He went to the Sioux house.Although it is now an abandoned house.In the backyard of the house, there is a small mound of clothes.It is so old that even the inscriptions on the stone tablet in front of the mound are so dirty and blurry that I can't see it clearly.He took out three jugs of wine from his sleeve and placed them in front of the mound one by one.The first pot of wine, a toast to a book.It is a youkai, but it has a name, and it is called Rantei.The second pot of wine was given to a woman named Li Zhun.She has golden branches and jade leaves, and women don't let her eyebrows.The third pot of wine was given to a man named Su Qiuchi.Chang'an Xiaobawang lives up to its name.Their names are not in any history books.However, they deserve to be remembered more than anyone.Because it is a group of people who follow their sincere wishes and sincerely sway their lives.He flicked his sleeves slightly towards the stone tablet in front of the mound, and the two rows of clean and handsome handwriting replaced the previous messy and dirty thousands of miles of incense, and smiled at the shadow in the wine."
I still want to drink this pot of wine with you."
The man raised the flask in his hand and drank it down.t1706231537: