I protect you in the name of the dragon

Chapter 11

Xiao Ruan tucked the hair hanging from her ears behind her ears, and said after a moment of silence: "I saw it by accident, I'm afraid I can't find it, I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just curious, as long as I know that there are still people who remember this Longfengzhai, I'll be happy." After speaking, the flowered cloth scarf flashed into the kitchen below.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Ruan looked at Xu Yanqing in front of her, and felt that the way she looked at her was a little strange.

Xu Yanqing smacked his lips, frowned and then let go, and said mysteriously: "A woman's sixth sense tells me that you have a problem."

"Wh...what's the problem." Xiao Ruan uttered a word calmly, then lowered her head and took another sip of tea.

"I don't know, I can't tell." Xu Yanqing said something easily, seeing Xiao Ruan's enthusiasm for the tea here, so he also took a sip curiously.

The tables and benches here are all the most primitive Eight Immortals tables, with dragons and phoenixes attached to them, and the carvings are lifelike. The windows are also carved and hollowed out, giving people a very peaceful and harmonious feeling. Xu Yanqing held the teacup in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. This teacup Different from the current ceramic cups, it has a rough appearance and a somewhat frosted feel. There is a duckling painted on the wall, which is yellow and fluffy. It feels real, and people can't help but touch it.

When Xu Yanqing raised his head, he saw that Xiao Ruan was also staring at the cup in his hand, but not at the wall of the cup, but at the bottom of the cup.

"Is there anything at the bottom of the cup?" Xu Yanqing picked up an empty cup and turned it over. There was a mark on the bottom of the cup, which looked like a seal written in an unknown font. She looked at it for a long time but couldn't see what was written, so she asked : "What is written here?"

Xiao Ruan replied calmly: "Huai Su is a character with a simple heart, a leisurely life, neither fighting nor grabbing, neither greedy nor angry."

"Huai Su?" It sounded so familiar, Xu Yanqing remembered it all of a sudden, and said in surprise, "Isn't he the grandfather of the calico turban?"

"Fine cloth turban?" Xiao Ruan waited to react, and smiled slightly: "Yes, Huai Su made the teacup and this table by himself." While speaking, Xiao Ruan put down the cup and stroked it on the table The carvings on it seem to be caressing the lover's face.

"It's all made by myself!" Xu Yanqing was a little unbelievable. These things that are more beautiful than modern furniture are all made by people!

"Well, those who are pregnant are also monks. No one knows their real names. They are good at carving, oral skills, pottery, and woodworking. A small shop, providing food and lodging, not making money, just seeking to make good friends, drink for three days with each friend, plant a peach tree, keep its name, when the peach blossoms are burning, brew it into wine, and return in the future , Fang took the altar and drank it, but he did not return for ten years, smashed the wine altar, and respected heaven and earth."

Xu Yanqing was taken aback: "What...what do you mean?"

Xiao Ruan's eyes flickered for a moment, and there was some imperceptible hurt in his eyes, and he explained slowly and calmly: "Huai Su was a monk a few years ago, and Huai Su was his monk name. No one knew that he was originally a monk. He is good at carving, ventriloquist, pottery, and woodworking. At the same time, he eats meat and is addicted to alcohol. After eight years, he was expelled from the temple and opened a shop here to provide food and lodging for visitors. He does not make money, just to make friends. Every time they make a friend, they will drink freely for three days, and then plant a peach tree. When the peach blossoms bloom, Huai Su will pick the peach blossoms and make wine to seal it up. Only when the friend comes back, will the altar be opened , if you don't return for ten years, Huai Su will take out the wine to worship the world."

"Huai Su is a monk who was kicked out of the temple!" Xu Yanqing summed it up.

"That's understandable."

Xu Yanqing pondered for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "But why did he take out the wine to respect the world?"

"That era was not as stable as it is now. In the era of war, the Japanese invaders were rampant." Xiao Ruan's tone was heavy, "Especially here, it was an important channel for trade, visitors from all over the world, whether tourists or businessmen, Be it the army or the enemy soldiers, everyone comes and goes in a hurry, working hard for their livelihood, war and tomorrow. No one knows their own destiny. Huai Su made a ten-year agreement with a hundred people. I am afraid that less than half of them will return. Whether it’s a friend or a friend, it’s just a consolation.”

I don't know why, at this moment, Xu Yanqing felt a chill in his heart, not frightened, but shocked... She had never experienced the age of war, and she didn't go into it carefully. She was born with a golden key in her mouth She has always enjoyed a superior life, the disagreement between her parents and the indifference of her family made her rebellious and domineering, and she never considered the consequences of doing things. Therefore, it was difficult for her to understand the feelings of people who work hard for their livelihood, war and tomorrow She doesn't understand Huai Su who made a ten-year agreement with her friends, but she seems to see the vicissitudes of life in Xiao Ruan's eyes... It's actually pity...

"Here comes the food." With a floral cloth turban and a floral apron, he enthusiastically brought up two plates of food, followed by another skinny young man.

When the man put all the dishes in the tray on the table, the calico turban smiled brightly and said: "The dishes are all served, please take your time."

"Thank you." Xiao Ruan didn't rush to move his chopsticks, but nodded first to thank you.

Xu Yanqing's hand holding the chopsticks and preparing to pick up the vegetables froze in the air, and finally retreated awkwardly, and thanked him politely, but he was a little stiff.

"You're welcome, eat quickly." The calico turban felt warm in his heart.

The skinny man didn't seem to be good at saying nice things, so he just smiled innocently and retreated behind the calico turban.

"Is it delicious?" the calico turban asked Xiao Ruan as he watched Xiao Ruan pick it up and chew it slowly before swallowing it.

Xiao Ruan nodded: "It's delicious." It's just that the taste of Huai Su was missing after all.

"That's good, that's good." Satisfied, the calico turban led the skinny man away.

Xu Yanqing took a big gulp and swallowed, then let out a breath slowly, so satisfied.But it was a bit dry, so I wanted to grab the porcelain jar that seemed to be holding water at hand, and was about to pour a glass, but was choked by the other hand.

"You drink this." Saying that, Xiao Ruan pushed another porcelain jar towards her.

"why?"

"This is shallow." Xiao Ruan took another cup and poured himself a cup.

"Shallow? What do you mean." Xu Yanqing picked up the can that Xiao Ruan pushed her and smelled it, and said in surprise, "Is this wine? It smells so good."

"Well, spring-sehanwengzui, also known as willow wine, is brewed from a special kind of tender grass. It is dewed in autumn and snowed in winter. The first batch of tender grass tips after the snow melts are taken and hidden in the spring soil to burn the summer heat. , and then put it into the cellar, the fragrance is strong."

Xu Yanqing's eyes lit up: "What is it called, I want to remember it!"

Xiao Ruan took a sip and said, "□□Han Wengzui, also known as Liujiu."

"Chun-Se Han Weng Zui, haha, I remember, who will dare to think that I am uneducated in the future."

Xiao Ruan didn't know what this had to do with culture, but when she saw her smile, she felt very clear. In fact, the woman in front of her was just a rebellious child, and her heart was still a pure white peach blossom... While thinking, the opposite The man poked her and asked cheerfully, "I can understand Han Weng Zui, because it was buried in spring, haha, but how do you explain that willow wine?"

Xiao Ruan explained patiently: "In the poem, Liu Duo means to stay, and Liujiu is also called Liujiu, the name Huai Su took. Whenever a friend leaves, he takes a cup of Liujiu and practices it for him. It's just a good consolation in the hope that friends will stay."

"So that's how it is." Xu Yanqing lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to caress the body of the bottle, and was in a daze: "I didn't expect that there was such a meaning in it. Was it a very sad thing for my friend to leave at that time, because... Most of them don't seem to be coming back..."

"Well, transportation, war, livelihood, birth, old age, sickness and death are all unpredictable factors."

After a moment of silence, Xu Yanqing jumped back to break away from some heavy topics, pointed to Xiao Ruan's bottle and asked, "What about yours? Is it called Huang Liang Meng? Can I have a taste?" In Xiao Ruan's newspaper Among the piles of dish names, she only remembered Huang Liangmeng.

"The dream of yellow beams is definitely not in vain. One sip is erratic, two sips are blurred, and three sips of yellow beams. The wine is quite deep, so I don't recommend you to drink it." Xiao Ruan glanced at her, saw her longing look, and sighed: "Next time, today you If you can accept a cup of Chun-Sehan Wengzui, I will allow you to drink a cup next time."

How can Xu Yanqing wait for the next time, he is a quick-tempered master.So he said: "You said one sip of erratic, two sips of mist, and three sips of yellow rice, but I watched you drink three cups and nothing happened. You must be trying to persuade me... I'll just taste it."

Xiao Ruan directly raised the wine cup to take a sip, then looked at her calmly, and smiled: "You can't imagine how much I drink...but." Xiao Ruan brought the bottle to his nose and sniffed it carefully: "Huang Liangmeng The brewing is very labor-intensive and the process is complicated, although the alcohol content is similar, but it is no longer the original craftsmanship and taste."

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Ruan smiled: "People are changing, times are changing, and wine is also changing."

Xu Yan tilted her eyes: "Can you stop beating around the bush when you speak, a fake is a fake."

Xiao Ruan shook her head: "It's not fake, it's just impure."

"Then what about me?" Xu Yanqing put the bottle directly in front of Xiao Ruan, hoping that she would smell something, and there was hope in his eyes.

Xiao Ruan felt that Xu Yanqing was a little childish and cute. She gently opened the wine bottle, trying to comfort her, and finally told the truth: "It doesn't taste like spring, summer, autumn and winter, but it is also a very good cellar wine. a little bit."

"Ah—" Xu Yan leaned back on the chair, with a look of unrequited love: "Broken, why don't you explain so much to me, and just tell me to stop looking forward to it at the beginning."

Xiao Ruan smiled and remained silent.

At this time, a shadow came out from behind, looking a little furtive.

Xiao Ruan's eyes tilted calmly, and An Ran poured another glass of wine for herself.

"Guest, how do you know so much!" The smile on the face of the calico turban was completely suppressed, and it was completely and completely surprised.

Xiao Ruan said lightly: "It's just hearsay."

"Impossible, these are all passed down to my father by my grandfather, and my father passed them on to me. My grandfather said that these wines were taught to him by a very important friend, and he doesn't say how to do it lightly."

"Oh, what else did your grandfather say?" Xiao Ruan looked up, expecting her to continue.

"My grandpa said that he had a ten-year agreement with that friend, but unfortunately that friend did not come. Grandpa said that the method of making wine should not be passed on to the outside world. It must be the only family. If one day that friend comes back and gets her Maybe, you can spread it to the outside world." Then, the face of the calico turban blushed a little, and he said embarrassedly: "But in this modern age, the method of making wine can't keep up with the demand, so at my dad's place Broken..."

"Ah—" Xu Yan fell down again after listening, with regret on his face: "I really want to drink an authentic one."

Xiao Ruan glanced at her quietly, and took a sip of wine in silence.

The eyes of the calico turban were full of surprise, and he asked: "Guest, how did you know this method?"

Xu Yanqing also raised her eyes to stare at Xiao Ruan, and she was also curious by the calico scarf.

Xiao Ruan said, "That friend of your grandpa's is my grandma."