at the half-toned plum tree beside him, wondering if the plum blossom tea he brewed earlier was also so bitter and hard to suppress?

If this was the case, he was suddenly very glad that Fan Xi didn't drink that cup of plum blossom tea.

An Lelue glanced at the small wine jar in his hand with disgust.

"After all, it's your own, so of course you have to cherish it—"

When Mei Wuyin heard this, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Then you still ran to me as if you were taking refuge?"

An Le knew exactly who he was talking about.

Mei Wuyin smiled and said, "Little brat, be careful, I'm afraid that person is not as easy to get rid of as you imagined."

An Le was taken aback for a moment, the last drop of wine from the wine jug in his hand fell on An Le's skirt, staining a small piece of wine stains.What lingers in the nose is the aroma of wine and the fragrance of plum blossom, which is very sweet and greasy.

It's a bit like that sweet osmanthus cake.

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