The canopy of the sky is a thick darkness after the death of the sun, the still moon is hidden behind the stratus clouds, and the eight hundred miles of wilderness gallops through the four realms, and the eyes are winding and undulating mountains and hills.
At the end of the flat road that runs from east to west is the "Tokyo Tower", which has been towering for hundreds of years.
The wind and insects have all died down at the foot of this towering tower, and the lights on the top of the tower are on, and the soaring light soars into the sky, illuminating the gray realm along the way.
"Good wine" The night was dark, there were few people, everything became indistinguishable through the vast night, Yang Ming was carrying a pot of wine in his hand, and his footsteps were swaying.
The evening breeze swept up the corners of his plain white clothes and the red tassels of the wine jug, and there was a faint and faint human voice in the distance, Yang Ming stared at the pool of clear waves that occupied a circle in front of him as if he was fascinated, and poured wine into his mouth without a mouthful.
This is a small lotus pond in Tokyo, and people often call friends to come in the summer lotus season, but in this winter, how can you see the blue hibiscus flowers blooming in the original jade white green and now wilted into dead branches and leaves, and the beautiful lotus flower is no longer beautiful, crushed into mud, so the meaning of heaven and earth killing.
Such a scenery fell into the eyes of mortals, and it was afraid that it would pass by without stopping for half a second, but Yang Ming's gaze seemed to be able to pass through time and take in the peerless beauty, and the three points of the night contained seven points of flowing water together with the wine.
Yang Ming is indeed a good drinker, but what he likes is the wine itself, and the hypocrisy, grievances, and flattery are all troublesome things, so he just got out of the drinking party set up by his friend, and brought a pot of wine with him.
"Well, the wine" he poured wine down his throat as he walked, but the wine could not be poured out of the gourd, "so soon it was gone" Yang Ming turned the gourd upside down and shook it down, finally two drops of it were not easy to come by, and he hurriedly sipped it with the tip of his tongue, only then did he be sure that this pot of wine had died heroically, and he couldn't help frowning.
When there was no wine, he got up and looked out.
"Is there a liquor store around here?"
he carried the empty gourd, and with a piece of grass in his mouth that he had found out of nowhere, he slowly looked for it towards the winding alley.
I don't know if he hasn't been here for a long time, the pattern has changed, or he is drunk and dizzy, he doesn't know the west and east, he went around this street corner several times and couldn't get out, just when he was very impatient, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.
"This is" Yang Ming groaned slightly, and suddenly a wooden door appeared in front of him and was embedded in this slightly cool stone wall, the golden doorknob reflected the faint light, and from the gaps, wisps of vague fragrance were spreading along the ground.
"Nightshade".
The signboard has these few Chinese characters written indiscriminately, and there is a dragon painted on the door, which is a rare spiritual creature in Tokyo, unlike the western dragon that Yang Ming has seen, this is the eastern dragon, curled up casually, tired, and there is a bottle of wine next to it, the size of which is exactly the opposite of the dragon's palm.
"Night primrose" Yang Ming pondered for a moment, as if thinking about the meaning of this term, "It seems to be the name of a flower, I don't know if there will be wine."
This thought jumped into his mind and lingered, he weighed the wallet in his arms, which was heavy, and then he was relieved to push the door open with the cool breeze, and the doorbell rang in his ears.
"Jingle Jingle Bell" Before he could turn his head to find out the source of the sound, the girl with long orange hair greeted him first, and said in a gentle tone: "Welcome, do you need to order food?"
Even if he saw the different furnishings in the store from ordinary stores, Yang Ming was just surprised, he bypassed the flower stand at the door, lowered his head to the corner of the boss's mouth, and asked bluntly: "Boss, do you have any wine?"
His appearance is extremely handsome, but it is different from the charm of the Dongying people, it is the kind of eyebrows and eyes mixed with Chinese blood, deep eyebrows and eyes, short black hair reflects a little yellow light, like a fairy above the nine heavens has fallen into the dust, accidentally infected with this pool of fireworks in the world, even with some peach blossoms in the corners of his eyes, and the thin lips are slightly opened, and the breath is also with the smell of wine.
If it was an ordinary girl, if she met this person, not to mention her blushing heartbeat, at least her cheeks would be red, but the tavern owner had already cultivated a mortal heart that was as immovable as a mountain after the baptism of beauty, and she nodded: "Of course there is wine." ” "That's good."
At this time, there were not many guests, Yang Ming skipped the inquiring eyes of others, lazily lay on the table, and poked the small ornaments on the table for a while, "What kind of wine and wine are there?"
Grape wine luminous glass, in Tokyo among the dignitaries and nobles of the very popular, but in front of Yang Ming, who has a high amount of wine, wine is just a juice used by drooping children for fun, the degree is too low to embarrass the mouth, it is not bad to taste in leisure time, but when the wine is high-pitched, it is difficult to dispel sorrow.
The owner of the "wine" tavern was stunned, "There is no wine in the store. ” The price of a good wine is often more than 300 euros, which does not match the positioning of the Evening Primrose tavern, and the ordinary dry red is sour and astringent, and the tavern owner will naturally not prepare it in the store.
"Then what kind of wine do you have" Yang Ming looked at the wooden bird chandelier with wings spread above his head, and the fine workmanship made him look a little fascinated, "Bamboo leaves are green or white jade springs" These nouns that only appear in martial arts novels made the tavern owner stunned again, she looked confused, and subconsciously turned her face sideways, "There is sake in the store, do you want to taste it?"
"Qingjiu" Yang Ming was a little confused when he heard this, he waved his hand and said indifferently, "Then try it, by the way, boss, bring me two more side dishes." ” "Okay," the tavern owner, who was unconsciously led astray by Yang Ming, subconsciously agreed, "I'll go and bring it to you." ” "Where did this person come from?"
a lewd-looking boy approached a milky-looking boy and asked in a low voice, "We don't have a set around here, right?"
"Isn't it popular in Huaxia now" Milky Bai Xiaosheng glanced at Yang Ming, probably because the author Jun followed the trend, so he calmly replied, "It's not uncommon to wear Hanfu to go out." ” Although the milky white Xiaosheng said this, the lewd man still looked at Yang Ming with some curiosity, although this brocade and jade robe, although it may not be very luxurious, but the workmanship and fabrics are extremely exquisite, and there are always four words that are either rich or expensive, I am afraid that he has long been out of Hanfu lovers, but he is too lazy to care about other people's affairs, so he shook his head and put it down
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