Maybe it's because of Tiehanhan's reasons,
Boss Zhou’s perspective on the world has changed a bit now, especially when it comes to “people”.
Here, human is a broader concept, which can be a living person or a dead person, a man or a woman;
at the same time,
There can be people who are delicious and people who are not delicious.
It’s hard to say how the taste will be the stronger the person is, but it is true that the value of eating it should be greater.
If we ignore Qing's identity and the things behind it,
She should be delicious too.
Now,
Here,
The previous five were not even qualified to sit at Tiehanhan’s table, but the two in front of him barely qualified.
This has nothing to do with good or evil, nor does it involve right or wrong.
Unless the man in front of him was not waving his hands to change the seasons, but was smiling and asking about his well-being, his fate, at least in Boss Zhou's eyes, has been sealed.
after all,
In the final analysis,
Things like dignity, good and evil, right and wrong, etc. are actually all healthy concepts derived from people's solution to the problem of eating.
"What's wrong… … "
With a little fatigue, with a touch of impatience,
Tie Hanhan was woken up by the call.
Unlike a year ago when everyone was wary of each other and on guard against each other in the fight for this body, now everyone just wants to lie down quietly and doesn't want to face such trouble.
It's like a long-distance self-driving tour. Everyone wants to sit in the passenger seat and enjoy the scenery or take a deep sleep, instead of keeping their eyes on the steering wheel with both hands.
"Someone invited you to drink." Zhou Ze said.
“Are there any… dishes…?”
drink wine,
It doesn't seem to make any sense.
Zhou Ze looked into the pavilion and said, "There are no dishes, but the person who invited you to drink can be used as a snack. He just played a trick with the central air-conditioning remote control, and it felt quite chewy."
"hehe… … "
"why are you laughing?"
“The scenery… hasn’t… changed… What has changed… is… your… heart…”
Zhou Ze suddenly understood, nodded, and said: "Oh, I see, then you go down, I will solve it for him."
Some things, once you see through them, are of no use.
Since Tie Hanhan pointed out that the trick played by the man in the pavilion before was not in the true sense of saying something and the world changing accordingly, but was an influence of a more illusory state of mind, then, as long as he closed his heart and pushed forward with his head covered, Zhou Ze had the confidence to demolish not only the man, but even his pavilion.
“I’m…thirsty…”
Hearing this,
Zhou Ze showed a smile.
But he said:
"What did you say? I didn't hear you. Speak louder. Hey, hey, hey!"
"Let it go..."
"Who is thirsty? Who wants to drink water or wine? Who is greedy? Who is talking nonsense but not being upright?"
"Watch... the door... the dog..."
At this time,
On the lake, the young man in the straw raincoat who was still fishing in the rippling water suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Ze. There seemed to be some doubt in his shy face.
This look made Zhou Ze's heart tighten.
"There's a problem. Did he sense it?"
“This… lake… is… his… essence…”
"Is he a lake monster?"
Mountains and lakes have spirits, and it is not uncommon for spirits to be born in certain specific areas and take human form.
The lake is like a mirror.
In front of the real body of others,
Even the slightest changes will be keenly captured by the other party.
Perhaps, the other party was unable to sense that Ying Gou was inside his body, but he had already begun to doubt his subtle expressions and movements while he had been standing here for so long.
"Brother, would you like to go into the pavilion and get drunk?"
"I really hate this kind of uncultured way of communicating." Zhou Ze shook his head and then thought to himself, "Hey, are you coming up?"
"I... come... to drink... you... go... "
Zhou Ze nodded.
OK,
Laziness has reached a new level.
I was too lazy to even get out of bed to eat.
It has to be brought to the mouth before feeding.
Hiss, disgusting.
Throw away distractions,
Boss Zhou, who had been standing by the lake for a long time, finally took a step and walked towards the pavilion.
To outsiders, it might seem that Zhou Ze was considering whether to gamble or not.
Yingying wanted to go with them, but Zhou Ze stopped her by putting his hand behind him. Boss Zhou walked forward while pointing his finger at the boy who was still fishing in the lake.
Yingying understood and continued to stand by the lake, staring at the young man.
The boy blushed even more when Yingying looked at him, and his face drooped. He was really introverted and weak.
If this kind of teenager were placed in a normal primary or junior high school, he might arouse the maternal love and care of many female classmates.
But in Yingying's eyes, except for the boss, other men have only one title:
Male.
Boss Zhou walked into the pavilion, where there were many calligraphy and paintings hanging. Unfortunately, although Boss Zhou ran a bookstore, he had no experience in this area. He was too embarrassed to go closer to see which famous artist's work was signed under the corner, so he simply sat down.
The man also sat down.
He first picked up a pot of wine, poured a glass in front of himself, and then poured another for Zhou Ze.
"I have been drinking wine here alone for sixty years. Every ten years, an old woman comes here to drink with me. The rest of the time, I drink alone. I am so lonely."
If the five guys along the way were indeed a bit hard to look at, then the one in front of him and the lake spirit boy made Zhou Ze quite interested in the mother-in-law.
To be able to suppress these two here for so many years, it would be impossible without some real skills.
What a pity,
She met the Lord of the House.
and,
The Lord is still a scoundrel.
“Drinking is about mood and atmosphere. All stories are in the wine. All worries, all emotions, all excitement are also in the wine.
Wine is a good thing, haha.
What I'm betting on here is wine, and who can drink more. This is gambling, but it doesn't depend on luck, but on strength!
This first glass of wine,
I toast to you! "
Saying,
The man raised his glass.
He stood up to greet Zhou Ze.
Boss Zhou picked up the wine glass, looking embarrassed, but soon relaxed.
Other foods and dishes have a shelf life, but wine gets better with age, right
When I think about it this way, I feel less resistance.
Lift the wine glass.
A faint halo of light ripples out from the wine.
The man's voice sounded again:
"The first cup is to toast to the fickleness of human nature and the fickleness of the world!"
The aroma of wine hits your nose. If it was just a faint smell before, now it is like a large jar of perfume is smashed in front of you, pungent, suffocating, and making people confused!
Before I even started drinking, I was already showing signs of a disaster.
Fortunately,
Zhou Ze had a good idea.
Raise your glass and clink it with the other person.
Just drink it.
Screen,
Freeze at this moment,
The two people in the pavilion were unaware of it.
Yingying by the lake saw her boss sitting at the table with a wine glass in his hand, which he put to his lips, and then he didn't move. The guy sitting opposite her, who had invited her to drink, also didn't move.
Yingying showed concern on her face, but she still believed in her boss. Just like Xu Qinglang said not long ago, anyone could have an accident, Zhou Ze was no exception, but anyone could be killed silently except Zhou Ze.
… …
“A glass of wine, a story, a picture, a state of mind, this is the first glass.
I was born into a scholarly family, but I was a bastard and my mother was just a maid. She died the year I was born.
The high-class family background did not bring me fine clothes and delicious food, but an imbalance deep in my heart. I am my father's son, but I live the same life as Xiao Si's servants, or even... worse.
I was looked down upon and discriminated against. I studied hard, eager to seize any opportunity to turn my life around.
I want to pass the imperial examination, I want to leave this home, I want to get out!
I am almost successful, really, I have touched the dawn, twenty years of humiliation, twenty years of physical and mental torture, are about to end.
However,
Before the exam,
My father was involved in an anti-poetry case.
The entire family’s property was confiscated and the entire family was exiled!
I am among them!
I have a very good relationship with a maid, who is my stepmother's maid. She and I have already secretly decided to spend our lives together. She is waiting for me to pass the imperial examination and then marry her. I have made countless promises to her, and she has waited for me for many years, until she grew up.
But that day,
She was arrested by the government and made a government prostitute.
I am with my relatives.
Embarked on the road of exile..."
… …
In the screen,
In the deep courtyard,
There are tears and laughter, the hustle and bustle of a raging fire, the desolation of the whole family being raided in the end, the resentment of a young man growing up being looked down upon, and the anger of watching a loved one drift away from him.
Fate and absurdity are in cahoots.
This simple story is infinitely magnified in this glass of wine, as if at this moment, you have passively experienced twenty years of time. Just imagine that twenty years are instantly filled in your mind. At this time, are you yourself, or a character in the story
perhaps,
Even you can't tell the difference.
At the very least, Boss Zhou might really be confused for a while, because after taking both his lives together, he is still less than 40 years old.
It is really terrifying for a forty-year-old person to suddenly have twenty years of memories stuffed into his body. It is equivalent to having half of his life filled.
What a pity,
It seems that the one who drank the glass of wine was Boss Zhou.
But in reality,
yes…
On the stone table in the center of the courtyard,
Ying Gou sat there shirtless with a glass of wine in his hand.
Next to him, officials were coming in and out to confiscate the property, crying and complaining. At his feet, a pretty woman in her early twenties was hugging her legs and crying bitterly, saying that she didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to go, “Save me, save me, my love, my love, save me…”
The officer was holding the shackles behind her, pulling her hard, scolding her,
She held Ying Gou's legs tightly, crying and begging, reluctant to leave.
Looking at everything happening around me and the people on the screen,
Ying Gou was not moved, nor was he sad or empathetic, but it cannot be said that he did not have any emotional changes at all.
There are emotions.
That is... disgust. (To be continued)