Chapter 691: It’s okay to have a hard life, and it’s good for your beloved to return home

Huishan is also known as Yaozhao Mountain. The ancient book "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" records that there are many laurel trees in Yaozhao Mountain. However, after the Xuanyuan family occupied this blessed land of cave heaven, they enjoyed exclusive happiness for hundreds of years. Perhaps the blessings did not last long and were due to luck. It gradually decreased, and even the old osmanthus trees died one by one. Last year, even the 2,000-year-old osmanthus tree that lived longer than the 1,600-year-old Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain was only the last one named Tang Gui. All the trees have withered, so this angelica cinnamon wine, except for the few jars of wine made from the cinnamon seeds picked last year, has finally become useless.

Everyone in Huishan knows that Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the eldest son of the family, is a ridiculous person who likes to drink Angelica wine with books from sages. The older generation even remembers that every year on Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s birthday, this man once dreamed of going down the mountain to get fame and refused to practice martial arts. Scholars would take their young daughters to Tang Gui's place to have their heights carved. However, after the age of fifteen, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a precocious and worldly person, regarded this matter as a shame and did not want to do it anymore. He became further and further away from his father. In recent years, only Huang Fangfo, one of the few guests who could talk to the scholar, had the pleasure of drinking a pot of golden amber cinnamon bitters. Xuanyuan Jingcheng liked to taste the bitter taste when drinking, and he lived up to the weirdo's reputation. impression.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng brews three jars of angelica wine every year. Two jars are sent to the courtyard, leaving only one jar for himself.

So he always doesn't have enough wine, but he never drinks it here. He allows two jars of wine to sit idle every year. Year after year, the more jars of wine, the more mellow the aroma of the wine and the thicker the dust. .

Chi Lianxia allowed Xuanyuan Jingcheng to pile up and never tasted it once. As long as it was a gift from Xuanyuan Jingcheng, she never used it, so there was a thick layer of dust on the wine jar. I thought it was a piece of earth piled there, but I would never think it was fine wine.

Chi Lianxia didn't say anything to stop Xu Zongjia, she just watched the man who suddenly appeared with cold eyes, not curious about the other person's identity or the other person's purpose, she just looked on coldly.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the man in front of her who was wearing a linen shirt, but had a strong scholarly temperament. In a daze, she even felt that the man in front of her was somewhat similar to her father. If it were before, Xuanyuan Qingfeng would never think that there was anything wrong with such a person. But now she feels in awe of this kind of scholar. This is why Xuanyuan Jingcheng's twenty years of forbearance and once he emerged as a master has brought about a huge change in her impression.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the scholar in front of him curiously, and walked step by step towards the pile of neglected osmanthus wine, his bright eyes filled with confusion.

Xu Zongjia stood still in front of the Angelica wine, looked at the thick dust, and sighed regretfully. This sigh was like a cold wind, blowing into the hearts of Chi Lianxia and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a feeling mixed with regret and regret. The complex emotions lingered in their hearts for a long time, causing them to look at the scholar not far away in shock.

Xu Zongjia gently flapped his palms, and the dust on the wine jar gathered into a ball. He threw it casually and fell outside the courtyard along the damaged courtyard wall.

Xu Zongjia lifted up a jar of osmanthus wine and opened the mud seal at the mouth of the jar. A strong aroma of wine mixed with bitterness floated over. Xu Zongjia's nose twitched slightly. Xu Zongjia held the jar high, raised his head and drank. The green-colored wine seemed to be sucked by a dragon, and all of it entered the slightly opened mouth at an extremely fast speed. Within a moment, not a single drop of wine fell from the wine jar.

Xu Zongjia wiped the drink residue from the corner of his mouth with his wide sleeves. His movements were rough and heroic, not like a scholar at all. He turned to look at the cold and charming woman and said coldly.

"Guizi wine, Angelica sinensis wine, the wine tastes bitter at first and then sweet, with a long aftertaste. It is indeed a good wine. What is even more rare is that the wine contains a trace of the most sincere expectation of the brewer! It is a pity that such a beautiful wine has been covered in dust for decades. Xuanyuan Jingcheng’s hard work and sincerity have all been wasted!”

Xu Zongjia finished the jar of osmanthus wine and disappeared into the courtyard without stopping at all.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't know what he thought of. He quickly came to the wine jar, opened the jar of osmanthus wine again, and took a sip. His mouth was full of bitterness and it was difficult to swallow. I don't know how long it had been, but there was a hint of sweetness rising in his heart. It wakes up and cannot be dissipated for a long time, with a long aftertaste.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked down at the angelica wine that he had hated in the past, with a complicated look on his face. He glanced up at Chi Lianxia, ​​and ran towards the direction of Guniujiang Daxueping with a trace of worry and worry in his eyes. Hated.

Chi Lianxia stood there for a long time, came to her senses, and entered the room. For some reason, she could not forget Xu Zongjia's unexplained words and her daughter's last complicated look, which caused Xu Zongjia's hand-made product to be accidentally removed. He took out a set of wine utensils, left the room again, filled a glass of osmanthus wine, returned to the room, and placed it on the round table.

Chi Lianxia stared at the golden wine in the wine glass. If you didn't look carefully, it would be easy to ignore the green color. It was like Xuanyuan Jingcheng's sincerity, obscure and stubborn.

Chi Lianxia's mood was so complicated for the first time since her sweetheart died of illness. She was reluctant to pick up the wine glass on the table, and then she was reluctant to drink the bitter wine. She didn't know what she was afraid of, or what she was afraid of. What are you resisting?

Chi Lianxia was in a daze, her previous coolness was completely replaced by being at a loss. She held the wine glass with her green and jade fingers, as if she was carrying a huge weight.

Chi Lianxia finally gritted her teeth, opened her lips, and swallowed the golden wine in the cup. A bitter taste filled her mouth, making her frown slightly.

Chi Lianxia seemed to have solved a major problem. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with a trace of sarcasm on her lips. This wine was not unusual, but it was a little bitterer and weirder than ordinary wine. , no other difference.

Although Chi Lianxia was sarcastic, she felt empty and disappointed for some reason. She seemed to have failed expectations that she was not even aware of.

Chi Lianxia felt happy and sad at the same time, playing with the set of sapphire porcelain wine glasses made by Xuanyuan Jingcheng himself with her slender jade fingers. She began to hate herself for no reason, and reached out to slam the wine glasses away.

After a while, she stood up and picked up the sapphire porcelain wine glass that had fallen to the ground. Fortunately, the ground was covered with a wool carpet that was comparable to gold, so it didn't break in the fall.

Chi Lianxia raised her wine glass and looked up, only to find that there were two lines of small words engraved on the bottom of the glass. The handwriting was clear and clear.

“It’s okay for life to be miserable, and it’s good for a good person to return home.”

The bitter taste of the wine in your mouth just disappeared, leaving only a hint of sweetness with a long aftertaste.

Chi Lian Xia Qing's tears fell down from the corners of her eyes, and she dropped her wine glass. Unfortunately, it broke this time.

Chi Lianxia ran out of the room as if she was crazy and ran with all her strength to Guniujiang Daxueping. Even though her heart and lungs were on fire and her breathing was heavy and hard, she still didn't dare to stop and ran towards there with all her strength. He clenched tightly, his veins popped out, and his joints turned white.