Chapter 117: Drunk
Gently pulling out the cork of the wine pot, a familiar aroma of wine came to his face, and Duan Qing couldn't help but reveal a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
It seemed as if he had returned to Xiao'an City, the Woniu Inn where the aroma of wine lingered. He served this Qin wine to guests almost every day, but he had never drunk half a drop. In the past, his father always refused to let him drink it on the grounds that he was still young, but asked him to take a pot with him before leaving, which was to let him not forget his roots and forget his parents in Xiao'an City.
Now the aroma of wine is still there, but his relatives are gone!
For a long time, tears flowed down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth. Duan Qing raised his head and took a big sip of Qin wine mixed with bitter tears. As soon as the wine entered his mouth, a strong spicy feeling burst in his throat, making him instantly have the urge to vomit!
Resisting the discomfort, he swallowed the wine in his mouth. After the wine was swallowed, the spicy feeling gradually disappeared, replaced by a refreshing aftertaste, refreshing the mind and brain, with a hint of heaviness.
Only then did he understand why his father had not allowed him to drink this Qin wine before. He was too young and carefree before, and could not taste the connotation of Qin wine.
The remaining strength had not yet dissipated, so he took a second sip. Although he still felt a little uncomfortable, it was not as uncomfortable as the first sip.
After two sips of Qin wine, Duan Qing's face quickly turned red. The alcohol gradually took effect, and his eyes began to become a little blurry.
At this moment, he just regarded himself as a mortal, forgetting his cultivation, and letting the aftereffects of Qin wine take effect in his body.
Not far away, "Mr. Xue" smelled the faint aroma of wine between heaven and earth, and felt a little itchy. She was brought up by her master since she was a child. Her master was a person who loved alcohol. On weekdays, he was drunk most of the time. As a result, she also got addicted to drinking when she was very young. She and her master were two famous drunkards in the Shinto sect.
As a little drunkard, she had tasted quite a few wines. Just by smelling the aroma of wine, she knew that the small pot of wine in the guy's hand must be a good wine.
So his feet were not very obedient, and he could not help but walk along the smell of wine.
Duan Qing had already finished the third sip of wine at this moment, and was closing his eyes to savor it carefully. At the same time, scenes in his memory flashed through his mind quickly.
It was strange that he could hardly remember anything before the age of three. The only thing he could remember was running behind the young donkey in the backyard of the Woniu Inn.
Then when he was older, his father sent him to the only private school in Xiaoan City, where he studied with the teacher for several years. It was also there that Duan Qing met Wu Wen.
After studying in the private school for a few years, his family's inn business became busy, and Duan Qing also returned to the inn to help with chores, and he worked as a waiter for several years.
Although the work was tedious, it was the happiest time for Duan Qing. He lived a fulfilling life every day, and he was very proud to see the diners praising the wine and food. With the care of his parents at home, he could go to Xiaoan Mountain with Wu Wen to dig bird nests and take a shower in Xia'an River in his spare time. It was so pleasant.
The scene ended in Xiao'an City. What happened later brought him too much pain. His relatives died one after another, and he had an unattainable love with Senior Sister Su. He subconsciously didn't want to think about it anymore.
"Mr. Xue" followed the smell of wine and walked closer to Duan Qing. Seeing the man's expression of pain with a hint of joy, she suddenly became curious about what kind of thing could make a person so contradictory.
But this was not what she cared about. After she glanced at Duan Qing, her eyes stayed on the small pot of wine in his hand, and she had the urge to snatch it.
Hearing the movement in front of him, Duan Qing opened his eyes slightly and saw that "Mr. Xue" was staring at the pot. He seemed to see the diners waiting for wine in the Woniu Inn. Without thinking, he threw the pot in his hand over, and lay on the ground with the back force, with a rare trace of joy at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that this guy seemed to be stupid and actually threw the wine to him, "Mr. Xue" was overjoyed. He caught the wine pot, gently shook the remaining half pot of wine in it, took a sip of it to his nose, and couldn't help but praise it.
"Good wine!"
Then he didn't mind Duan Qing drinking it before, and took a sip directly.
"Good!"
As soon as the wine entered her stomach, even she, a little drunkard, couldn't help but praise it again. She had drunk many kinds of wine in the Middle Earth, and even drank a lot of various spiritual wines containing spiritual energy. There were also many wines that tasted better than the wine in front of her, but she had never drunk such a layered wine.
Like her master, she always believed in drinking like a cow. After a few sips, she drank half a pot of wine. "Mr. Xue" couldn't help but feel that he was not satisfied.
After pouring the wine pot for a long time, he didn't pour out a drop of good wine. Mr. Xue threw away the wine pot with some melancholy and looked at the guy lying dead beside him.
"Mr. Xue" was so drunk that he couldn't help asking.
"Um! Do you still have this wine?"
As soon as she said this, she regretted it a little, and a blush appeared on her face.
You know, in the Shinto sect of the Central Earth, she has a high status. It has always been others who beg her to please her. Except for her master, she has never begged anyone for anything.
Duan Qing was drunk at this time, thinking that she was still the waiter in the shop. In a daze, she seemed to hear someone asking for wine and muttered.
"Sir, wait a moment, it will come right away!"
"Mr. Xue" was stunned, thinking that this guy was stupid! Still a guest, thinking that he was a waiter in the restaurant?
However, looking at the drunken guy on the ground, she suddenly had an idea in her mind, and said seriously.
"Waiter, your wine is good, where do you usually put it?"
Duan Qing heard someone praising his wine, and he was quite proud and said in a daze.
"My wine is freshly brewed and kept in the backyard!"
"Mr. Xue" frowned slightly. She had tasted countless wines and knew that the wine was aged as soon as she drank it. How could it be freshly brewed!
At this time, she heard the man on the ground mumbling again.
"Hehe, I'll tell you secretly. When I was born, my father buried a lot of wine in the ground in my backyard, saying that it was for me to drink when I got married! Hehe!" After saying that, he even smiled foolishly.
"Mr. Xue" smiled immediately, and his eyes were shining as he looked at the guy on the ground.
Duan Qing didn't know how long he was drunk. In his dream, he dreamed that he was still a waiter in the Woniu Inn, busy among the diners in the lobby of the inn all day long.
But the dream eventually woke up. When Duan Qing opened his sleepy eyes, he saw a pretty face with a sweet smile.
"My name is Xue Wanyun, may I know what your name is?"
Duan Qing looked at the woman who called herself Xue Wanyun, his eyes were dull, and he was a little unable to react for a while. Then all the things that happened before came one after another. When he thought of Senior Sister Su, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart, but it was not as strong as before.
Looking at the "Mr. Xue" in front of him, no, it should be Xue Wanyun, he had a hint of vigilance in his eyes. This person deliberately didn't remind him before and harmed him. He still remembered it clearly now!