Chapter 886

Maybe it's because of iron and naive. Boss Zhou's perspective on the world has changed, especially on "people".

Here, human is a broader concept, which can be a living person, a dead person, a man or a woman;

at the same time,

can also be a delicious person, as well as an unsavory person.

The stronger the people are, the more difficult it is to say how they taste, but it is true that the greater the value of eating is.

If you forget about Qing's identity and the things behind her,

she should also be delicious.

Now,

here,

the first five don't even have the qualification to go to the Tiehan dining table, but the two in front of us barely have the qualification.

This has nothing to do with good or evil, nor does it involve right or wrong.

unless the man in front of him is just not waving his hand to change spring, summer, autumn and winter, but laughing and asking for warmth, his fate, at least on the side of boss Zhou, has been sealed.

After all,

in the final analysis,

dignity, good and evil, right and wrong and so on are all derived from people 's disease-free after solving the problem of eating.

"How What Yes... "

With a little bit of tiredness and a little bit of intolerance,

tie Han is woken up.

Unlike a year ago, when we were on guard against each other and fighting for the body, now, everyone wants to lie still and not face this kind of trouble.

It's like a long-distance self driving tour. You want to take the copilot's seat to have a look at the scenery or go to sleep, but you don't want to keep your eyes on the steering wheel with both hands.

"You are invited to drink." Zhou Ze said.

"Yes Food Do you... "

Drinking,

doesn't seem to mean much.

Zhou zete looked around the pavilion and said, "there is no food, but the person who invites you to drink can look like food and wine at the moment. Just now he played a trick of central air conditioning remote control, which makes him feel very chewy."

"Ah Ah... "

"What are you laughing at?"

"Jing No Change Change Of It's You Of Heart... "

Zhou Ze suddenly nodded and said, "Oh, I see. Go on, I'll solve it for him."

Some things, see through, also have no use.

Since tie Han points out the hand that the man in the pavilion used to play, it's not a real way of saying things, and the world changes with it, but a more nihilistic state of mind. So long as you close your heart and cover your head and push it directly, let alone the man, even Zhou Ze, his pavilion, is confident to dismantle it for him.

"Mouth Thirsty Yes... "

Smell speech,

Zhou Ze's mouth showed a smile,

but said:

"what do you say? I didn't hear you. Speak up a little bit. Hello!"

"Put IV... "

"Who is thirsty? Who wants to drink water and drink? Who is greedy? Who is disrespectful of integrity."

"Look Door Dogs... "

At this time,

on the lake, the boy in coir raincoat, who was still fishing, suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Ze. His shy face seemed mixed with some doubts.

This vision, let Zhou Ze heart a tight.

"There's a problem. He sensed it?"

"This Lake Just It's He Of Ben Body........ "

"Is he a lake demon?"

There are spirits in mountains and lakes. It's not uncommon for some specific areas to be born with spirits and turn into human shapes.

The surface of the lake is like a mirror,

in front of other people's body,

any subtle changes will also be keenly captured by the other side.

Maybe, the other side can't sense that the winning hook is in his body, but he has doubts about the subtle movements he has been standing here for so long.

"Brother, would you like to go to the pavilion and get drunk?"

"I really hate this kind of communication." Zhou Ze shook his head and said to himself, "Hey, can't you get up?"

"I Come on Drink You To Well... "

Zhou Ze nodded,

OK,

lazy to a new height,

lazy even to get out of bed to eat,

have to feed to the mouth.

Hiss, nausea.

Leaving aside the distractions,

boss Zhou, who had been standing by the lake for a long time, finally took a step towards the pavilion.In the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Ze may be thinking about whether to gamble or not.

Yingying wants to go with her, but Zhou Ze stretches her hand behind her to stop her. Boss Zhou points to the boy who is still fishing in the lake as he goes forward.

Warbler and warbler will continue to stand by the lake and stare at the young man.

The young man blushed even more when he was seen by Yingying. His face fell down. He was really introverted and weak.

This kind of juvenile, if left in a normal junior high school, may arouse the maternal care of schoolmates.

But in Yingying's eyes, all men except the boss have only one title:

male.

Boss Zhou walked into the pavilion and hung many calligraphy and paintings. It's a pity that although boss Zhou runs a bookstore, he really has no experience in this aspect. He was embarrassed to go to see which famous works the signing in the corner was. He just took a seat directly.

The man also sat down,

first picked up a pot of wine, poured a glass in front of him, and poured it to Zhou Ze.

"I've tasted the wine here alone for sixty years. Every ten years, an old woman comes here to drink with me. The rest of the time, I'm the only one to drink by myself. I'm lonely and lonely."

If before, all the way, those five guys are really a little hard to see, now this plus the young boy of the lake essence makes Zhou Ze have a lot of interest in that mother-in-law.

It's impossible to suppress these two people here for so many years without some real skills.

Unfortunately,

she met Fu Jun,

moreover,

Fu Jun was still a rascal.

"Drinking, artistic conception, atmosphere, and all stories are in the wine. All worries, all emotions, all excitement are also in the wine.

Wine is a good thing.

Here, I'm betting on wine. I'm betting on who can drink. It's gambling, not luck, but strength!

This first glass of wine,

I salute you! "

As he spoke,

the man raised his glass,

he greeted Zhou Ze.

Boss Zhou picked up his glass and looked pale, but soon he was relieved.

Other food and dishes have a shelf life. The older the wine, the more fragrant it is, right?

In this way, the sense of conflict in my heart is much less.

When the glass is held up, a light circle of light ripples away from the wine, and the voice of the man rings again: "the first glass, respect for human feelings, and the world is cool!"

, the smell of wine is coming. If it is just a faint smell, then it is like a large cylinder of perfume that is smashed before you, pungent, smoky and chaotic.

Before drinking, there is a sign that the car will overturn.

Fortunately,

Zhou Ze has a bottom in mind,

raise your glass and touch each other falsely,

drink with the trend.

In the picture,

at this time, the two people in the pavilion don't know themselves,

Yingying by the lake sees her boss sitting on the table with a glass of wine on her lips, and then she doesn't move. The guy who invites the boss to drink is not moving either.

Yingying's face shows concern, but she still believes in the boss, as Xu Qinglang said not long ago. Everyone may have an accident, Zhou Ze is no exception, but everyone may have an accident quietly, but Zhou Ze is not the only one.

…………

"A glass of wine, a story, a picture, a mood, this is the first cup.

I was born in a scholarly family, but I am a commoner, and my mother is only a servant girl. In the year of my birth, my mother died.

What Gao zhaimendi brings me is not good clothes and good food, but the imbalance from the bottom of my heart. I am the son of my father, but I live the same life as the servant of Xiaosi, even Not so good.

I have suffered from blindness and discrimination. I am eager to study hard and seize any chance to turn myself over.

I want to get credit, I want to leave this house, I want to come out!

I'm almost successful. Really, I've touched the dawn. Twenty years of humiliation and twenty years of physical and mental torture are coming to an end.

However,

before the exam, my father was involved in the anti poetry case,

the family property was copied and the whole family was exiled!

I, too!

I have a servant girl who has a good relationship with me. She is the servant girl of my own mother. She has been engaged with me for a long time. She will marry her after I get my reputation. I have made countless appointments with her. She has also waited for me for many years, until she is a big girl.

But that day,

she was taken away by the government and confiscated.

I'm with my family,On the way to exile... "

…………

In the picture,

in the deep courtyard,

there are tears and laughter, the blatant noise of cooking oil, the desolation of the family being copied at last, the unwillingness of young people to grow up with white eyes, and the anger of seeing the beloved go away from themselves.

Fate and absurdity are in collusion.

The simple story, however, is magnified infinitely in this glass of wine. It seems that at this moment, you have passively experienced 20 years. Imagine that in your mind, the moment has been filled with 20 years. At this time, are you or the role in the story?

Maybe,

you can't even distinguish yourself.

At least, boss Zhou may be really confused, because he is less than 40 years old after two years of calculation.

A 40-year-old is suddenly crammed into the memory of 20 years, which is really terrible, equivalent to half of his life.

Unfortunately,

it seems that boss Zhou drank this wine,

but in fact,

is

On the stone table in the middle of the courtyard,

sitting there with the hook on his back and the wine in his hand.

Next to him is the official of the scribe, who goes in and out, crying, crying. At his feet, there is a pretty woman in her early twenties holding her legs, crying that she doesn't want to leave, she doesn't want to go, save me, save me, lover, lover, save me

The official in the back holds the shackle to hold her, tugs at her vigorously, scolds her,

she grabs the leg of the winning hook, cries, implores, and refuses to leave.

Looking at all the things happening around and the pictures and figures,

there is no emotion, no sadness, no empathy, no little emotional change,

there are emotions,

that is Disdain.