Nightfall Chapter 171: Songhe Tower Chronicle (Part 1)

It's only late at night...Songhe Tower is blown up...The people in the building are cleaning up, listening to Ning Que's request, embarrassedly refused, but at this time, where is Ning Que willing to leave, he He took out a thick stack of banknotes from his arms, and after thinking for a while, he only drew one out and handed it to the treasurer Shen Tao.

When he left Lao Bi Zhai yesterday, he had the mentality that he would never go back if he couldn't find Sangsang, so he brought all his most important net worth with him. Of course, he had these silver notes besides Yuan Shisanjian.

Although there is only one banknote, the shopkeeper clearly saw the denomination of the banknote, and then thought of the thick stack of banknotes that Xian Tao waved in his eyes, suddenly startled, and wanted to take it with him. The high-rollers with so many silver tickets are no longer ordinary high-rollers. They are definitely a character that Songhe Tower can't afford to offend. I dare to talk too much. He honestly accepted the silver tickets and welcomed Ning Que into the building with great respect. He settled into a private room near the window on the second floor.

All kinds of delicacies were brought into the elegant room and placed on the table. Ning Que sat at the window, watching the night sky that was wiped by the winter snow in the day, and then slowly holding a wine glass in his hand. Drinking.

The steamed meat with sprouts is the little wine in the spring mud urn. The more I drink, the more I get, Ning Que's eyes gradually narrowed, looking at the stars in the night sky, thinking about the tangled things in the past two days, holding the chopsticks in his hand Tap the wine urn, humming: "Can we see each other again? I have been begging for thousands of years in Buddha Tao..."

At this moment, a voice came from the next room: "What kind of mess is this? It's hard to hear this level is rare, and the words are completely unreasonable."

There is a terrace on the side of Songhe Tower facing the lake for guests to enjoy the scenery and take a break...Each private room has a small door leading to the terrace. At this time, it is quiet at night, and the sound only needs to be louder to pass through the doors and windows. Going to the terrace and then spreading to the neighboring private room, Ning Que's singing is the same.

Ning Que realized that there were still guests in Songhe Tower. Listening to the slightly older voice, knowing that the person should be quite young, he smiled and said, "I don't find it bad to hear... vulgar has its advantages... For example, at this time, I can’t remember anything else. The tune... but this tune can emerge at once."

The guest in the next room asked curiously: "Is this song famous?"

"Pray for Buddha."

Ning Que replied: "If I remember correctly, I should be called by this name."

The guest laughed twice, and said mockingly: "The Buddha's self-cultivation doesn't even care about world affairs, not to mention the little love of these ordinary people, young people, if you really want to avoid these people There is no other way but to avoid worries. It is better to seek yourself than to seek the Buddha."

Ning Que was a little bit interesting when he heard this. He looked from the window to the next door, wanting to see what kind of person he was drinking and having fun in the middle of the night like himself, and where he came from.

Under the starry night sky... There was a person sitting on the terrace next door. Because of the dim light, coupled with the sideways, he can't see his face, but the figure is unusually tall, even if there is a very wide chair under him...it still looks a little cramped when sitting inside.

Looking at the tall figure, Ning Que felt a little familiar, and always felt like he had seen it somewhere... But he couldn't remember it for a while, frowning and reminiscing... Then he lost a smile, thinking why he had met before, and shook his head. Sitting back in the chair, he took out the handkerchief and coughed up some blood on his lips.

The dull cough echoed on the terrace of Songhe Tower.

Ning Que took off the handkerchief and slipped it back into his sleeve. After thinking about it, he took the wine urn and chair and walked to the terrace. He looked at the tall figure not far away and said, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The man said: "It was your place."

The shopkeeper of Songhe Tower knew that the last two guests were all sitting on the terrace. They were a little puzzled because they were not afraid of the cold, but they were very careful to order people to protect themselves from the wind on the edge of the terrace.

The dim light enveloped the terrace. Ning Que could see the man more clearly, and saw that man was wearing a very expensive deductive color fox fur, with a clear face and a mustache in his jaw that floated in the wind, like He was extremely wealthy in Chang'an City, but the aura on his body had an inexplicable feeling, especially this person was obviously an old man, but he couldn't feel any oldness in his expression and temperament.

"Would you like a few words?" Ning Que asked.

The tall old man shook his head, lifted the hip flask in his hand and said: "The first thing I do when I return to Chang'an City is to drink three pots of new wine from the spring mud urn in Songhe Tower. I will not finish drinking and I am not interested in chatting."

Ning Que ignored this person, sat back in his chair and looked at the stars in the sky of Chang'an City, drinking slowly.

The old man sat in the wine, looking at the night sky behind the stars in the sky, drinking slowly.

Ning Que's drink volume is very average. If compared with Sangsang, it is like a creek to the ocean, especially since he was injured and very tired and haggard, and his eyes began to blur after not long.

The old man seemed extraordinary, like the hermits in the rivers and lakes who saw the dragons without seeing the end, but the amount of alcohol was really bad, and it didn't take long before he became drunk.

Drunk people are divided into many groups. There is the so-called martial drunkenness, which means that they want to vent their drunkenness by beating people and kicking trees and smashing the wall. There is also the so-called drunkenness. Que does not belong to these two harmony, because he can't write poems, so he just kept mumbling to himself by drinking.

The look of the old man when he was drunk is also very interesting. His bright eyes stared at the night sky behind the stars, and he kept saying something softly, as if he was speaking to the night sky, just seeing his face carved like frost. The appearance of iron... you can imagine that these words are not good words, more likely swear words.

Never faced each other, drinking next to each other, both young and old sighed at the same time.

Ning Que sighed about life.

Although he has lived in Datang for less than 20 years, but the two generations have gone through so much kneeling and grinding, there are always many places to be sighed. For example, the early people in Hebei County are more ruthless than the ghosts, and in the mountains. People are crueler than beasts, and people on the grassland are crueler than wolves. For example, it is the hardest to accept the grace of beauty, and the most painful thing in this life is to bear.

The content of the old man’s emotions is more specific. Under the general framework of unfamiliar people, it is specifically aimed at the unscrupulous boss of a certain wine shop in a county, adding water to spirits, such as burning the piano and boiling the crane. For example, Songhe Tower has also fallen into a piece of sprout steamed meat. It is not a black pig from the southern suburbs of Chang'an. Even the mud of this spring mud urn has changed its source. How can the smell of the wine smell of Huangzhou mud? .

"This is for storing wine, not for grinding ink and writing. How can you use Huangzhou mud!"

The old man waved his arms angrily, the gray beard friends flying in the night wind.

The old man’s voice became louder and louder, and it reached Ning Que’s ears. He turned his head to look at the angry opponent and said with emotion: "I really have a demand for life, but aren’t you tired like this?"

The old man frowned and looked at him displeased and said: "Since you are alive, of course you must live well."

After Ning Que was silent for a while, he smiled slightly and said, "That's the day for your old man to live a happy life, so you don't know. Sometimes, as long as you live is the greatest blessing in the world."

The old man waved his hand like a mosquito, as if he was trying to drive Ning Que's platitudes and the self-consciousness and disgusting feeling in his words from the terrace.

Ning Que was drunk at this time, just subconsciously wanting to express his feelings in life, no matter what the old man is very disdainful of him.

"I thought I was a kind of indifferent person on the post, but after I got better, I thought I was a person who directly pointed out that my heart would kill, be indifferent and ruthless, and be able to make great achievements in the world. , But it was only these two days that I found out that I was just a person who kept pretending to be house wine in the world."

"Life is like a housewife pretending to be a house wine. If you pretend to be a house wine for a long time, you will be treated as real, so any indifference and ruthlessness will be dyed by Chai Mi Yu Yan Dong as my most disdainful responsibility or habit before. It’s because I’ve been thinking since I was a child, what would she do if she didn’t have me, and then it became, what should I do without her? I can still live, maybe I can live more easily, but what’s the point? Is it easy? Get used to it. If the habit is broken, it is impossible to relax because you always feel that you are missing some important things in your life, and you always feel that your body is missing a very important part."

Ning Que turned his head to look at the old man in the chair and said with a smile, "Don’t be disgusted with the sorrowful sentiments I said. You need to know why there are always these words in the world? Because afterwards, people can always prove it through the method of harmony. It turns out that these things are really terrible things."

He lifted the spring mud wine urn, facing the bright moon that did not exist in the night sky, and said: "If you don't have it, you will not get used to it. Just like this night sky, whether it is the night sky fourteen years ago or now, no matter Is it the night sky of Weicheng or the night sky of Chang'an City. As long as there is no moon, I am not happy."

The old man became interested and looked at him and asked: ‘1 Moon...what is it? In the sky? I have never seen it before or heard anyone say it. "

"The moon is a luminous thing, sometimes it is round, sometimes it is curved, it appears in the night, sometimes it sneaks out during the day to stroll around, it is very beautiful. The moon can do many things , Such as covering the sun, engaging in the tide, turning into a werewolf..."

Ning Que looked at the old man’s expression and sighed, “I know you won’t believe that there are such things. Don’t look at me like this. Just treat me like I’m drinking too much.”

The old man said: "If it weren't for me to drink too much at this time, I must arrest you to the Qintian Supervisor, and force you to use the stuff there to look for it at night."

Ning Que mocked and said: "If you don't mention this, anyway, such a mysterious thing, a vulgar master like you with a wealth of money can't understand how to listen."

The old man was furious when he heard the words, and the journal rebuked: "Ginger is the hottest old man!"

Ning Que responded with disdain: "Leek is still tender and fragrant."

The old man is speechless.

Ning Que suddenly said: "Speak to you seriously, don't be afraid, I want to kill."

The old man looked at him in surprise and said, "You just killed two during the day, so you want to kill again?"

Ning Que was already a little drunk at this time, but he didn't hear this sentence clearly.

He looked at the stars in the night sky and said with emotion: "Sometimes I really feel that there is something wrong with my personality. Whenever I am upset, I want to kill some people.

The old man looked at him and said seriously: "There is nothing wrong with your character."

Ning Que was slightly startled, looking at him with joy and said, "Do you think so?"

The old man mocked and said: "But you have a problem with your brain."

(I have some problems in my mind, but I can barely settle the account. I will settle the account with you later.)