All living beings in hell

Chapter 50 Small note [-]. The new wine brought by Didi

The last guest had just left, and my office had just returned to normal when there was another knock on the door.

"It's not business hours yet." I yelled towards the door.

"My lord, it's me, Didi."

Didi?Didi is... yes, the winemaker who was demoted from heaven to hell.

I opened the door, and Didi was dressed in white, with a layer of soft radiance unique to heavenly personnel.Behind him was a flat-bed cart, on which stood two giant wine jars as tall as my own.

"My lord, I told you that a new wine has been brewed and I will give you a taste, so here it is."

"Well, please come in." I waved my sleeves and invited the guests in.

Didi walked into the gate with a flatbed cart and looked around: "The office of the writer's office is different from the previous structure."

"It's not intentional to be different."

The floor moaned with difficulty under the wooden wheels of the flatbed cart. Didi walked cautiously, as if walking on a frozen lake: "My lord, when you came last time, your place wasn't so... old."

"Some guests were a little more noisy, and it took a lot of effort for the office to receive them."

Didi put down the wooden cart, and took out two blue porcelain wine glasses and a long golden wine spoon from her pocket.The moment the wine jar was opened, a strong smell of alcohol and fruity aroma rushed to the face.He put a long spoon into one of the wine jars, scooped the wine into a porcelain cup, and handed it to me.I took the wine glass with both hands, the wine in the glass was muddy, and it was pale yellow-green in the blue porcelain cup.

"I was climbing on the cliff of Suicide Cliff some time ago, and I accidentally found a light blue shimmering plant. The leaves of the plant are dark green, and the roots are purple. The blue luminous part is like a bunch of grapes. The fruit of the plant hangs on the cliff one bunch after another. I will ask Ma Mian Xunzheng, what kind of plant is this, and can it be eaten?"

"How do you answer the horse-faced patrol?"

Didi took out a shimmering blue fruit from his cuff and put it in my palm: "This fruit is called Night Bell Seed. No one in hell has eaten this fruit before. It is said that the soul is alive The thoughts in the middle of the night condense into dew in hell, and the dew drops between the cracks of the cliffs, and this kind of fruit grows."

I hold the fruit with my index finger and thumb, and observe it carefully in front of the candlelight.It looks like a grape and has a springy texture, perhaps with plenty of moisture inside.

"Is this wine made from this fruit?"

"Exactly, this fruit is condensed by people's thoughts in the middle of the night. And this glass of wine is to let these thoughts ferment, precipitate, and turn into liquid over time, producing alcohol that can relax the nerves," Didi scooped himself a glass as he spoke, "Please take your time, my lord."

I took a sip, the alcohol was not as offensive as it smelled.When the wine enters the mouth, the sweet and sour fruit wine blooms instantly on the tip of the tongue, but when the liquid is swallowed, it turns bitter again at the root of the tongue.As soon as I took a sip of the wine, my whole mouth felt acrid, which made me gasp.I scooped up another glass of wine and drank it.The sweet and sour immediately relieved all the spiciness, but only temporarily, and the bitterness hit immediately like a queue, and finally it was unbearably spicy.

"The longing at night is both sweet and bitter, and finally downright spicy. It seems that there are quite a few people who suffer from insomnia."

"Do you still like the writer?"

"What's the name of this wine?"

"I don't have a name yet, the writer must come up with a name."

I was thinking about the name, and my head suddenly became dizzy.I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, or after I lost my human body, even my drinking capacity has become worse.I tried to take two steps, but I felt like I hadn't slept for three days and three nights. My body was heavy, my eyes were sore, my head hurt slightly, and my spirit was exhausted and excited.

"Dee Dee...I think this wine..."

I turned around to look, and saw that Didi was already flushed, in a trance, with bloodshot eyes, as if she hadn't slept for several nights.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated (although I didn't have a heart, I still heard a pounding heartbeat in my chest), breathing became a little difficult, my chest hurt, and I felt that blood vessels that didn't exist all over my body were also jumping up.A burst of indescribable fear slammed into my body, I leaned on the edge of the table and slumped on the floor, taking a big breath.The image of an insomniac who died suddenly in the middle of the night suddenly flashed in his mind: the man with a naked upper body fell from the chair and fell to the ground. down.In just a few seconds, he stopped breathing.

As the man stopped breathing, I finally caught my breath.Fear turned into white gas at the same time, stripped from the body, flew into the air, and disappeared.I turned around to look at Didi, he seemed to have woken up too, and was sitting on the bluestone bench recovering.

"Are you okay?" I asked Dee Dee.

"Master... my lord..." Didi was still panting, "I just seemed...like...experienced the death of a human being..."

"Yes, me too."

Dee Dee looked at me with tears in his eyes: "I haven't experienced death as a human being, so... so terrible."

"It's okay, don't be afraid. This pain doesn't belong to you, it's the thought in the night bell seed that manifests itself in your wine."

"Why... humans suffer so much in the middle of the night?"

"Not everyone is in pain at night, and pain is not necessarily just pain. There are many other emotions piled up layer by layer. Just like book classification, if you spend a lot of time sorting out, according to the book's Label the contents and put them in their own place. It is convenient no matter when you want to find the book you need. Of course, these labels are not static. Sometimes you think it is a tragedy book, but It can be put into the category of psychology. Sometimes it is obviously a heroic epic, but it can be classified into the category of love literature. Well, it all depends on personal preference.” I looked back at my messy bookshelf, “I probably I need to sort out my books."

Didi looked at me dully: "My lord, I don't understand what you're talking about."

I stood up and patted Didi on the shoulder: "I don't know what I'm talking about, maybe I'm confused by this wine."

Didi also stood up, sealed the wine jar again, and pulled up the trolley: "The raw material of the other jar of wine is more powerful, so I won't let you taste it this time."

"What is the raw material of the other jar of wine?"

"Manjusawa planted by Po Meng herself."

"Oh, next time, next time."

"I'm really sorry, my lord, I made you laugh this time."

"It's all right, but next time you try to see if there is any problem, and we will taste it together."

"Okay, okay."

Didi pulled the flatbed cart and the two giant wine tanks and left the office.

I sat on the wooden chair, my head was still a little swollen.He rubbed his temples with his hands, feeling like he was still alive in this long-lost hangover.

(End of this chapter)