Sealing Sword Chapter 76: Fruity
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Shen Wuyuan was silent for a long time after listening to this old story.
He is a man who loves to laugh, even if he doesn't speak, as long as his brows are raised lightly, he is a romantic one. Although years leave old marks on his body, he has also fermented his former frivolity into bone drunk.
But now, Shen Wucai lowered his eyebrows and looked only at the small silver pot on the table. It took a long time before he said: "It turns out, so."
After saying this, he picked up the small silver pot and got up, brushed past Ye Fusheng, without saying a word.
It's not indifferent, but in Shen Wudu's opinion, since Duanqing is still in the world, no matter whether he is accused or reprimanded, it is not his turn to be beaked.
Shen Wuyuan didn't want to provoke a junior. Although he was at fault, he was innocent.
It’s just that people are close and estranged. Compared with the first Ye Fusheng, Gu Qifang and Duan Qing have had a close friendship with him. Those long and wanton years are the couple who walked with him. Song Zongma, Dao Chang Lazi stroking strings, one tune one by one, the time that has passed quietly passing by.
He waited for too long, from Fenghua Zhengmao until the hero is late, but unfortunately the old man is no longer yesterday.
It was a long time after Shen Wuyou left that Ye Fusheng moved.
He stood in the same position for too long. At this time, he made a few bone noises when he moved, and the pain was a little uncomfortable. Ye Fusheng turned his head and looked at the three dolls sitting around the table, suddenly a little afraid to stay here.
Kneeling on the ground and knocking three times at Gu Qifang's doll, Ye Fusheng wiped off the ashes on his forehead, patted his clothes, walked out of the study, and walked back to the front yard.
Stayed in the study for a long time, it was dark now, Ye Fusheng walked back and forth in the courtyard a few times, and suddenly wanted to drink.
I was thinking, a faint aroma of wine wafted in the wind, not strong, but rich. What Ye Fusheng first smelled was the scent of osmanthus, after a careful aftertaste, it was a little bit drunk.
It is the best aged osmanthus wine.
His nose has always been better than a dog, and now he turns his head following the smell of wine and finds that it is floating out of the flowing breeze next door.
Shen Wuxiang moved to Qingxu Xiaozhu early. The current owner of Liufengju is Chu Xiwei, and Ye Fusheng said in his heart: "Good boy, I was still drinking a glass back then, now I can drink. No, I have to go. Take a few mouthfuls and play tricks on him."
Thinking about this, Ye Fusheng made up for Chu Xiwei's drunkenness while holding a wine jar, and smiled immediately. The depression in his chest dissipated a lot, and his eyebrows were raised unkindly.
He glanced at the courtyard wall and built it quite high, but it was not enough for him to make a leap, so he turned on the top of the wall, intending to "cause disaster from heaven" for Chu Xiwei.
However, before Ye Fusheng jumped down, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
In Liufengju's front yard, there is also an osmanthus tree.
Although the tree is not tall, it is very sturdy, with luxuriant branches and full of stars. Although it is late autumn, it only has a thin layer of flowers and leaves, and there is no slumping.
The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus came with the night breeze, Ye Fusheng looked down in a daze, and saw Chu Xiwei sitting at the small stone table under the tree cooking wine in a small stove. The smell of wine he smelled before came from here Floating out.
Hearing the movement, Chu Xiwei raised her head and looked over here, her brows wrinkled: "Why did you climb the wall at night?"
Ye Fusheng returned to his senses, no seriousness, and said with a grin: "The scenery of the whole garden can't be closed, a ray of fragrance comes out of the wall." (Note 1)
After he said this, an empty hip flask smashed towards him. Ye Fusheng turned his head and avoided. Seeing Chu Xiwei's a little uncomfortable face, he later realized what he said just now. Too much like molesting.
It is reasonable to say that it is common for men to make innocent jokes, but after all I have been his master for two years, shouldn’t be so unremarkable, let alone... Chu Xiwei likes men, so he just talks like this Some are not suitable anymore.
With a light cough to conceal the embarrassment, Ye Fusheng jumped off the wall, paced in front of Chu Xiwei, and smiled at the two hip flasks that were hot in the hot water: "You know it's a good wine by smelling it. , Ayao, you have good taste."
Chu Xiwei took a knife and cut off a long apple peel, ignoring him.
Ye Fusheng continued to have nothing to say, looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree behind him: "This tree grows gratifyingly, I am afraid it will be more than a hundred years old, than we were..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes fell on the old scratch on the thick tree trunk, and he couldn't move it anymore.
Thirteen years ago, Gu Xiao suffered a great change. Fortunately, she met Chu Yao, who was a child at the time, at the Jinshui Town Inn. Otherwise, she really didn't know what she would become in the end.
The sweet-scented osmanthus tree that grew in the backyard of the inn was his last thought of being frivolous. When he left the inn with the child by the hand, Gu Xiao could not hold back after all, and carved his own on the trunk with a knife first name.
Three-pointer in the wood, the sharpness from revealing to converging, a simple name, like a silent memorial engraved on the tombstone.
Later, he joined the Shadow Guardian. He also passed by Jinshui Town and wanted to see it. It was just that the inn was no longer a thing, and it was changed into a private house. The new owner thought that the sweet-scented osmanthus tree occupied The place is not expensive, so just don't want it.
It is said that I originally planned to cut down and make a stump. Fortunately, an outsider came here and bought the tree, uprooted it and removed it. Since then, there is no news.
Ye Fusheng thought that it would take root and grow in a new place, or be chopped into firewood and burned. He never thought that he would have another day to see it again.
His palm landed on the rough tree trunk, tracing the scratches over the years, many places were blurred, but Ye Fusheng touched it back and forth several times, and was not willing to remove his hand.
He murmured: "Why is this tree... here?"
Chu Xiwei glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to the tree, and said: "I passed by Jinshui Town six years ago. It happened that the inn was taken out, and the tree was cut down, I thought. An old tree was missing in the yard, so I simply moved it back."
He rarely lied without blushing, but Ye Fusheng didn't believe it at all.
The old tree has roots. This sweet-scented osmanthus tree has grown in that inn for hundreds of years. It is not easy to uproot it. What's more, it has to travel through mountains and rivers to move to a new house. If one fails, the root will die.
But right now this tree is growing very well, and there is no sign of the failure of being transplanted. It is even more gratifying than it was 13 years ago, which shows how much care has been taken by the people who care for it.
Ye Fusheng's gaze swept across the bucket and pouring spoon in the corner, without puncturing him, turned his head and smiled: "It met you, it was a blessing from the previous life."
Hearing this sentence, Chu Xiwei's heartbeat speeded up suddenly, turned around and sat back on the stone bench, lifted a hip flask to pour it into the cup, but Ye Fusheng caught it.
"It's not a little girl, what do you do for such a small family?" Ye Fusheng sat on the opposite side of him like a boneless, leaning back against the tree trunk, blinking, "Man, you must dry the bottle if you drink!"
After that, he raised his head and took a big sip, too fast for Chu Xiwei to stop him.
The sweet-scented osmanthus wine is mostly sweet and scented. When it comes to intoxicating, let alone burning a knife, even daughter red can throw it ten streets. Ye Fusheng wanted to tease him, "Such an adult still drinks sugar and wine", but after taking a bite, his mind was confused.
A big mouthful of wine passed through the throat. It was soft and mellow at first and not strong, but as soon as it was in the stomach, it was like boiling oil poured on a fire. The flames burst into flames, and the head suddenly buzzed in front of you. Everything has become two, still shaking.
Chu Xiwei: "..."
He did not know how to drink at the beginning, but for the past ten years, he has been mixed in the door of a hundred ghosts. The necessary wine table is indispensable. There are two drunkards, Shen Wudu and Sun Minfeng, who have also managed to drink. , Although it is not a thousand cups not to be drunk, it is possible to not fall.
He blended these two pots of wine by himself, half of which is sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and the other half is a spirit named "Heaven and Man Drunk", so-called "the gods in the sky pour a cup, and the vulgar guests will sink for a hundred years."
Chu Xiwei thought tonight that someone living next door would be unable to sleep, so she simply took a break from drunk. However, even the old wine bugs like Shen Wuyou only dared to drink this kind of wine, and Chu Xiwei didn't intend to drink it by mistake, so he blended it with sweet-scented osmanthus wine, so it was still full of stamina.
He looked at Ye Fusheng’s sudden blindfolded eyes, reached out his hand to grab the hip flask and shook it, then he sighed with his forehead—the small hip flask with the palm of his hand, drank almost to the bottom in one sip, without falling down immediately. Ye Fusheng had a lot of alcohol.
The warm current ran wildly in the limbs, and the whole body became hot, even the cold wind could not wake him. Chu Xiwei got up and poked him on the shoulder, and asked, "Are you okay? How about I help you..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Ye Fusheng squinted his drunken eyes and looked at him for a long while, then suddenly hooked his waist with a flash of electricity, and tore Chu Xiwei, who was already half a head taller than himself, to his legs. In the last hug, he touched his face grinningly: "Beauty, I am so enthusiastic!"
Chu Xiwei: "..."
His heartbeat missed half a beat, but he quickly recovered. He saw Ye Fusheng's face flushed and his eyes were very confused. He suspected that he was looking for an aunt sweeping. This drunk could open his eyes and speak nonsense. "Xishi Diaochan".
Chu Xiwei is taller than Ye Fusheng. She feels uncomfortable when trapped in his arms. She will get up as soon as she holds her hand. Unexpectedly, this drunk is not honest at all. She stretched out her hand and touched his chest and said "Huh." A cry: "Beauty, why your chest is so small and hard...hiccup, forget it, I don't dislike it."
Chu Xiwei: "..."
Ye Fusheng stood up swayingly, and he just hugged him up, pouting and kissing. Chu Xiwei's lungs are almost exploding. Seeing this guy's skillful methods, you know that you don't know how to follow How many women have fooled around.
There was evil in her eyes, and Chu Xiwei broke away from his arms and stood firm, and then pressed the drunkard against the trunk of the tree.
Chu Xiwei supported the tree trunk with one hand, and pressed the back of Ye Fusheng's head with the other, forcing him to look up into his eyes and yelled: "You see clearly who I am!"
Ye Fusheng looked at him blankly, like a goose, before he said for a while: "Ayao..."
Chu Xi breathed a sigh of relief, but it was also a pity. Before his thousands of times of emotions faded, Ye Fusheng suddenly leaned forward and took a bite on his cheek, smashing his mouth: "Why is there no meat? Up?"
The bite was not heavy, but Chu Xiwei's eyes sank.
His complexion is white, so his eyes are dark and dark, but now they are deep, and they are as broad and oppressive as the night sky, dark and dark covering the person in front of him.
Ye Fusheng is still drunk madly, holding his face in his hands, squinting his eyes and looking left and right, smiling and saying: "You are thin, do you have a bad life... Hiccup, come on , Master loves you."
He didn't seem to realize that Chu Xiwei in front of him was no longer Little Ayao. He held his face close to him and rubbed Chu Xiwei's face like a child, but he was held down by others. His head pressed heavily on his lips.
Chu Xiwei did not drink, but felt that she was more drunk than Ye Fusheng.
He held the man in his arms and kissed it almost fiercely. The wine breath passed from his lips and teeth, and he lit a fuse in his head. At that moment, he was very excited. There was no shadow and night in front of him, only invisible fireworks. Bright Sheng·Open.
Chu Xiwei likes Ye Fusheng and likes him like crazy.
Young Muai’s Qi Nian was shocked by the pain of betrayal, and was stunned by the end of life... All the dust rolled in endlessly, so many grievances and hatreds became a jar of old wine, and the dust was sealed in the unspeakable place in his heart, Yu Shi The years of life and death struggle fermented to deterioration.
Chu Xiwei always thought that she actually hated him most, until on Ye Du, he got news of his death from Chu Ziyu.
At that moment, the heavens and the earth broke apart and the souls were shocked, and the pain was beyond my heart.
He hated Ye Fusheng so much, but after knowing that the other party was not alive, he was born with indelible despair.
Then reunited in Guyang City, like Xinjiu opened the mud seal, the strong breath made him dizzy, I don't know what the eve is, let alone what to do.
Until he faced He Lianyu, Chu Xiwei knew the line of life and death, but didn't even hesitate, and stood in front of Ye Fusheng.
At that time, he understood in a daze-when you hate a person but are reluctant to hurt him, and even willing to give up your life for him, that can only show that you love him more than hate .
Unfortunately, love or hate, all kinds of affection are separated on both sides of the esteem and hatred, so you can't talk to him.
Sijun is close at hand, and the two hearts are separated by the horizon.
Chu Xiwei never thought that there would be this moment. When Ye Fusheng came up, the bank of a thousand miles was ruined on a skin blind date. He finally slapped away all the consideration and entanglement, and broke the jar to the ground. Thinking: "I'm drunk too, so be it!"
He was like a beast that finally grabbed its prey, a fire ignited in his eyes, biting Ye Fusheng’s lips, and his remaining hand fell on the man’s back, messy across his clothes Touched.
Ye Fusheng’s brain was like being put into a steamer. He was already dizzy. Now he is presumptuous, and even more so, he instinctively learns Chu Xiwei's way to pull his clothes, and his actions are not fierce. It is inferior, turning a situation of taking advantage of others into an illusion of wishful thinking.
Until Chu Xiwei pressed him on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree trunk again, Ye Fusheng was trapped in his arms, probably because he felt that this posture was uncomfortable, and he had to kick his legs up, but he was caught in the bend of his legs and cheated even more. A little closer.
Chu Xiwei's mind was buzzing, he knew that he was doing this with an unethical and indecent, but he couldn't control himself and he couldn't help himself.
He stared at Ye Fusheng with fiery eyes, desperately to calm his breath, and slowly let go and back away.
Suddenly, one hand picked up a strand of his hair, Ye Fusheng approached, drunkly and dimly said: "A Yao, you are so young... why do you have white hair?"
Chu Xiwei was startled. Seeing that he didn't look sober, she didn't dare to pull it hard, so she had to let him hold it.
Fortunately, Ye Fusheng quickly let go, touched his hair again, and said, "I have it too. I pulled out two of them yesterday... People, this life is so fast."
In the blink of an eye, the white horse passed the gap, even if he lived for a hundred years, it was just a close and open eye, and the time was wasted instantly.
Ye Fusheng is more than eight years older than him. He is no longer a young man. Even Chu Xiwei herself sometimes looks at Qin Lanshang, giving birth to the illusion of being "old".
He waited for Ye Fusheng for ten years.
How many ten years have been in this life?
Ye Fusheng didn't realize it. After he said this, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Chu Xiwei caught him, feeling the warm breath in his arms.
He hugged the person horizontally and stared at that face for a long while, after all he couldn't hold back, bowed his head and kissed Ye's eyes.
The tumultuous mood suddenly calmed down.
Chu Xiwei let Ye Fusheng rest her head on her shoulder, muttering: "It's me, I lost..."