Daughter is poisonous: Miss Secret Service Doctor

Chapter 105
Uncle He walked quickly to the wine cabinet, and he bent over to get something from the wine cabinet. A vicissitudes of life voice came from below, and he said with a bit of a smile: "You have a sweet mouth, so my sweet-scented osmanthus You tricked me into brewing everything, but I’m afraid I won’t live for a few days, old man, who knows how many more years of wine can be brewed.”

While talking, Uncle He straightened up with his hands supporting the wooden board of the wine cabinet, and held a black jar in his hand. The lid of the jar was covered with a very thick cloth, and a piece of light yellow thin paper was pasted on the jar. The word osmanthus is written on it.

Xiao Muyan stepped forward a few steps, wanting to finish the jar in Uncle He's hand, and said: "Uncle He, let me do it."

He Bo waved his hands and smiled: "No need, old man, I can't move the wine jar for a few years. I still have the strength to move it a few more times. Anyone who comes is a guest. You just sit on the sidelines and wait to drink." .”

Meng Lilun smiled slightly and said: "Our Uncle He is a stubborn old man, and he has to do everything by himself. Uncle He, I see that the moonlight is good tonight, how about we go directly to your small courtyard to drink?"

Uncle He said with a smile: "You are the only kid who will enjoy it. Since you have said everything, I can still stop you, old man. Let's go. I just set up a new table, so you go and sit."

After finishing speaking, He Bo turned a corner with the wine jar in his arms. He lifted the door curtain and walked in briskly. Meng Lilun and Xiao Muyan looked at each other and followed in one after the other.

What catches the eyelids is a small square courtyard, and the clear moonlight is scattered on the gray-white stone slabs.Looking around, there are several shelves set up on one side of the small courtyard, covered with leaves among the lush greenery, and between the branches and leaves are vaguely hung with vegetables and fruits such as cucumbers and beans, which are hidden or exposed.

On the other side is a tall shelf, which looks like a small pergola from a distance. The winding branches follow the four wooden pillars and climb up the entire pergola. Bunches of grapes are dotted on the horizontal poles, and there are several bunches of purple grapes hidden in the green grapes.

There was a small black table in the middle of the yard, and a few futons were placed around the small table. Xiao Muyan and Meng Lilun followed He Bo and sat down around the futons.

He Bo placed the wine jar on the dark tabletop of the table. At first glance, the black porcelain of the wine jar and the black of the table seemed to blend together, and the pale moonlight lingered around, as if it had been coated with a layer of pale light. faint.

Xiao Muyan watched Uncle He's movements without blinking. What she was curious about was how to open this glass of wine that was wrapped in layers without any objects in his hands.

Without waiting for her to think about it, Uncle He had already removed the thick thread wrapped around the seal, and he threw the thick thread on the cold stone slab casually, but did not touch the layers of thick cloth sealed on the seal of the wine jar. , but put his palms on the pitch-black table.

He patted the table seemingly inadvertently, and the thick cloth that sealed the mouth of the altar seemed to be squeezed by internal force, and it flew up from the mouth of the altar all at once.The strong aroma of wine and sweet-scented osmanthus immediately filled the air, and the cold night was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Xiao Muyan couldn't help being astonished, although Uncle He looked ugly, he actually had such internal strength. The thick cloth on the wine jar had been sealed for at least five years, even if he opened it with a tool, it might not be easy to open. He Bo was actually the best of the best.

It seems that there are countless masters hidden in every corner of the Gochen Kingdom, but these people act low-key and hide in the marketplace so that no one will find out.

He Bo stood up, straightened his rickety back slightly, and said with a smile: "You two drink slowly, old man, I will smoke a bag of dry tobacco under the vines, call me if you have anything to do."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle He walked towards the grape gazebo on his own.Meng Lilun fetched the two wine bowls placed on the small table, lifted the wine jar to reach the two bowls of wine, pushed one of the bowls of fine wine to Xiao Muyan with a push with his slender fingers.

Xiao Muyan picked up the wine bowl, put it between his nose and sniffed it, then smiled unconsciously and said: "This Uncle He is really a special person."

Meng Lilun raised his wine bowl and tilted his head slightly, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a loud smile: "It is precisely because of this that this unparalleled wine is brewed. It can be said that he is one of the top ten figures in the ranking list of the Great Desolation Realm. He originally focused on pursuing the supremacy of cultivation, but later realized that he lived in seclusion in this alley, and instead studied wine making."

Xiao Muyan's eyes moved slightly, she drank the wine bowl in one gulp, the rich and abundant fragrance of flowers mixed with the strong fragrance of cold wine echoed between her lips and teeth, and slowly slid down her throat into her heart and spleen, Immediately, there was a wonderful feeling of refreshment, which was indescribable, but it was wonderful to be deeply immersed in it.

After drinking this bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, Xiao Muyan really understood why Meng Lilun would never forget this fine wine. This clear and mellow taste is better than countless fine wines in the world, and this wine seems to contain a deep feeling of nostalgia , lingering in every inch of the drink, lingering in my heart like smoke.

Xiao Muyan put down the wine bowl in her hand, and glanced at He Bo who was sitting in the reclining chair under the vines in the distance with her bright eyes. The long tobacco rod was only a little bit of sparks left in the smoke nest, blowing in the dark night. Light and darkness flickered, and through the pale moonlight, He Bo's closed eyes could be vaguely seen. He seemed to be asleep, but he seemed to be really asleep.

Xiao Muyan withdrew her eyes, looked at Meng Lilun, and said with a slight smile: "The wine is so good, is there any story? I always feel that a powerful person like He Bo must have an extraordinary story, otherwise this There are countless masters in the world, but few who have epiphany."

With a hook of Meng Lilun's knuckle-boned fingers, Fu lifted the wine jar and poured two bowls of wine into the bowl. He picked up the wine bowl, his eyes darkened, as if looking at Uncle He under the vines, but also as if Didn't look at anything, just meditated.

"Is there anyone in this world who doesn't have a story? It's just that the story of a master is a bit more ups and downs than the average person's. But behind this admiration is the pain that ordinary people can't bear. He Bo often said that his greatest regret is his I am not an ordinary person by nature, but I would be much luckier if I were ordinary.”

Xiao Muyan's long eyelashes trembled, she lowered her eyes slightly, recalling all kinds of secret agent career in her previous life, a seemingly enviable wonderful life, but she bet every minute and every second with her life. It really happened to a good-for-nothing with zero talent. He was so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary. On the contrary, he had no worries about food and clothing, and his life was ordinary.

She smiled and said: "Perhaps sometimes it is a kind of happiness to be plain. After all, fate is fair most of the time. It gave you supreme talent, but it will not make you complete in other aspects. It depends on how to choose." .”

(End of this chapter)