"Well, good wine." Slightly intoxicated, Lan Jue's eyes seemed a little blurred, breathing in the strong smoky and peaty smell in the wine.
In front of him is a small dining table that can accommodate eight people. Although the dining table is small, it is very classical and luxurious, with wood grain parquet and gilding lines, which are very textured.
The sommelier sits at the main seat, Lan Jue sits on his left, and the gourmet sits on his right.
Gourmet is wearing black trousers and a white shirt today, but unlike Lan, he also has a vest with a U-shaped opening on his body, which makes him look more gentlemanly.
However, the cuffs of his shirt are rolled up now, and he holds a long and narrow knife in his right hand. The blade is about thirty centimeters long, and the handle is dark yellow. If someone who knows the goods is here, they will be shocked and widen their eyes when they see this knife. Not to mention the magnificent cloud pattern on the blade, the mammoth ivory handle alone is extremely rare even in the Shangyuan era Treasures.
The gourmet's slender fingers moved lightly, and slices of Iberico ham as thin as cicada's wings quietly floated up, and then fell into the white porcelain plate in his other hand. Under the white porcelain plate, the candle fire baked, and the fat instantly became transparent, making the ham look a bit more crystal-like.
The sommelier looked at Gourmet, then at Lan Jue, and said flatly, "You've already drunk almost half a bottle of Tasca, can the story begin?"
Lan Jue shook the wine glass in his hand, picked up a slice of ham and put it in his mouth. The rich but not greasy aroma instantly fills the mouth. Then he took a sip of Talisker whiskey, and the strong single malt whiskey exploded the aroma like a fire, and the aroma seemed to spread into every pore of him in an instant.
"Taiscal is characterized by a strong peaty flavor and strong island characteristics. It is a legendary wine that is unruly and unruly. If a person who loves it really likes this taste, then he can't help but follow it with all his heart."
The sommelier said quietly: "What you want to tell me is the story of Taiska?"
The gourmet finished heating another plate of ham, and sat down himself. He gestured with the knife in his hand, as if he was about to insert it into the table. The sommelier glared at him. The gourmet smiled slightly, and put the knife into the solid wood scabbard.
As soon as he reached out his hand, the gourmet took the Tasca with less than half a bottle left on the table, and the golden wine glowed slightly under the light.
"If you don't give him a drink, he will talk about it naturally." The gourmet poured himself half a glass, and conveniently put the bottle on his side.
The sommelier nodded in satisfaction.
Lan Jue was a little depressed, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, "I'm a little sleepy, I want to go back to sleep, what should I do?"
The sommelier's eyelids twitched, "Then you go."
"Can you still come in the future?" Lan Jue said with a faint smile, the corner of his mouth twitching.
The sommelier gave him a sideways glance, "What do you think?"
"I came here three years ago, right?" Lan Jue said calmly, leaning on the back of the chair.
"Three years, one month and three days." The sommelier replied like a science student.
There was a bit of bitterness at the corner of Lan Jue's mouth, "I have a beautiful wife, she is gentle, beautiful, and kind, and anyone who is with her will feel like a spring breeze. From the first time I saw her, I was fascinated She conquered, and I love her."
"We are an enviable couple. The relationship is very smooth. We communicate, accompany, and walk along the way. It is natural to be together, and it is natural to feel the happiness that each other brings to each other. She is like my whole world. , with her in the day, the world is colorful."
"But why are happy days always so short. Three years ago, she left me forever in an accident. I don't even know whether the accident was real or man-made. All traces are due to a big accident. It exploded and completely disappeared. I couldn't find her, and she didn't even leave a trace. It was as if she had never appeared in my life."
"She's gone, so, my heart is empty."
"So, I came here. I like the tranquility of Tianhuo Avenue and the life here. In the early years, when I first came here, I fell in love with this place. Originally, I planned to bring her with me Yes. But she left so suddenly."
Lan Jue spoke very calmly, even his eyes gradually became calm, as if he was just telling a story, a story that had nothing to do with himself.
"Not long ago, a customer came to my jewelry store and she left me a note. Tell me my wife is not dead. And showed me the video. I believed it. I couldn't help but believe it, even for the sake of I lied to myself, I knew it was impossible, but I believed it."
"So, I did something for them. They told me the whereabouts of my wife. They also told me that my wife was going to marry someone else. As a man, I think you should be able to understand my feelings at that time. "
"So, I went. I got my wife back. I was so happy then, she was like a paintbrush, bringing color back into my world."
"But, after all, it's my self-deception. It's just a girl who looks like my wife. She, not her."
Having said this, Lan Jue stopped, with an elegant smile on his face, but his eyes were so hollow that it made one's heart palpitate.
The sommelier waved in the direction of the gourmet, the light flashed slightly, and the bottle of Taliscar appeared in his hand.
Pulling out the cork, the sommelier silently poured a glass of Taliscar for Lan Jue, and then raised his own glass.
Lan Jue picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. In an instant, the strong burning sensation of high-grade whiskey put him in the flames. But the scorching heat in his throat could not reduce the severe pain in his heart at all. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he learned of the accident three years ago.
"Let's go." Putting down the wine glass, Lan Jue got up and left.
Sommeliers and gourmets didn't keep him. A man's grief cannot be easily resolved with words.
At this time, Lan Jue's mood had already faded, and he didn't even have the intention to seek revenge on those who gave him false news. In any case, they also brought him hope and surprise, although the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. But at least, at that moment, he thought that Hera had really returned.
The sommelier and the gourmet were relatively silent. After drinking the wine in the glass, the gourmet ate the last piece of ham on the plate.
"I'm leaving too." The gourmet said.
"Hmm." The sommelier nodded slightly.
Standing up, the gourmet raised his eyebrows, "Hey, that guy doesn't seem to have paid for the drink, right? Didn't you say he invited you today?"
The sommelier's hand holding the wine glass suddenly froze as if under petrification magic.