"When you feel that life isn't going your way, don't panic. Just feel your empty wallet and cry." Meg said calmly to the middle-aged man sitting at the door of his tavern and looking at the lively Titan Tavern across the street.
The man looked back at Meg with some bitterness. His mouth moved and his eyes glistened with tears.
From his clothes, although he wasn't rich, he definitely wasn't a homeless person.
However, one thing was for sure. He definitely didn't have enough money to buy a glass of wine, but he didn't want to go home. That was why he was sitting in front of a tavern and looking at another tavern.
Their excitement has nothing to do with me, because I don't have money.
"If a man doesn't have money in his pocket, he just can't straighten his back." Meg sighed faintly. He took out a few gold coins from his pocket and tossed them in his hand.
The man's expression became even more bitter. He glanced at the gold coins in Meg's hand and looked away angrily.
Judging from his body size, he wasn't confident that he could snatch the gold coins from the cheap tavern owner.
After a moment of silence, the man looked back at Meg. "I have a story, you have wine."
"Sorry, I'm not interested." Meg shook his head slightly.
Man: pi _ _ pi …
"However, since you're so interested in the tavern across the street, why don't you go sit at the door across the street?" Meg asked curiously.
"There are so many people there. Do you think I don't care about my reputation? Also, it's quite warm here. "The man glanced at him, still angry.
"Oh, I see." Meg thought for a moment and then felt offended.
What?
Do you think there's no one here?
Also, there's a heater?
"It's quite cold outside today." Meg stomped his feet. Although the heater in the room made the door a little warmer, it couldn't withstand the bleak cold wind.
"Yes, it would be nice if there was a place to sit." The man rubbed his hands and nodded. He looked at Meg expectantly.
"The steps are quite flat. I'll leave a bigger gap for you." Meg smiled generously and opened the door a crack. Warm air blew out from the tavern.
"Thank you." The man nodded with difficulty.
"You're welcome." Meg waved his hand generously and turned to enter the tavern.
"Sigh …" Passa sighed and tightened his little cotton-padded jacket.
Men were too difficult.
He was a long-distance carriage driver with more than 20 years of experience. He had been to many places as a long-distance transport driver for the trading company. However, he had just lost his job today.
The boss said that there might be a war, and the trade route was blocked. He didn't know when it would be restored, so he told the coachmen to go home.
This month's salary could only be received in two days. Even if he received his salary from the boss, he had to give it to his wife immediately.
Of course, he wasn't afraid of his wife. He just … respected her.
Yes, that was it.
There were three children at home. They were all growing up. With his salary, he could barely make ends meet.
After sitting for a while, Passa was ready to get up and go home. He had already thought about it. He would look for a job tomorrow. Even if he couldn't be a coachman, he could find other jobs. At least he couldn't let his wife and children starve.
"Have a drink?" At this time, a familiar voice came from behind.
Passa turned around and looked at Meg, who was holding a small stool and a tray in his hand.
Meg put the tray on the small stool. There was a plate of drunkard's peanuts and half a bottle of Maotai wine left by the group of people. Because there were too many people, Meg didn't know who to pack it for, so he could only dispose of it like this.
Meg and Passa sat on the steps across the small stool. The door behind them was completely open. The warm air blew from behind, blowing away the cold air.
"Pop ~"
Meg uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into two glasses.
"Good wine!"
Passa smelled the wine and his eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't like wine, but all the coachmen would drink wine in winter to keep warm. After traveling for so many years, he had also drunk wine from all over the world, but he had never smelled such wine.
"Good taste." Meg poured two glasses of wine, reached out and picked up a glass. He looked at Passa and said: "Come on, let's toast to this bullshit life."
"To this bullshit life." Passa also picked up his glass, gently touched it, and then drank it.
This was a good wine that Passa had never drunk in his life. When the wine entered his stomach, a warmth rose from the bottom of his heart. It came from the warmth brought by the wine, but also from a stranger who handed him a glass of wine in the cold wind.
"Drunkard's peanuts, try it." Meg picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing it crisply.
Passa also picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth. He was surprised that these ordinary peanuts had become so crispy and spicy. He couldn't help but want another glass of wine.
Meg filled his glass again, but this time, he wasn't in a hurry to drink with him. This wasn't beer. If he drank one glass after another, half a bottle would be gone. Furthermore, if this guy was drunk, he didn't know what to do.
"I'm a coachman, and I've been to many places. The Twilight Forest, The Wind Forest, Chaos City … I've been to all of them, but I haven't been to the Demon Islands. I heard that demons eat people, and you have to take a boat, so I haven't been there …" Passa and Meg chatted, but he didn't talk about his sad life. Instead, he talked about what he had seen and heard during his years as a coachman on the Norland Continent.
Meg listened carefully most of the time. He was listening to a coachman's view of the world and the world.
This was a very interesting experience. At least, he didn't have this kind of experience often in his life.
He was looking at a normal person who was seriously living his life.
"Thank you for the wine. I'll come and drink with you again when I have money in my pocket. Next time … it's my treat." Passa was a little tipsy, and he looked at Meg with a serious expression.
"Alright, it's your treat next time." Meg nodded with a smile. He hung the packaged Drunkard's Peanuts around Passa's waist. There were also three candies inside. He had heard from Passa that he had three children at home.
"Goodbye." Passa waved his hand, and swayed away.
Meg stood at the door, and looked on as Passa disappeared into the street. He made sure that Passa could go home on his own before turning off the signboard light.
"This guy … is really a strange person." At the entrance of the Titan Tavern, Ai Fei's brows furrowed in confusion.
"Lady Boss, give me another bottle of wine!" A shout came from the tavern.
"Coming." Ai Fei hurriedly pushed open the door, and continued to busy herself.
…
"Where did you go this time? You don't even come back for dinner. You've grown a lot, haven't you? " A sturdy woman was standing at the door of an old house. Watching Passa wobbling towards her, she raised her voice at once while holding a wooden slipper in her hand.
Three little heads poked out from the back of the house, and looked at Passa with pity in their eyes.
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