It was late at night and the Building of Pines and Cranes was closed. The people in the building were cleaning up. Hearing Ning Que's request, they reluctantly refused. However, Ning Que was unwilling to leave at this time. He took out a thick stack of banknotes from his arms and handed one to the manager after thinking for a while.
When he left the Old Brush Pen Shop yesterday, he had the mentality that he would never go back until he found Sangsang. Therefore, he brought all his most important belongings with him, including the Primordial Thirteen Arrows and the banknotes.
Although there was only one banknote, the manager clearly saw the denomination of the banknotes. He was shocked when he thought of the thick stack of banknotes waving in front of him. He thought that a rich guest with so many banknotes was definitely not an ordinary rich guest. He was definitely someone that the Building of Pines and Cranes could not afford to offend. Therefore, he did not dare to say anything more. He obediently took the banknotes and respectfully welcomed Ning Que into the building. Then, he placed him in a private room by the window on the second floor.
Various delicacies were carried into the private room and placed on the table. Ning Que sat by the window and looked at the night sky that was exceptionally fresh after the winter snow. He held a wine cup in his hand and slowly drank the wine.
The steamed meat with bean sprouts and the wine in the clay urn became more and more delicious. Ning Que gradually narrowed his eyes and looked at the stars in the night sky. Thinking of the entanglement of the past two days, he gently knocked on the urn with his chopsticks and hummed, "Can we meet again? I have been begging Buddha for thousands of years …"
At this moment, a voice came from the private room next door, "What kind of messy song is this? It's so bad that it's rare to hear it. The words don't make sense at all. "
The side of the Building of Pines and Cranes facing the lake was set up for guests to enjoy the scenery and rest. Every private room had a small door leading to the balcony. At this time of the night, if the voice was a little louder, it could be heard through the door and windows and then to the private room next door. Ning Que's slightly drunk singing could also be heard.
Ning Que did not know that there was a guest in the Building of Pines and Cranes. Listening to the slightly old voice, he knew that the person should not be young. He smiled and said, "I don't think it's bad. Being vulgar has its advantages. For example, when I am drunk, I can't think of other songs, but this song comes to my mind."
The guest in the next room asked curiously, "Is this song famous?"
"Praying to the Buddha." Ning Que answered, "If I remember correctly, this should be the name."
The guest laughed and said sarcastically, "Buddhists cultivate themselves and don't even care about worldly affairs, let alone the trivial love affairs of mortals. Young man, if you really want to avoid these worldly troubles, there is no other way but to avoid them. It's better to seek help from yourself than to seek help from Buddha."
Ning Que found these words interesting. He looked out the window and wanted to see what kind of person was drinking and having fun in the middle of the night like him. Why did he have such leisure time?
Under the starry night sky, a person was sitting on the balcony of the private room next door. Due to the dim lighting and the fact that he was leaning sideways, it was impossible to see his face clearly. However, the figure of the person was unusually tall. Even though he was sitting on an extremely wide chair, it still seemed somewhat cramped.
Looking at the tall figure, Ning Que felt that he was a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. However, he couldn't recall it at the moment. He frowned and tried to recall for a moment. Then he smiled and shook his head. He sat back in the chair and took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, coughing out some blood.
The dull cough echoed on the balcony of the Building of Pines and Cranes.
Ning Que took off the handkerchief and put it back into his sleeve. After thinking for a while, he carried the wine urn and the chair to the balcony. Looking at the tall figure not far away, he said, "Do you mind if I sit here?"
The man said, "This is your place."
The manager of the Building of Pines and Cranes knew that the last two guests were sitting on the balcony. He was a little confused about why they were not afraid of the cold, but he still carefully ordered someone to pick up the windproof lamp at the edge of the balcony.
The dim light shrouded the balcony, and Ning Que saw the man more clearly. He was wearing a very expensive crimson fox fur coat. His face was thin, and his chin beard was fluttering in the night wind. He looked very much like a rich man in Chang 'an. However, his aura was indescribable. Even though he was obviously an old man, he didn't look old at all from his expression and temperament.
"Do you want to talk?" Ning Que asked.
The tall old man shook his head and raised the wine urn in his hand. He said, "The first thing I want to do when I return to Chang 'an is to drink three jugs of new wine from the Building of Pines and Cranes. I'm not interested in talking until I finish the wine."
Ning Que ignored the man and sat back in the chair. He looked at the stars in the sky and slowly drank the wine.
The old man sat in the wine and looked at the night sky behind the stars in the sky. He slowly drank the wine.
Ning Que was not a good drinker. If he were to be compared with Sangsang, it would be like comparing a stream to a vast ocean. Especially since he was injured and extremely tired, his eyes began to blur after a short while.
The old man looked extraordinary, like those mysterious hermits in Jianghu. However, he was not good at drinking, and soon he began to get drunk.
There were many kinds of drunkards. Some were called martial drunkards, who wanted to vent their anger by beating people, kicking trees, and smashing walls. Some were called literary drunkards, who wanted to write, copy, or show off their poems. Ning Que did not belong to these two kinds, because he could not write poems. Therefore, he kept muttering to himself under the cover of the wine.
The old man's expression was also very interesting when he was drunk. He stared at the night sky behind the stars with his bright eyes and kept whispering something, as if he was talking to the night sky. However, his face was as cold as iron, and it could be imagined that what he said was probably not good, or more likely to be dirty words.
They did not look at each other, but drank together. The old man and the young man sighed at the same time.
Ning Que sighed about life.
Although he had lived in the Tang Empire for less than 20 years, he had lived two lives and experienced so much. There were many things that he could sigh about. For example, people in the Hebei Prefecture were crueler than ghosts, people in Min Mountain were crueler than beasts, people in the grassland were crueler than wolves, and it was the hardest to bear a beauty's kindness and the most painful thing in life.
The content of the old man's sigh was more specific. Under the general framework of people's hearts and moral degeneration, the unscrupulous owner of a wine shop in a county added water to the liquor. Another example was that the Building of Pines and Cranes had fallen, and the steamed meat with bean sprouts was not cooked from the black pig in the southern suburbs of Chang 'an. Even the mud in the spring mud urn was changed, and the liquor smelled like Huangzhou mud.
"This is used to store liquor, not to grind ink for writing. How can you use Huangzhou mud?"
The old man waved his arms angrily, and his white beard flew in the night wind.
The old man's voice was getting louder and louder, and Ning Que heard it. He looked at the angry old man and said with emotion, "You really have requirements for life. But aren't you tired?"
The old man frowned and said unhappily, "Since I'm alive, of course I should live well."
After a moment of silence, Ning Que smiled bitterly and said, "That's because you live a happy life, so you don't know that sometimes, as long as you can live, it is the greatest blessing in the world."
The old man waved his hand as if he was driving away mosquitoes, as if he wanted to drive Ning Que's cliché and self-pity out of the balcony.
Ning Que was drunk at this time, but he subconsciously wanted to express his life's sigh. He did not care about the old man's disdain for his behavior.
"I used to think that I was an indifferent person. Later on, when I got better, I thought that I was a decisive, indifferent, and ruthless person who could make great achievements in the world and leave my name on the stone pillar. However, it was not until these two days that I realized that I was just a person who kept playing house in the world."
"Life is like playing house. After playing for a long time, you'll think it's real. Thus, the indifference and ruthlessness will be tainted by the daily necessities and become the responsibility or habit that I used to disdain the most. Maybe it's because I have been thinking since I was a child, what would she do without me, and then it became, what would I do without her? I can still live, and maybe I can live more easily. But what is easy? It's a habit. If the habit is broken, it will not be easy, because you will always feel that something very important is missing in your life, and you will always feel that your body is missing a very important part. "
Ning Que turned his head to look at the old man in the chair and said with a smile, "Don't think that I said it in a romantic way. Do you know why there are always such words in the world? That's because people can always use various methods to prove that these things are really deadly things. "
He raised the spring mud urn and looked at the non-existent bright moon in the night sky and said, "I will not be used to it without it. Just like this night sky, whether it is the night sky 14 years ago or now, whether it is the night sky of City of Wei or the night sky of Chang 'an, as long as there is no moon, I will be unhappy."
The old man became interested and looked at him and asked, "The moon … what is it? In the sky? I have never seen it before, nor have I heard of it before. "
"The moon is something that can shine. Sometimes it is round, sometimes it is curved. It appears in the night, and sometimes it sneaks out in the day. It is very beautiful. The moon can do many things, such as covering the sun, creating tides, and turning into a werewolf … "
Ning Que looked at the old man's expression and sighed, "I know you will not believe that there is such a thing. Don't look at me like that, just think that I have drunk too much."
The old man said, "If I had not drunk too much at this time, I would definitely take you to the Imperial Astronomer and force you to use the things there to look for it at night."
Ning Que said sarcastically, "Let's not talk about this. Anyway, such a mysterious thing will not be understood by a rich old man like you."
The old man was furious and reprimanded him, "The older, the wiser!"
Ning Que replied disdainfully, "Chives are still tender and fragrant."
The old man was speechless.
Ning Que suddenly said, "Let me tell you something serious. Don't be afraid, I want to kill people."
The old man looked at him in surprise and said, "You just killed two people in the day, and now you want to kill again?"
Ning Que was a little drunk at this time and did not hear the words clearly.
He looked at the stars in the night sky and said with emotion, "Sometimes I really feel that there is something wrong with my character. Every time I am unhappy, I want to kill some people."
The old man looked at him and said seriously, "There is nothing wrong with your character."
Ning Que was slightly stunned and looked at him happily and said, "You think so?"
The old man said sarcastically, "But there is something wrong with your brain."
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(There is something wrong with my brain, but I can still do the math. I will do the math with everyone later.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it and vote for it. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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