After wandering around, Lu Fan came to a store.

This is a shabby shop with no name and a miserable source of customers. On weekdays, he makes a living by selling some small wine and side dishes. The boss is a bad old man. Lu Fan always calls him Lao Wu. This old guy always looks drunk. Today is no exception. Lu Fan has already walked to his door, and he is still sleeping in the jar of wine.

The worn tables and chairs were filled with a rotten smell. The dust was everywhere, and a few mice could be seen playing in the corner of the wall. But Lu Fan liked this place because it was quiet, without ridicule or ridicule.

"Old Wu, give me some wine."

Lu Fan knocked on the counter, and then Lao Wu opened his hazy sleepy eyes.

Looking up at Lu Fan, Old Wu stretched out his hand first, Lu Fan took out the copper plate and threw it on the counter.

Old Wu first put away the copper plate, and then handed the wine jar in his arms to Lu Fan, and said in a slightly muddy voice: "There is half left, it's a bargain. If you can't finish drinking, take it back for me."

Old Wu smiled and took out a bowl that was missing and put it on the counter.

Lu Fan took away the wine jar and bowl, found a table to sit down, poured a bowl of wine, and raised his head and sipped his mouth.

The strong wine entered his stomach from his throat, and soon Lu Fan felt his body heat up, as if a flame was burning in his body.

“Good wine.”

Lu Fan exclaimed. The second reason why he liked this restaurant was because the wine here was strong enough and was different from other places.

Old Wu smiled and said, "That's right, don't look at whose wine it is. Lu Fan, are you hit again?"

Lu Fan smiled bitterly and said, "I will not be hit one day."

Lao Wu said: "Don't say that. Don't you think it's a miracle that you can live until now? I still remember the first time you walked into my shop, you were as thin as a little monkey. You almost died. Look at you now, everything is normal."

Lu Fan laughed, Lao Wu was right. When he was a child, the doctor diagnosed him that he would definitely not live to be twelve years old, but now he has lived to be seventeen and is still fine, which is indeed a miracle.

Lu Fan turned to Lao Wu and said, "That might be your wine."

A strange light flashed in Lao Wu's eyes, and he smiled and said, "Of course, my wine is the best."

Lu Fan sighed and said, "My woman abandoned me because I am a waste."

Old Wu narrowed his eyes and said, "Then she will definitely regret it in the future."

Lu Fan chuckled and said, "Old Wu, thank you for comforting me."

Old Wu smiled and said, "Believe me, this is not comfort."

Lu Fan poured himself a bowl of wine and said, "It's a pity that I may not be able to drink your wine again in the future."

The smile on Lao Wu's face calmed down and walked over from behind the counter and said, "What's wrong? Are you leaving?"

Lu Fan nodded and said, "Yes, I'm leaving. I haven't passed the test of the Martial Arts Academy this year. I'm already seventeen years old and at most I still have the chance to have a last test next year, but the family will never let me be embarrassed. They should have put me out after this year's annual festival. I don't know where I will be put, but I will definitely never come back."

Old Wu sat down opposite Lu Fan and said, "So miserable?"

Lu Fan nodded and said, "Yes, it's so miserable. Lao Wu, I will definitely buy you a few more jars of wine when I leave and prepare it for drinking on the way."

Lao Wu said: "No problem. I will definitely prepare a few more jars for you. But I think you don't have to leave. You might as well try again next year. Maybe you can pass the exam?"

Lu Fan smiled, but his smile seemed a little sad.

"I'm not expecting this anymore."

Old Wu said: "Then you won't practice martial arts anymore?"

Lu Fan's eyes suddenly became sharp at this moment and he said, "I must be able to practice martial arts. Martial arts are everything to me. Even if I cannot condense into the power of the turbulence in this life, I am proud to be a martial artist.

Old Wu's expression changed slightly, as if he didn't expect Lu Fan to say such passionate words at this time.

Old Wu chanted lightly.

"Last night, the cold wind and waning moon, today the sad rain and snow are sad. When will the sea of ​​bitter waves stop? Drunk to relieve thousands of sorrows. Thinking of ten years of martial arts, tears flow into the cup. There is a sky in my heart and the person leaves first, who knows and who stays."

Lu Fan listened to Lao Wu's poems, with sadness in his eyes, and raised the wine jar and started drinking.

Old Wu chanted the last two sentences gently, stood up and walked back to the counter.

Use your hands to slowly take out a small jar of wine from under the counter.

"Come on, Lu Fan, drink this jar of my jar. I have saved this jar of wine for twenty years. Today, let's just stop drunk."

Lao Wu put the small jar of wine on the table.

Kaifeng, the room was filled with fragrance. Lu Fan looked at Lao Wu with drunken eyes and poured him a bowl of wine, and smiled and said, "Why is this wine green?"

Old Wu's face was calm, no longer drunk at all, and he whispered: "You've drunk too much."

Lu Fan smiled and said, "Yes, I'm drunk too much. Let me try the difference between your bowl of wine."

He raised his head and put a bowl of wine into his throat. Lu Fan only felt that it started from his throat, as if a handful of fire went straight into his chest and abdomen. Lu Fan's entire face turned red.

Old Wu poured another bowl for Lu Fan and said, "Soon drink, this wine is strong enough."

Lu Fan felt that he could not speak. After a while, he put in two words and said, "It's strong enough."

After saying that, Lu Fan drank another bowl, and this time it felt even more intense.

Lu Fan seemed to be able to hear his bones making crackling sounds, his blood and blood tumbling, and his eyes began to become blurred.

Standing up, Lu Fan said, "Old Wu, it seems that I am really drunk. No, I want to go back first."

Lu Fan walked out staggeringly, and Lao Wu looked at Lu Fan's back and said, "I remember to come here to drink it in a few days. I will keep this jar of wine for you."

Lu Fan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely come."

Old Wu smiled and said softly: "Of course you will come."

Old Wu waved his hand gently, and saw the wine jar float up like a ghost manipulation, and then fell back into the counter.

Lao Wu tapped the table regularly and sang softly with his fingers shaking his head.

"Eight thousand miles of mountains, rivers, swords and wine, nine thousand miles of sky dreams and awakening. Three cups can lead to the great road, one bucket of land to see the unity of heaven and earth. The fun in the cup of yin and yang, the love in life is in wine. I don't know who is going to the Ming Dynasty, who laughs at me, who I laugh at..."

On the way home, the north wind whistled, and the flying snow hit Lu Fan's face like a knife, but he was unaware of it.

He walked back to the Lu family shaking his body, and he could already see the door from afar.

But at this time, the center of gravity under his feet was unstable and Lu Fan fell to the ground.

Lying on the ground, Lu Fan felt that he had no strength in his body, only the heat flowing from his body.

The consciousness gradually became blurred. Lu Fan lay on the ground and did not get up. The heavy snow slowly covered his body.

A ray of light lit up from his body and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. His body let out a low whisper, and the pores of his body opened, and a stream of air was circling around him with the naked eye.
Chapter completed!