It was already noon when they came out.
They had sat in the restaurant and teahouse for a while.
But the two of them were still hungry.
Qin Song and Han Pu were not people who would let themselves suffer, so they did not get into the car.
They turned around and entered the nearest restaurant.
After ordering the dishes, Han Pu sat by the window and chatted while looking at the street scenery. He looked at the crowd moving back and forth outside.
He turned around and looked at Qin Song, who was leaning lazily on the chair.
Suddenly, he said, "Qin Song."
Qin Song's gaze drifted over. "What?"
"I want to thank you."
Qin Song was stunned. "Huh?" This person suddenly became so serious.
It really made him a little uncomfortable.
Han Pu stretched his body comfortably and said, "Qin Song, I'm very happy.
Do you know? Ever since Master died,
I've lived like a dog with its tail on fire, a wild dog that was about to be driven crazy … Until now.
I feel like I'm alive again.
I'm in the mood to look at the scenery.
I have time to look at the sun, and even when I'm bored, I'll think about the general trend of the world … It's been eight years! Eight years! You can't even imagine what kind of life I've been living for the past eight years. "
He shook his head and said, "If that old guy was still here, I would definitely point at his nose and scold him. What right do you have to decide my life? What right do you have to make me risk my life and die for these inexplicable reasons? When I scolded him, I might even hit him.
I beat him up until he couldn't get up … But he's dead.
Just like that, he kicked his legs and closed his eyes.
Tell me, who am I supposed to reason with? "
Han Pu's eyes were a little red. He said, "Actually, I also know that my so-called wish is just an opportunistic trick. But I really don't want to continue … Qin Song, thank you for letting me finally have a reason to free myself."
He raised his teacup and said, "To you."
Qin Song clinked glasses with him, took a sip, and put it down. He said lightly, "I sympathize with you, but no matter what, don't expect me to stupidly drink this big bowl of tea like it's wine."
Han Pu choked. He rolled his eyes and said, "I'm so annoyed with you rich kids. You have a bunch of bad habits!"
The inexplicable bitterness in his heart disappeared along with his mocking words. He stood up and said, "Why aren't the dishes served yet? I'll go to the kitchen and order a few dishes for Yu Sheng. By the way, do you know what he likes to eat? "
Qin Song said without hesitation, "He likes meat with a bit of oil and salt and is a bit chewy. He doesn't like chives and garlic. Well, that's not necessarily the case. Maybe he avoids them because of their strong taste … If you want to bring him food, just order these."
Qin Song ordered two dishes of meat, one dish of fish, two dishes of vegetables, and one dish of clear soup. He also said, "As for the fish, tell the kitchen to find a big one. We don't need anything else, just use the belly of the fish. If we want to add garlic to the dishes, pick it out after it's done … Hmm? Why are you staring at me? "
Han Pu's eyes almost popped out. He said, "Didn't you only know him two hours earlier than me? How do you know so much? " He was just casually asking. He didn't expect to get an answer. Who knew that Qin Song would say it as if it was true?
Qin Song said matter-of-factly, "With my eyes. Do you think he would tell me?"
Han Pu counted with his fingers and said, "You only ate one more breakfast than me and him! And that guy is so shy. He only eats the dishes in front of him. One, two, three, four, one dish, one chopstick — you only ate two meals together. How do you know what he likes to eat? "
Qin Song looked at him and sighed. "First, he only eats the dishes in front of him. It's not because he's shy, but because he doesn't want to stretch his arms out completely. Because that would slow down his reaction. Second, although he eats the dishes in order, even if it's the same meat, there are differences in taste … Do you want me to tell you one by one? "
"Okay." Han Pu gave up. "Forget about the other dishes, but I remember that he only ate one piece of fish and didn't touch it again. He didn't even taste the soup. Are you sure you didn't order these two dishes to deliberately make things difficult for him?"
Qin Song explained in a good-natured manner, "He only ate one piece of fish. It's not that he doesn't like it, but it's because he can't deal with the fish bones. Later, every time it was his turn to eat the fish, his hand would pause for a moment before he moved to the next dish. It's obvious that he likes it. Also, he doesn't drink the soup. It's not because he doesn't like it, but because he has never drunk soup before. That's why I asked you to bring it back for him to taste. "
"How do you know …" Han Pu waved his hand dispiritedly and said, "Forget it, I won't ask. I say, aren't you tired? You're thinking so much even when you're eating."
Qin Song said in surprise, "You can tell with just one look. Do you still need to think?"
"I …" Han Pu opened his mouth but closed it again. In the end, he said weakly, "… I'll go order the dishes."
Qin Song said, "Dinner is already served in the fu. Yu Sheng must have eaten already. If you really want to invite him, why don't you ask them to prepare dinner and send it over tonight?"
Hearing this, Han Pu suddenly became spirited and said with a smile, "I bet that he definitely hasn't eaten yet!"
Qin Song disagreed and said, "For someone like Yu Sheng, when there are no accidents, his life should be very regular …"
Han Pu interrupted, "You don't understand. In this world, there are some people who eat alone for many years, but after they have tasted the taste of eating at the same table with others, they subconsciously don't want to eat alone anymore … He must still be waiting. If you don't believe me, why don't we make a bet?"
Qin Song glanced at him and said, "What are we betting on?"
Han Pu clapped his hands in a very imposing manner and said, "Whoever loses will personally cook a table of food for the other person. How about it?"
Qin Song said slowly, "Can you cook better than the cook?"
"How is that possible, but …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Then why should I bet with you?"
Han Pu choked and said after a moment, "Qin Song."
"Hmm?"
Han Pu rolled his eyes and said, "Has anyone ever told you that you can be very boring sometimes?"
Qin Song laughed out loud and said, "That's right … What I hate the most is to make others think that I'm interesting."
He said again, "Since you said that Yu Sheng hasn't eaten yet, let's bring him back to eat with him?"
…
The next day, many people in the Qin capital were awakened by a strong and intoxicating smell of wine. The people of Qin thought that they liked strong wine the best, but they had never even heard of such a good thing in the world that could make people drunk for three days just by smelling it.
The outside of the hostage residence was crowded with people attracted by the smell of wine. In the hostage residence, Qin Song held a sword in one hand and a pot in the other. He raised his head and caught a stream of wine from the spout of the pot and sighed with satisfaction, "This is wine. It's a pity that although it's strong, it's still far from mellow. It's better to brew it myself in the future."
He had no doubt that he could brew the best wine in the world. Wine and sword, these two things seemed to be instincts hidden in the depths of his soul. It was just that it was easier to unseal the skill of wine.
After half of the wine had been drunk, Qin Song jumped up and swept his sword. In his drunken haze, a sense of familiarity arose spontaneously. Qin Song laughed and raised his head to drink all the wine in the pot. He casually threw the pot away, and then a cold light flashed …
After a moment, Han Pu, who had come out of nowhere, said with bright eyes, "Good swordsmanship! Come, come, let me exchange a few moves with you! "
The next moment, he was shocked and angry, "Hey! Are you serious? "
Then, a series of screams and screams sounded in the small courtyard.
"Stop, stop, stop! Someone's going to die! "
"I admit defeat! I admit defeat! I don't want to fight anymore! "
"Qin Song! Qin Song! I'm Han Pu! Look carefully, I'm Han Pu, Han Pu! Stop fighting! You really can't fight anymore! Damn it, you're still fighting! "
"Yu Sheng! Yu Sheng! Where the hell are you! Hurry up and save me! "
"… …"
… …
Ten days later, the door of the small courtyard was closed. Han Pu and Yu Sheng, whose face was still bruised and swollen, sat side by side on the beam of the house. They looked at Qin Song, who was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, and sighed.
"Tell me, why is it that when some people drink the same wine, they feel like they've eaten an elixir, but when others drink it, they feel like they've become a puddle of mud?"
Yu Sheng handed the wine gourd to him and said, "Why don't you try it again?"
Han Pu took the gourd, opened it with hesitation, and then closed it again after some hesitation. He sighed, "I'd better wait until I'm alone and try it secretly!"
He was very afraid that he would be like a few days ago, floating in the air and suddenly feeling a kind of invincible loneliness. So he drew his sword and pointed at the half-drunk and half-awake Qin Song, "Qin Song, let's fight!"
For the next two days, he couldn't even recognize himself when he looked in the mirror.
He said again, "It's really boring. When he's drunk, he can beat me in a few moves. When he's sober, I can beat him in a few moves. I can't even fight a few moves properly. Yu Sheng, why don't the two of us fight?"
Yu Sheng shook his head and said, "My martial arts are only suitable for killing people, not for fighting."
Han Pu turned his head and stared at Yu Sheng — he was the assassin, okay? That should be his line! Don't you know you stole the line?
Yu Sheng was puzzled by his stare. "What?"
Han Pu silently turned his head and asked, "Have you drunk the soup?"
Yu Sheng said, "Yes, I've drunk it."
Han Pu was in a good mood and the corner of his mouth curled up. He broke off a small piece of tile and smashed it on the tree beside Qin Song. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Yu Sheng say, "You brought it back a few days ago, and … when you were very young — you should have drunk it, right?"
The smile on Han Pu's face suddenly froze. Qin Song withdrew his sword and asked, "What's wrong?"
Han Pu raised his hands and smiled innocently, "My hands slipped … You continue, continue …"
Qin Song looked at him and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. The tile you broke off is right next to your bed, and it's been drizzling these days …"
"Hey!" Han Pu said angrily, "Is it fun to bully me?"
Qin Song laughed and said, "Okay, actually the tile you broke off is not important. Even if it rains, it won't leak."
Han Pu said angrily, "Go practice your sword!"
Still angry, he turned his head to Yu Sheng and asked fiercely, "Why didn't you drink the soup?"
"Because … it's inconvenient."
Thinking of Yu Sheng's identity, Han Pu suddenly understood. When he needed to hide and assassinate, he never dared to touch these kinds of soups. Thinking about it, he was still angry. He snorted and said, "I've decided, I'll live like you in the future!"
Yu Sheng was confused. "Why?" How did he live?
Han Pu said hatefully, "Only a knife, not a brain!"
Yu Sheng was speechless.
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