I remember Yin Rui's birthday firmly, because I am afraid that Yin Rui will be angry if I forget it. As for Yin Nanhan's birthday, I also remember it so well. It is a last resort. In the past ten years, Yin Nanhan's birthday was a big day. He naturally had to spend a lot of time to prepare a birthday gift for Yin Nanhan, and Yin Nanhan was extremely tricky, if he dared to buy something to fool him, his narrow-mindedness could compete with Yin Rui's. Whenever there are times, I will sigh that these two people are worthy of being father and son.
This time of year is really deserted. Bai Fan remembers that at this time in previous years, the elders of all parties have already started to move around frequently, but this year Yin Nanhan's life and death are unknown, and the leader has changed. Those elders are all good people, so naturally no one will mention it. Yin Nanhan.
Because he was thinking about this matter, Bai Fan mentioned it in the letter he wrote to Yin Rui at night, and when he received a reply the next night, it said, [From now on, you only need to prepare gifts for me.]Looking at this domineering and confident tone, Bai Fan really couldn't laugh or cry, Yin Rui is so sure that Yin Nanhan will not come back? However, remembering the bloody and tearful history of preparing gifts for Yin Nanhan, Bai Fan couldn't help but gritted his teeth in resentment. Really, compared to Yin Rui's request of only a bowl of longevity noodles, Yin Nanhan's request is simply a toss.
Bai Fan thought and thought, but couldn't help it, and began to write to Yin Rui about his grievances. Back then, one day, after Yin Nanhan had passed his academic examination, he suddenly mentioned that he wanted to drink him on his birthday. The wine brewed by himself, Yin Nanhan has said so, what else can he do, he can only brew it honestly, what's more, Yin Nanhan doesn't allow the brewer to teach him at all, saying that only in this way can he show his filial piety, go Your sister's filial piety, can he still figure out the method of brewing wine by himself for this filial piety
Poor has never been in touch with wine making, and he knows nothing about this craft. He Baidu during the day and hands-on at night. In order to prevent Yin Nanhan from seeing this kind of "wine" and slapping him with his palm, Bai Fan could only go back to his old business, prying open the door of a drunkard's servant, stealing a pot of wine from him, and then pouring it into the fine wine. In the pot, it was presented on Yin Nanhan's birthday.
That day, when Yin Nanhan drank the jug of wine, he laughed so strangely that it made Bai Fan's body shudder, almost thinking that his cheating had been seen through.
The smile of Yin Nanhan back then made Bai Fan not dare to relax even after Yin Nanhan's birthday, and forced himself to brew a good wine, for fear that Yin Nanhan would suddenly want to drink again one day, and then expose his lies. A tragic scene of the past flashed in his mind. Bai Fan's resentment towards Yin Nanhan can be said to be extremely deep, [Actually, the first jar of wine I brewed is still there, I really want to pour that jar of wine into Yin Nanhan's mouth one day Go, I let him pick that.]At the end of the letter, Bai Fan wrote very relieved, as if in this sentence, he released the oppression he had received from Yin Nanhan for these years.
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[Where is the altar of wine?]
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[Why do you ask this, buried under the tree in the backyard.]
Yin Rui put away the letter paper, walked to the place Bai Fan said, and dug out the wine that had been buried for many years. He gently brushed off the dust on the wine jar, and took the wine with him to the back mountain where he was retreating. In that bamboo forest.
The stone wall opened rumblingly, and the sudden light made Yin Nanhan squint his eyes in discomfort. He raised his head and saw the wine jar in Yin Rui's hand at a glance, his eyes lit up, and then he became a little suspicious. Kindness
"Why, you look very surprised." Yin Rui walked in slowly, "That's right, I'm afraid you don't know what day it is today."
"What day is it?" Being imprisoned here for such a long time has long been irrelevant. It would be strange if you knew what day it is.
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Yin Rui's mouth, "Didn't Yin Nanhan, who used to be invincible in the past, love to have fun on his birthday? Why, I can't even remember the date this year."
Yin Nanhan raised his eyebrows, "So, my dear son, you are here to celebrate my birthday."
Yin Rui sneered unceremoniously, "Passing a birthday, people who have already passed their anger, who would still think about celebrating your birthday for you, I came here just to bring you something." Throwing the wine jar in his hand towards Yin Nanhan.
Although Yin Nanhan is restrained now, he is like a cripple, but the eyesight of a martial arts practitioner is still there, and he accurately caught the thrown wine jar. He frowned, and endured the shock of his already injured arm from the wine jar. The strength of hemp.
Yin Rui raised his chin, "Open it and have a taste."
Yin Nanhan glanced at Yin Rui inexplicably, but now he doesn't need to be afraid of anything. If Yin Rui wants to kill him, he can do it at any time. There is no need to prepare a jar of poisoned wine. I took a sip, but I couldn't help but spit it out after I drank it, and I couldn't stop coughing.
"Cough cough, this is, cough, what is this?" Yin Nanhan asked with a painful expression.