Chapter 1234
The sky is a deep darkness after the sunset, and the still moon is hidden behind the clouds. Eight hundred miles of wilderness stretches across the four borders, and when you look up, you can see the winding mountains and hills. The forests and fields are dotted among the meandering rivers, and the knee-high winter grass is still covered with round dewdrops. The evening wind blows from the southern mountains of Mount Fuji, causing ripples in the wilderness.
The flat roads that extend in all directions from east to west lead to the "Tokyo Tower" that has stood tall for hundreds of years.
The chirping of the wind and the chirping of insects have all disappeared under this towering tower. The lights on the top of the tower are turned on, and the soaring flames shoot straight into the sky, illuminating the gray land.
"Good... good wine..."
The night was already dark, and there were only a few people around. Everything became unclear through the vast night. Yang Ming was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and his steps were swaying.
The evening breeze blew up the corners of his plain white clothes and the red tassel of the wine bottle. There were vague voices in the distance. Yang Ming stared at the clear pool of clear water occupying a square area in front of him as if he was fascinated, and took a sip. He poured wine into his mouth without a sip.
This is a well-known lotus pond in Tokyo. During the summer lotus viewing season, people often come here to call friends. But in this winter, where can you see the green hibiscus flowers blooming all day long? The original jade white and lush green has now withered into dead branches and leaves, and the beautiful lotus has also lost its beauty and has been crushed into mud, thus conveying the feeling of death from heaven and earth.
In the eyes of mortals, such a scene would probably pass by without even stopping for half a second, but Yang Ming's eyes seemed to be able to travel through time and take in all the unparalleled youth. This three-thirds of the night contained seven-tenths of flowing water. Together with the wine, it enters the stomach.
Yang Ming is indeed a good drinker, but what he likes is the wine itself. The hypocrisy, subterfuge, and flattery are all annoying things, so he just got out of the drinking party set by his friend, and he also brought a bottle with him. liquor.
"Huh? Where's the wine?" He poured wine down his throat as he walked, but no wine came out of the gourd. "It's gone so soon?"
Yang Ming turned the gourd upside down and shook it down. Two hard-earned drops finally came out. He hurriedly sipped it with the tip of his tongue. Only then was he convinced that the pot of wine had been sacrificed heroically, and he couldn't help but frown.
Since there was no more wine, he got up and looked for wine outside.
"Is there a wine shop nearby?" He carried an empty gourd and a piece of grass he found in his mouth, and slowly walked towards the end of the winding alley.
Whether it was because he hadn't been here for a long time and the situation had changed, or because he was drunk and confused, he walked around the corner for several times without being able to get out. Just when he was extremely impatient, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.
"This is..." Yang Ming pondered for a moment, and suddenly a wooden door appeared in front of his eyes. It was inlaid on the cool stone wall. The golden doorknob reflected the faint light, and from between the gaps, there were wisps of something. A subtle aroma is spreading along the ground.
"Tuberose".
There are several nondescript Chinese characters written on the signboard, and a dragon is painted on the door. It is a rare spiritual creature in Tokyo. It is different from the Western dragon Yang Ming has seen before. This is an Eastern dragon, casually curled up into a ball. , tiredness lingers, and there is a bottle of wine next to it, the size of which is just opposite to the dragon's palm.
"Tuberose..." Yang Ming pondered for a moment, as if thinking about the meaning of this term, "It seems to be a name for a flower. I wonder if there will be wine?"
This thought jumped into his mind and he couldn't get rid of it. He weighed the wallet in his arms, it was heavy inside, and then he safely opened the door with the cool breeze, and the clear doorbell rang in his ears.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
Before he could turn his head to explore the source of the sound, a girl with long orange hair came up to him and said in a gentle tone: "Welcome, would you like to order something?"
Everything in Tokyo is coexisting. Even if he saw the decorations in the store that were different from ordinary stores, Yang Ming was just not surprised. He walked around the flower stand at the door, lowered his head to the boss, raised the corner of his mouth, and asked directly: "Boss, what are you doing?" Is there any wine?”
His appearance is extremely handsome, but it is different from the charm of Japanese people. He has deep eyebrows and eyes mixed with Chinese blood. His short black hair reflects a little yellow light, like a banished immortal from the sky who has fallen into the mortal world. Shen was touched by this pool of human fireworks, and even the corners of his eyes were filled with peach blossoms. His thin lips were slightly opened, and his breath smelled of alcohol.
If she were an ordinary girl, her face would not only turn red, but her cheeks would also turn red when meeting this girl. However, the tavern owner has experienced beauty and has already developed an unshakable ordinary heart. She nodded: "Of course there will be wine." .”
"That's good." There were not many guests at this time. Yang Ming ignored the inquiring eyes of others and lay lazily on the table, poking at the small ornaments on the table. "What kind of wine are there? Wine? ?”
Glow-in-the-dark grape wine cups have become very popular among the high-ranking officials in Tokyo. However, in front of Yang Ming, who drinks a lot, wine is just juice that young children use for fun. The alcohol content is too low to be tasted. It is not bad to try it in your spare time. , when the alcoholic nature is high, it is difficult to relieve the sorrow.
"Wine..." The tavern owner was stunned, "There is no wine in the store."
Wines with good taste often cost more than 300 euros, which is inconsistent with the positioning of Tuberose Tavern. And ordinary dry red wine is sour and astringent, so the tavern owner will not prepare it in the shop, except for the occasional guest who brought it back for a drink in the past. Two glasses, wine is generally not kept in the warehouse.
"Then what kind of wine do you have?" Yang Ming stared at the wooden bird chandelier above his head, fascinated by the fine workmanship. "Green bamboo leaves or white jade spring?"
These terms, which only appeared in martial arts novels, made the tavern owner stunned again. She looked confused and subconsciously turned her face to the side, "There is sake in the store, do you want to try it?"
"Green wine?" Yang Ming heard something a little confused. He waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Then try it. By the way, boss, give me two more side dishes."
"Okay!" The tavern owner, who was unknowingly led astray by Yang Ming, subconsciously agreed, "I'll get it for you right now."
"Where did this person come from?" A boy with a wretched appearance approached a boy with milky white appearance and asked in a low voice, "We don't have a film set nearby, right?"
"Isn't the ancient style popular in China now?" Naibai Xiaosheng glanced at Yang Ming. He probably followed the trend, so he calmly replied, "It's not uncommon to go out wearing Hanfu."
Although the young man said this, the wretched man still looked at Yang Ming curiously. Although this jade robe was not necessarily very luxurious, the workmanship and fabrics were extremely exquisite, and there was always a vague hint of wealth or wealth. Words, I’m afraid you’ve already fallen out of favor with Hanfu enthusiasts, right? It's just that he didn't bother to care about other people's affairs, so he shook his head and let it go.