Chapter 8 Life in the Cup

In the old man's idea, everyone performs according to their own script. Whether the result is good or bad, whether they are happy or not, everyone just follows their own trajectory.

The old man is only a character in the script, so although Cao Bo appeared beside him, he did not know Cao Bo at all. Because the old man is just a character, not a screenwriter or director, and some things will be boring if they are too clear.

"Then I'll be your actor. Shouldn't you pay me?" Cao Bo joked with the other party: "It's good to give a boxed lunch."

"This is not right!" The old man shook his finger and denied, "Although you have become a supporting role in my script, I am also a supporting role in your script!" And generally speaking, the older the actor, the better his acting skills are. I don't care if you want to pay for the appearance!"

Cao Bo squeezed his lips and smiled. He knew that he could not argue with the old man in this 'field', because he saw many things so thoroughly that he could not be compared with a beginner like himself.

"Since we are all the protagonists in the script, why do we still die? Generally speaking, the protagonists in the script will not die!" Cao Bo didn't know why he suddenly thought of Jin Haoyue, so Cao Bo asked, "Some people don't deserve to die, but they died for some reason. Since they are the protagonists in the script, this should not be their end!"

The old man leisurely twisted a squid shred and then looked directly into Cao Bo's eyes. Cao Bo dared to look at each other at first, but a few seconds later Cao Bo dodged his eyes.

"I see sadness in your eyes!" The old man stuffed the shredded squid into his mouth, and then slowly chewed it with his irregular teeth: "When I'm old, my teeth are not good. I seldom eat this kind of thing, and the doctor won't let me..."

"The people around you are dead?" The old man suddenly said, "I guess it's not your elder, right? Maybe it's a good friend of you who can run out and drink alone?

Cao Bo looked at the other party in surprise. He didn't expect that the old man would see through his heart at once.

"In fact, there is nothing strange, just because I have read the scripts of countless people..." The old man finally swallowed the shredded squid. He gently rubbed his cheeks, as if he had made him feel difficult to the extent just now.

"In fact, it's not a very good friend..." Somehow, Cao Bo only felt that the old man in front of him had become kind, and suddenly had a strong desire to talk to him sitting in front of him, just like the feeling of his grandson sitting next to his grandfather.

Cao Bo took a sip of juice, and then slowly talked about the matter between himself and Jin Haoyue. Perhaps because he was not familiar with the other party, Cao Bo did not have any scruples in his heart, and some ambiguous plots were also told.

The old man's face did not show joy and anger. He just wiped the cup while listening quietly. In the middle, he did not interrupt Cao Bo's words. It was not until Cao Bo said that Jin Haoyue's plane crash that the old man finally sighed.

"Although I can't explain the reason to you, her death is indeed directly related to me." Cao Bo's fingers holding the cup trembled a little, and the vivid faces kept flashing in front of his eyes.

"So do you blame yourself?" The old man's dim yellow eyes looked at Cao Bo without blinking: "Do you think they died because of you?"

Cao Bo nodded, and then he put his hands on the back of his head and fell down again.

"You are so stupid, hehe." The old man removed Cao Bo's juice cup and put two clean ones on the bar.

"Take this bottle of 'Jiayang No. 3' as an example. The initial price of this wine has reached nearly 2,500 yuan." The old man didn't know why he took out the bottle of wine again, and he gently rubbed the smooth bottle, as if he were admiring a work of art.

"Just like life, this bottle of wine was born with a silver spoon, and the next value soared all the way. Finally, when it came to my hand, it had risen to 8,200 yuan..." The old man said that because the limited edition was rare, many collectors would try their best to get two or three bottles: "Now this bottle The wine is in its prime, and it may be far from reaching its peak, because as far as I know, there are less than 600 bottles of this wine left, and the rest have been drunk.

Although Cao Bo doesn't know how to collect things, he also knows that the less left, the higher the value. Now this bottle of wine can be sold for more than 8,000 yuan, and he may break through the 10,000 yuan mark in a few days.

Bow! Cao Bo immediately raised his head when he heard this familiar voice. Sure enough, he saw the old man open the bottle of wine worth nearly 10,000!

"You!" Cao Bo's face was full of surprise, because he never thought that the old man opened the wine worth more than 8,000 yuan so casually! This money is enough for Cao Bo's one-year college expenses!

"Actually, my intention of buying this bottle of wine is to collect it, because this is my hobby and hobby." As the old man spoke, he poured the wine into two cups. When the golden ** hit the bottom of the cup and stirred up a thin layer of foam, Cao Bo had already smelled the refreshing smell of wheat.

"When I got it, I even thought about when I met a customer who knew the goods, and then sold it for 10,000 or 20,000 yuan..." The old man handed a cup to Cao Bo. At first, Cao Bo looked at each other disbelief and did not dare to reach out his hand, but it was not until the old man stuffed the cup into his hand that Cao Bo knew. It's serious to know each other.

The old man took a sip by himself, and then praised fiercely: "It tastes best at this time!" It seems that there are still people who know how to do it. No matter how well this thing is sealed, the taste will fade after a long time!"

The old man naturally refers to those who have drunk the wine. In fact, the collection does not have to be placed in the house. It is also good as a good memory.

"Try it quickly!" The old man poured a little more, and then urged Cao Bo to drink it quickly.

Originally, Cao Bo was a little reluctant to give up, because this cup is worth 8,000 yuan! But the old man told him that since the wine was opened, it was worthless. If you really cherish it, you should drink it as soon as possible.

Cao Bo also took a sip when he heard the words. He had drunk many brands of beer before, but this time when the beer was in his mouth, Cao Bo felt that there was not only a faint sweetness on the tip of his tongue, but also a long fragrance at the tip of his nose!

A mouthful of beer from the tongue to the stomach, Cao Bo suddenly felt very comfortable.

"That's really good!" Cao Bo exhaled, "I just think it's a pity."

"You naughty child, what a pity!" The old man poured some more to Cao Bo: "I just said that wine actually has its own script like people. Although it was beautiful before, isn't it enough to let us drink it?"

"Although I said that everyone is the protagonist of their own script, the protagonist will also die! It's just that we don't act in the movies and series we usually watch. The old man drank the second glass of wine slowly. He drank almost a little bit: "As long as it's a human, there is no immortality. It's just a matter of sooner or later. Why are you so persistent about this?"

After listening for so long, Cao Bo also understood that the old man was comforting himself, and in order to convince himself, he did not hesitate to open a bottle of nearly 10,000 yuan of wine!

"But they shouldn't have died like this!" Cao Bo was still very persistent on this issue, but he just wanted to taste the wine again, but he was hit hard by the old man.

"You stinky boy, you are really a wooden fish head!" The old man put the bottle heavily on the bar, and then stared at Cao Bo with red eyes: "Then this bottle of wine should not have been opened so early! Why can you still drink it now?

"I've said before that this is its script and his life!" The old man said earnestly, "None of us can see what the outcome of each other is, and we don't know how long it will take us to make a curtain call, but you can do it well!" That is, while you are still on the stage, try your best to play your own role and make your own script look more perfect!"

The old man asked about Cao Bo about his recent situation. When he learned that Cao Bo was a medical student and had recently interned in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, the old man's eyes gradually brightened.

"To be honest, your script will be wonderful!" The old man put his wine glass aside and said that the wine was enough, and the remaining half of the bottle was given to Cao Bo.

"A lot of things are just a small episode of your life. You will experience more kinds of scripts in the future, and you will become the most important role in many people's scripts in the future!" The old man kept pouring wine for Cao Bo and continued to open him: "So it's okay to be sad when a friend dies. If you are insensitive, I will look down on you."

"But as I just said, she ended the scene by accident, just because the girl's script was written like this, which has nothing to do with you at all! Of course, everyone else is the same!" The old man walked to Cao Bo's side at some point. He gently stroked Cao Bo's forehead and looked at him gently: "Do you understand, child? You don't have to bear so much pressure..."

To this extent, what else does Cao Bo not understand? He only felt that his mind was suddenly enlightened, and the depressed mood just now also dissipated.

Although Jin Haoyue's accident is not what Cao Bo wants to see, who can explain the world's affairs clearly? Whether the accident was man-made or not, why should I carry everything on my body?

"Thank you so much today!" Cao Bo turned his head and looked at the old man in front of him. Although his old face and white hair had not changed, the other party became more and more kind in Cao Bo's eyes.

"There's nothing to thank you. In fact, this is fate!" The old man smiled and said, "If you want, I can upgrade you from a dragon actor to a supporting role. What do you think?" Cao Bo heard that the other party clearly made an invitation to himself.

Cao Bo naturally wants to be closer to each other, but he has no money in his pocket. He can't afford to consume the things here.

However, as soon as Cao Bo said his idea, he was brained by the other party. The old man scolded, "Bad boy, if I love money so much, can I open this bottle of wine? By the way, to be honest, what do you think of this bottle of wine?

Cao Bo first praised a few words, and then said a little inadequacy that he thought was: "It would be better if it was a little more ice. Why don't you bring the Arctic ice cubes and let me put them in it and try again?"

Unexpectedly, Cao Bo was beaten again. It seemed that the old man really regarded him as his grandson.

"Idiot! In that case, won't it taste lighter? The old man poked Cao Bo and squeezed his eyes and whispered, "It's just tap water. How big is my head to get ice from the North Pole?"