These days happen to be the days when the old man goes out in his usual way; Not to mention that I can't be contacted now, even if I get through on the phone, how dare I ask him where he buried his wine.In addition, I don't plan to call Brother Biao, a wine worm, to help, I'm not stupid enough to do so.Then it's up to you to use your ingenuity.After turning around inside and outside the house, in front of the house and behind the house, I used the elimination method to roughly grasp it: the yard in front of the door was a concrete floor, and there were layers of freshly processed stone bills stacked against the wall, and there was no possibility of burying wine underneath.Outside the courtyard is a road, opposite is a shed, everywhere rubble slag, bury wine don't make trouble.Inside, the bedroom, living room, hallway, and kitchen and bathroom are covered with floor tiles, which is also not a place to hide things.There is also a cellar at home, which is perfect for storing wine, and I have searched all the corners and corners up and down the escalator, but no.In the end, there was only a place left in the backyard.I knew that the rest of the place was also paved with cobblestone and concrete, except for a crescent-shaped plot that had been left empty, overgrown with weeds and unnamed wildflowers.My house is north-south, and the backyard is east-west.There were no trees, not even a decent flower or any other clump of greenery.I used to wonder why this land wasn't used to grow vegetables.Now I figured it out: most of the time because the wine jar is buried underneath, if you grow vegetables, you have to water it with fertilizer, so how to do it I brought a charging emergency light, adjusted the lighting angle to place it properly, and found a wide-mouth hoe in the tool room, and came back to excavate.Use a hoe to remove the weed layer two palms wide from the middle of the crescent moon ground, and then carefully start to scrape the soil layer.This kind of work is best done with a hoe, if you use a pointed pickaxe to chisel through the wine jar three times or twice, it will really be a brain water.The digging continued, and after a while, I was already sweating on my forehead.When a pit about 50 centimeters deep and the size of a basin appeared under his feet, the blade of the hoe clicked softly and touched something.I was overjoyed, so I simply put the hoe aside and slowly cleaned it with both hands along the excavated area.The silhouette gradually appeared, and it was indeed a jar wrapped in cloth.After a little more work, I lifted it out of the dirt and put it down on the concrete floor.Somewhat unexpectedly, it's too light.I muttered in my heart: Could it be that it was not sealed at the beginning, and after a long time, it evaporated to the point that there was not much left, alas, I originally planned to raise an altar, but now it seems that the amount of this altar is obviously not enough to stuff my teeth.Besides, I'm even more worried: if all the wine in these jars has evaporated, and I can't still drink a fart on the day of the wedding feast, I have to get up another jar to check it, but unexpectedly, this time I groped around from the position where the jar came out for a long time, but found nothing.I reluctantly retrieved the hoe, rummaged through most of the crescent-shaped plot, and then returned to the original position, and dug down about twenty centimeters, and then found the wine jar again.The second jar taken out was heavy, and when I shook it slightly, I heard the sound of liquid hitting the inner wall.I picked up another jar to check, and it was about the same, and I could still smell a faint hint of wine.Looks like it's okay.I thought about it, decided not to continue, put back a jar, and backfilled the earth into the pit.After doing the rest of the work, I feel very tired.I suddenly felt that I was really ridiculous: the hard work of polishing the stele during the day was just that, and in the dead of night, I didn't rest, but I was a thief in my own home.So he hurriedly wiped a few handfuls on the outside of the two altars with his hands, removed the large mud blocks, and then placed the two jars side by side in the middle of the coffee table.I took off my coat and trousers and threw them into the pool under the tap water, took a simple shower, and then lay naked on the sofa and watched TV.In the process, I had the idea of opening the lighter jar and taking two sips of wine, but I don't know why I didn't bother to move, forget it, let's deal with it tomorrow, and I fell asleep on the sofa.I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, I felt that someone was shaking my shoulder: "Wake up, wake up" What are you doing, I'm sleepy, I muttered, unhappily stretched out my hand like a fly, "snapped" on the ground.Crisp and cool to the touch.But sleepiness came up, and I didn't even think much of it, and then went back to sleep.I heard someone whispering in my ear, and I couldn't hear it clearly in my drowsiness, as if it was: "Can you not" This chattering voice is close at hand, very noisy and annoying, so I said dissatisfiedly: "Whatever" It seems that the lights have been turned off, and it is dark in front of me, and the surroundings are silent all of a sudden.I was asleep, but I seemed to be awake.The TV was on all the time, and there were people coming and going on the screen, and there were many shadows, but there was no sound.I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly realized in my deep sleep: "Hey, I fell asleep on the sofa, and the TV was not turned off" and thought: I might as well go back to the bedroom and sleep.But when I think about it, my body doesn't move.At this moment, I suddenly heard someone beside me sipping a sip of wine, grunting and swallowing, and then a satisfied sigh under the spicy stimulation.With a "click", the wine glass fell on the coffee table.I sat up with a sigh of relief, stared at the figure across from me, and asked in a daze, "Who are you, why are you in my house, what are you doing?"
I couldn't see his face clearly.The figure was silent for a moment before saying, "It's really good wine, you're too tired, do you want a drink?"
and then there was a pouring of wine.I took the cup miraculously, drank it with a of my neck, and let out the same sigh of contentment under the same spicy stimulation.I also involuntarily said, "I'm dizzy." ”The voice said with concern: "This wine is not small, go back to your room and sleep." ”Without thinking, I went back to my bedroom.I don't know how long it was, but I was awakened again by a loud noise.This time, he was sitting at the table with someone, and the banquet was going on, and it was really full of guests and lively.From time to time, someone stretched out chopsticks to bring food to the bowl, and I lowered my head to hold the bowl and ate without saying a word.The dishes that were served were sumptuous, but strangely enough, I couldn't taste them at all.The guests at the same table suddenly got up to drink together, persuaded to drink, and accepted the toast; Suddenly, you started to guess and gamble on wine, some cheating, some scolding, drunk babbling, laughing and scolding, it was really a hundred people.And I still had nothing to do with it, just chewing and swallowing the food incessantly.At this time, a fat-faced man in a black shirt suddenly came over, and looked at me fixedly for a long time, his white teeth were bared, and a mouthful of water leaked from the corner of his mouth.I was terrified, and my body kept shaking to avoid it.But this man stretched out his hand and pinched the left side of my cheek, and said loudly, "Yo, the child is really good, which family" The man next to him got up and replied: "After the old man, after the old man, please bear with me." ”He was holding me back.I shrank back, but I could hear it clearly in my heart, and I couldn't help but think in confusion: "I am twenty-four, child." ”So I couldn't help but look down at myself.I was really surprised at how I had become a five- or six-year-old boy wearing a green belly pocket, and I was really scared now.I immediately grinned and cried: "Ah, I want to go home, I want to go home", "Mom" I screamed, and a carp sat up and was covered in a cold sweat.It turned out to be a dream, and it was already dawn at this time, and I was still on the sofa, and the TV was indeed on all night, and the TV was playing exactly the dream just now, and a little boy was crying.But that's not what I'm most concerned about.Oh, well, actually, what I want to say is that a very obvious hangover made my heart chill, and I stared at the two jars on the coffee table for a long time, and they were very well sealed, and I couldn't see any signs of opening.I took the one on the left and shook it, and there was still wine in it, but it felt like it was about half lighter.Uh, my scalp was numb and I picked up another jar, yes, this one was lighter, apparently the first to get up.Shake it again, and it will sound straight; I can conclude that there is something inside, but it is not a liquid, and I can only open the cover to see what else is there to say.Untie the cloth bag.There is also a layer of red cloth wrapped in it, a very eye-catching red, such a new color, indicating that the time is not long, and it is impossible to bury it at the same time as the wine jar.Raising my hand to wipe my sweat, I was nervous.Let's untie the red cloth again.But my hands shook unobeyedly.What's in it aa2705221,,; mobile phone reading,