Chapter 42: liqueur

"Mu Tong in 2000?" Xiao Qishen looked at the red wine bottle in his hand. "Red wine from Mu Tong Château, one of the top five Bordeaux wineries?" For him, such a bottle of red wine is nothing, but for Shan Ya For Hitomi, it is not easy to be able to buy such a bottle of wine. If he remembers correctly, the market price of Mu Tong in 2000 was about 20,000 yuan. Although it is not as good as Lafite in the same year, it is already considered good. , I don’t know how determined Shan Yatong was to buy this bottle of red wine.
"You have it, don't talk so much nonsense, don't care about the wine, open it first," Lin Yuxin grabbed the red wine bottle in Xiao Qizhi's hand, opened the wine cork, did not smell the wine cork, and poured the wine glass directly. .
Xiao Qi shrugged, Ren Lin Tianhou did not pour wine like a lady.
Shan Yatong put the fruit plate snacks on the table, sat down, picked up a glass of red wine, and shook it, "Mu Tong in 2000 is already the most expensive red wine here," After that, he glanced. The wine cabinet in the corner of the living room contains nearly ten bottles of red wine. "The landlord's house has no surplus food."
"Bad boy, so stingy!" Lin Yuxin took a sip from the wine glass, frowned slightly, "Do you think that drinking red wine is like love? When the time is not there, it tastes bad?" When she said this, It's Xiao Qizhi.
Xiao Qi smiled, holding the wine glass and did not answer.
She didn’t seem to want to get an answer. Lin Yuxin drank the wine in her glass, poured it for herself, and chuckled,
But this kind of thinking is wrong, because I used to wait for the best time to taste wine, but The glass of wine was broken, broken, and there was nothing left.
Holding the glass, she saw the twisted faces of two equally good men through the red liquid.
After drinking the liquid in the glass again, Lin Yuxin sneered, "No matter how beautiful a man is, he can only play a horror movie behind this red wine."
"That's because there is no man in this world in your eyes," Xiao Qi lightly sipped a glass of wine, "Yuxin, people always want to think about the future."
Lin Yuxin and Xiao Qishi didn't have the embarrassment he expected after the boyfriend and girlfriend broke up. The dullness between them even made Shan Yatong feel unreal.
He took out a disc and played soft music. He leaned against the window and looked up at the sky, "I really don't understand why so many people live and die for illusory love." Han Jing, Shan Yatong, and Once that crazy woman.
He still remembers the thunderstorm that night, he drank the red wine that the woman poured, watched her crazy smile, watched her hugging himself and whispered, I love you...
He even remembered that the glass of wine was Lafite in 1982, one of his favorite red wines, so he didn't seem to regret dying under a glass of toxic Lafite.
"Don't you believe in love?" Xiao Qishen looked at the boy standing in front of the window, his heart trembled.
The boy turned his head, the sunlight gave him a brilliant background, but he couldn't let people see his backlit face, "Don't talk to me about love, that stuff is something only for acting."
Lin Yuxin saw that Xiao Tianwang, who had always been smiling, was uglier than crying at this moment.
"Don't even believe in love, don't you feel sad?" He looked at the boy, as if he wanted him to understand the importance of love.
The young man left the window and took a step forward slightly. He could see that the expression on the young man's face was indifferent, but there was nothing, "Isn't the guy who believes in love but has no love more pitiful?"
"Yes," Xiao Qi smiled and covered his eyes. "Such people are more pitiful." Yes, people who can't love him are even more pitiful.
"We are all poor people," Lin Yuxin had already drunk a few consecutive cups without knowing it. She sarcastically said while pouring herself, "But I don't regret being so pitiful, I only regret that I didn't tell him when he was still alive. Confession."
Xiao Qishi removed his hand on his eyes and looked at Lin Yuxin, who was slightly drunk. Over the past few years, he had guessed that Lin Yuxin had someone he liked, but Lin Yuxin never mentioned it, and he would not ask. I thought that she would say it easily today.
"Ya Tong, do you know that I found his shadow on your body very early," Lin Yuxin smiled particularly fragilely with a wine glass, "the way he walks, the way he laughs, and the way he shows up with flowers Affectionate."
She continued to pour a glass of wine for herself. She looked at the teenager who was bathing in the sun, "Ya Tong, your temperament has changed drastically after suicide, and even the decoration style in the room is the same as his." After drinking a full glass of wine, her eyes Has been infected with moisture, "Brother Jing, is it you, is it you?"
She fixedly looked at the teenager, her voice trembling slightly, "It's you, isn't it?"
There was a sudden silence in the room, and the melodious piano sound echoed in the living room, soft and comfortable.
"Sister Yuxin, you are drunk," Shan Yatong smiled and approached the sofa, her tan eyes were calm, "I am Shan Yatong."
Lin Yuxin quietly looked at the smiling young man, looked away, and sneered, "Sister, I can't pour a thousand glasses," she said, pointing to the empty red wine bottle, "How much wine do you have, take it out. I won’t be drunk today."
Putting down the wine glass, Shan Yatong unbuttoned the cuffs, "Okay, I will rest here when I am drunk today, and I have another guest room." After speaking, she turned around and took out the 10 bottles of red wine in the wine cabinet, and said with a smile, " It would be better if you remember to return my red wine in the future."
Opened a bottle of 95-year-old Latour, and did not wait for the best drinking time, poured it directly into three glasses, picked up the glass and drank it, shook the empty glass, "Sure enough, it will not taste good after 10 minutes, but , Not too bad."
"It seems that I met two cows chewing peony today," Xiao Qizhi joked and drank a whole glass of red wine like Shan Yatong.
"Fuck your cow and chew the peony," Lin Yuxin pushed the empty wine glass in front of Shan Yatong, without even looking at Xiao Qi, "pour the wine."
The red liquid collided with the rim of the cup, making a dark sound. Shan Yatong watched the woman on the opposite side drink red wine from a cup, lowered her eyelids slightly, and rubbed the rim of the cup unconsciously.
The piano sound has revolved, but in the piano there are inevitable memories, sorrow, and despair.
Glancing sideways at the speaker, Shan Yatong walked to the speaker and was about to turn off the speaker. While being held by one hand, he looked up puzzledly and saw Xiao Qi's smiling face.
"Don't close it, tasting and listening to music are not very good," Xiao Qishen took out a song disc, "If you don't like it, just put this one."
Shan Yatong watched his movements quietly, until the familiar singing sounded, Shan Yatong looked back, "You don't even know who he is, and you still listen to his songs?"
"I know, Jing Anjue," Xiao Qi replied with a smile while shaking his glass. He met Shang Shan Yatong's plain eyes, "The man who once stood at the top of the entertainment industry."
Hearing the name buried deep in her heart, Lin Yuxin, who was already drunk and dim, raised her head and looked in the direction of the two of them, "Brother Jing, is the most outstanding artist, Xiao Tianwang, you are far behind him."
Xiao Qi rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly. He turned his head to look at Shan Yatong, seeming to have a pitiful taste, "I said, how powerful is that man, that will affect so many people?"
Shan Yatong smiled slightly, "A person who has already died, nothing more." Walked to Lin Yuxin, took away the wine glass she was still holding, sighed slightly, and walked towards the guest room.
Covering the quilt for Lin Yuxin, he just wanted to leave, but his sleeves were held by the slender white hands. He looked sideways at the woman on the bed with eyes closed.
"Brother Jing, I like you..." The trembling confession was especially clear in the empty room.
Looking at her wrist, Shan Yatong's pupils tightened slightly.
Standing at the entrance, Xiao Qishen watched the young man gently pull away the woman's hand, then gently set the quilt for the woman, and said softly, "Sister Yuxin, you are drunk." He stepped back, as if At a safe distance beyond the reach of a woman, the boy looked at the woman on the bed with a fog in his eyes, "However, I believe he already knows what you want, so take a good night's sleep."
Entering the room, drew the curtains to block the sunlight coming in, Xiao Qishen looked at the boy, "Let's go, let's continue drinking."
Back in the living room, Shan Yatong drank the wine without a sip, her pale cheeks were stained with a little blush, and the sound of her own peak song was playing in the caspian, and the words were wrapped around her ears, which was unreasonable and annoying.
Frown slightly, "I don't want to listen to this man's song, I changed it."
Xiao Qishi smiled and stood up, switched to the previous light music, and looked at the boy on the sofa. Maybe he didn't know. At that moment, his momentum didn't abate at all, and it was obvious that he was arrogant. Mentality?
Sitting next to the teenager, listening to songs and drinking wine, even this would satisfy him. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. It was something he couldn't even think of.
Although Shan Yatong's complexion did not change much, Xiao Qishen faintly noticed that he was in a bad mood. Looking at the empty wine bottle on the coffee table, he put down the wine glass and looked at Shan Yatong sideways, "What are you thinking? "
The drinking boy looked at him drunkly, and said, "What do you think?" He frowned, and his embarrassed expression was a bit cute, "Think about the past and this life, do you believe it?" First laughed, took a sip from the wine glass, "In this world, even if the sun rises every day, it won't be repeated. There won't be a similar day, so how can there be duplicates."
"Perhaps, it's just because you are too nostalgic that you will put more emotions in seeing similar people or things," Xiao Qi leaned on the sofa with a faint smile, "Isn't nostalgic for old feelings normal?"
Shan Yatong put down the wine glass, her clearly drunken eyes seemed to have some kind of penetrating power at this moment, "But, you don't agree with the statement in your heart, why bother to persuade me?"
"I just think that there are flowers that are worthy of being broken. Don't just want to break the branches without flowers." Xiao Qi even looked at the boy, "If you like it, you must fight for it without flinching. Don't let yourself have it. Chance to regret."
Shan Yatong closed her eyes, leaned on the sofa, and muttered dazedly, "Indeed, regretting that kind of thing is the most useless existence..."
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