004 Black

When he came out of his home, Chu Mu was irritable and unconsciously walked to the blacksmith's shop.

The blacksmith shop and the Chu Mu family are divided into two ridges, one east and one west, separated by a large valley, and in the valley is Luohu Village. The old blacksmith is the only blacksmith in the village who is good at farming. Without children, alone, lonely and helpless.

Chu Mu felt that the old blacksmith was quite similar to himself.

Chu Mu, because of his background and his waste body, is a big chewing point for the villagers of Luohu Village, and has been ridiculed and ridiculed. So is the old blacksmith, and the world is a fallen man.

I remember that when he first met the old blacksmith, he was besieged by a group of ignorant children with vegetable leaves dripping dirty juice.

"Deadly lame!"

"Monster, onefooter."

"It's all like this, what's the point of living in the world!"

There are all kinds of vicious words. The old blacksmith's body is drenched with rotten vegetable leaves. However, the old blacksmith ignored it as if he was unconscious.

Chu Mu couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and almost caught fire. He was besieged by the group of ignorant children. You should know that most of the children have stepped into the ranks of martial arts practitioners. Thanks to the patriarch who happened to pass by, he calmed down!

At this point, two people with the same fate came together and formed a er, forgetful friendship.

Chu Mu is relatively casual and has a weak nature. It's not tiring to move and run for a day. Calm down and be able to stay on the wall and bask in the sun all day. I had a wordless chat with the old blacksmith.

Sometimes, Chu Mu feels that his increasingly lazy nature is influenced by the old blacksmith.

Those who are close to ink, black.

I don't know if the old blacksmith is here. Chu Mu sat down on the stool under the corner of the wall, leaned lazily against the dark wall, and squinted at the bright sun.

I don't know why, as long as you stay under this wall, Chu Mu's heart can settle down and no longer be messy.

"Young man, come in," the old blacksmith's weak voice sounded in the room. The old blacksmith never asked Chu Mu's name, nor did Chu Mu say it.

Chu Mu stood up lazily and walked into the room.

The room was dark and a little cold, and Chu Mu couldn't help trembling.

"Young man, I don't know if you can drink this wine?" Only the voice of the old blacksmith was heard in the room, but his figure was not seen.

"You can drink, but you don't have Grandpa's mass. At that time, I'm afraid it will sweep away Grandpa's interest!" In his previous life, Chu Mu drank a lot of wine. Regardless of the quantity or category, Chu Mu himself doesn't remember how much he drank.

Chu Mu has never drunk the wine of this world. I can't help but wonder what this exotic wine tastes like.

In addition, Chu Mu was touched by seeing his mother's hard work in the morning. Thinking about the useless work he had done for so many years, he was ridiculed and ridiculed. He felt uncomfortable, but he wanted to drink to drown his sorrows.

It's not surprising that the old blacksmith said to Chu Mu's extremely mature words. His tremetic figure appeared from the shadow. "An old man, what's the interest? It's just to relieve boredom." The old blacksmith said, holding a wine pot in his hand, slowly walked to the corner of the wall, and poured the wine in the wine pot in the corner of the wall. In the empty jar, it is tightly closed.

Only then did Chu Mu find that there was a bunch of basketball-sized wine jars along the wall.

The old blacksmith slapped the rest of the wine jar one by one, making a "bang" sound like picking watermelon. The old blacksmith tilted his ears and seemed to distinguish the sound that was no different from Chu Mu.

When the last altar was shot, the old blacksmith's eyebrows unfolded and carefully raised the wine jar, as if he were holding a priceless treasure.

"I'll do it, I'll do it," Chu Mu hurriedly ran over and took over the wine jar. It was expected that such a large wine jar would be very heavy, so he had a lot of energy. Unexpectedly, this wine jar is as empty and has no weight at all.

The old blacksmith seemed not to see Chu Mu's questioning eyes, turned around and hid in the shadow again. When he appeared again, he held a plate of black things, grabbed two blue wine glasses and put them on the table.

A young and old, sitting opposite each other.

"You are the first person to enter my room," the old blacksmith said lightly, in a very light tone, as if it were a dream.

Although Chu Mu often stays with the old blacksmith, he has never entered this room.

The old blacksmith's rough palm gently stroked the wine jar, and his face was full of love, as if he were looking at his old lover, mixed with sparks of love. Carefully patted off the wax paper sealed at the mouth of the wine jar, and the wine suddenly overflowed.

"Good wine!" Just smelling the fragrance of this wine has defeated the best wine that Chu Mu had drunk in his previous life. Chu Mu looked curiously. In the wine jar, it was foggy and his eyes couldn't get in.

The fog at the mouth of the altar is fragrant, and the aroma of wine becomes stronger and stronger.

The old blacksmith patted gently on the table, and the wine jar suddenly became empty, dripping in the air, and the fog in the wine jar was even more encircling. Under the fog, a wine sword shot out of the mouth of the altar. The old blacksmith quickly grabbed the two blue wine glasses on the table and wrote lightly in the air. The wine was not spilled, as if he had exhausted his strength. He slowly put his hand holding the glass on the table. At this time, the wine jar slowly fell on the table, as if it were being held by something.

Movement is turbulent, quiet is gentle.

One beat, one time, one release, the two states are perfectly interpreted between the old blacksmith's wave.

The old blacksmith's inadvertent play shocked Chu Mu. Although it doesn't look as gorgeous as those bartenders in the previous life, there are many more technical things in it. This control alone is not enough for everyone.

Chu Mu's eyes are a little different when he looks at the old blacksmith. Emotions are a hidden master.

Chu Mu's fierile eyes, the old blacksmith felt that this time he was no longer as indifferent as before, pushing a cup to Chu Mu, "It's the habit of beating iron and throwing around all day long. Come on, drink!"

Chu Mu came to his senses and looked at the wine glass in front of him. There is still a fog in the mouth of the wine glass. Chu Mu picked it up and sniffed deeply. Suddenly, the smell of wine went deep down his nostrils, and his whole body was very comfortable.

"Drink it!" The old blacksmith picked up the glass and poured it down with his neck up. His mouth was tightly closed, and a smell of alcohol visible to the naked eye came out of his nostrils. The old blacksmith trembled all over and suddenly became energetic.

The look of the old blacksmith is the same as that of a marijuana smoker in his previous life.

Drawing the gourd in the same way, Chu Mu also poured down all the things in this cup, which was so exciting. This feeling is just like the Sprite and Coca-Cola drinks I drank in my previous life. The juice entered my mouth and exploded everywhere. However, the drink has become spicy. The liquor flows into the intestines and spreads all the way, which is comfortable.

Every cell of the whole body seems to be bathed in the fragrance of wine, with extremely refreshing, refreshing with fire, and the fire is condensed. Chu Mu closed his eyes and thought about it for a long time. I'm afraid this is the best wine he has ever drunk. Maotai and Wuliangye are not as good as those. Furthermore, this is simply not wine, it can be said that it is agar and jade wine.

The old blacksmith looked at Chu Mu's enjoyment and smiled. This was his first expression fluctuation, when Chu Mu closed his eyes. The old blacksmith drank a cup by himself and did not plan to add another cup to Chu Mu.

After drinking three more cups, the old blacksmith was a little dizzy, and his physical strength gradually became weak, and he fell softly on the table.

It felt a little lighter before Chu Mu opened his eyes and looked at the old blacksmith lying on the table.

"This is really not a good drinker!" Chu Mu looked at this thin and weak old man with contempt.

"Snoring~snoring~" The old blacksmith snores himself. As he gasped, the old blacksmith's clothes automatically rose without wind, and the wind sounded hunting.

The smell of wine is diffuse, and the room is full of wine.

The state of the old blacksmith shocked Chu Mu again, who was indeed a hidden master.

He picked up the wine jar from the old blacksmith and shook it. There was still half of the jar left. Chu Mu drank by himself and was shocked by himself.

Half of the jar, eight cups were poured, and with the first cup, Chu Mu drank a total of nine cups.

"Plain clothes!" As soon as he finished drinking, Chu Mu was fine, but he had a big tongue.

In less than a minute, the wine began to rise. First, his head became drowsy, and then his body was not his own, uncontrollably lying on the ground with a "plop" and not waking up.

This has never happened before. Although Chu Mu can't be said to be a thousand cups drunk, he drinks moderately and has never drunk much.

This time he was drunk, one reason is that the wine is really delicious; the other reason is that he despises the strength of the wine; third reason is that he has a depression in his heart and tries to use wine to relieve his worries.

It's even more sad to drink!

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