The people in Sufu thought that their son-in-law had fallen into evil, and since he went to Guhuangzhai a few days ago to buy a wine pot and came back, she was a drunkard, and he no longer touched half a drop of wine at home, and he was no longer seen in places like Wanhualou, an antique shop.He often said that "useless is a scholar", and one night he actually held a book of poems and studied it under the lamp for a long time.Moreover, he often ran out of the door when he didn't have a good breakfast, and when he returned, he was awake, but there was always a good smell of wine on his body.Su Qiuchi has always believed that what attracted him to run into the purple bamboo forest again and again was only the wine made by the unidentified immortal Jiuju.Li Huai thought the same way.A mistake, a pot of wine, connected three people who had nothing to do with each other.The sky is high and the clouds are wide, the sun is warm and the mountains are green, and in the dwelling place of the paradise of the Nine Heavens, the fragrance of wine is lingering all day long, and the melodious flute sound is heard from time to time.Sometimes in the bamboo house, a small stove is burned, and the mountain treasures from Lanting are put in it and boiled warmly, the three of them eat and drink slowly, Su Qiuchi and Li Huai always fight with chopsticks, and never give in, Jiuju will take advantage of their trouble, pick up the biggest and freshest wild mushrooms to eat, Lanting always does not eat, just stands aside and sneers; Sometimes in the courtyard outside, spread out a reed mat on the ground, cups and plates, casually put away, a few people do not talk about any etiquette and manners, or sit or lie down, even chopsticks do not use, grab the fragrant braised beef and put it directly in the mouth, how to do it freely, the heart is not worldly, the line is unrestrained, in the seemingly formless laughter, said that the ancient sage, on today's market, the world is full of strange news, full of fun.When he said that he was in high spirits, Su Qiuchi would fall to the ground and kick his legs and laugh, not even knowing that his shoes were thrown out.It's fun here, not thinking about it.Although Su Qiuchi and Li Huai never said this, their expressions and eyes were clearly written.They like this place, they like the wine of Jiuju, and they seem to like Jiuju as a person.After many times, Su Qiuchi and Li Huai looked at each other again, and they didn't seem to be as hostile as before.Although they were still bickering, although Li Huai was still doing the trick of digging a hole in the ground to trick Su Qiuchi into falling into, although Su Qiuchi was also doing the trick of secretly pouring half a jar of salt into Li Huai's wine jug, it all seemed to have turned into a kind of fun.There was once an evening, after three rounds of wine, the sunset in the distance was just right, a touch of brilliant gold, like the waves of the sea rose and fell layer by layer, with the mouth of the slow and distant hand, put the landscape in front of you into the beautiful and picturesque lines.Jiuju took his bamboo flute, lazily leaned on the trunk of the laurel tree, his blue hair was smart, his clothes were lightly raised, his thin lips were slightly opened, and a verdant bamboo flute floated out of the most beautiful music in the world.Su Qiuchi Wenzeer, but he also had a rough rhythm, so he asked Lanting to take out the guqin of Jiuju from the house, sit cross-legged, put it on his lap, borrow three points of drunkenness, stir the strings, and sing for the sound of Jiuju's flute, one flute and one piano, complement each other.Li Huai listened to the heartbeat, got up and went to the center of the courtyard, stepping on the beat, dancing, walking like a flower, sleeves like clouds, his eyes flowing, swaying this slightly drunk style, smiling, like a fairy coming to the world, where is still half a bit of manliness.The flute plays harmoniously, the beauties dance, and these three people unconsciously compose the most beautiful picture in the world.Lan Ting lay in front of the window, seriously only the rare beautiful scene outside the window, his pen, moving quickly on the paper.If time can't stand still, leave this beauty that only belongs to the three of them in the painting.t1706231537: