Martial Cultivator

It is said to be the Chinese New Year, but in fact not every house is lively and reunited. Just like the tavern deep in the alley, it is still deserted. The woman selling the wine has a complicated life experience and has many experiences. After the catastrophe a few years ago, I no longer have any friends or friends, so I can be considered alone.

For the past ten New Year's Eves, this wine seller meant sitting on the doorstep from morning to night, watching the snow falling outside or the biting cold wind. Only after meeting anyone and hearing the laughter and laughter of other people in the distance, she would close the door, light an oil lamp, take out a jar of the most intoxicating wine, and then drink the jar of wine while crying and laughing alone. Just lie down on the table and sleep, spending one year after another.

It's just that this year is different. Apart from herself, there is another man in her tavern, Mr. Song.

Originally, for the woman, it made no difference whether there was an extra Master Song or no Master Song in the tavern, but as she watched the light outside became increasingly dim, she could hardly see clearly. When she was there, Mr. Song still spoke and asked her to make some food.

The wine seller turned around and looked at Song Yingxu, who was sitting at the table, with some doubts in her eyes.

Song Yingxu smiled and said, "This is the last year of Song's life, so he wants to be more solemn."

The wine seller was stunned. She originally wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything at the moment. She just stood up in silence and went to the kitchen. It was the first time in these years that she lit a fire on New Year's Eve. Cook.

But in this way, it did give this tavern some human atmosphere.

Not long after, the wine woman brought some dishes, all home-cooked dishes, and stewed an old hen.

"Master Song, don't dislike it."

The wine seller glanced at Song Yingxu and took off her apron.

Song Yingxu smiled and shook his head. He looked at the ordinary dishes on the table and said with emotion, "It was the last year before I left the capital of the gods. It was very lively. Many people in the clan took turns to toast. I held on for half an hour. , but in the end I really couldn’t stand it anymore, so I pretended to be drunk and hid while they weren’t paying attention. Later, I really fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already midnight, all the guests had dispersed, and she was the only one waiting by my side. See I woke up and brought out a bowl of chicken soup to sober me up.”

Hearing this, the wine seller also felt a little emotional and said, "Master Song's wife is also an extremely gentle woman."

Song Yingxu nodded and said softly, "It is true, but I have never cared about my children's affairs, so I can't say what kind of feelings I have, but I don't care. At that time, in my mind "

The wine seller sighed and said, "A man can be ambitious and realize his ambitions in the world, but for a woman, her life is just for her husband. If her husband can treat her better, Her life will naturally be better. If we are under the same roof but feel like strangers, it will be scary to think about it. That will be a lifetime. "

Song Yingxu was silent for a moment, looking at the cup of chicken soup, and said nothing for a long time.

I wonder if at this moment, the man in front of me feels a little more guilty for the woman who has long since passed away.

The wine seller gave

He filled a bowl without saying a word.

Song Yingxu slowly picked up the chicken soup, drank it all in one gulp, and then said slowly, "Maybe for her, having a dazzling husband is not as good as having a dazzling husband who can smile at her and help her describe her every day when he comes home." Husband of eyebrow, right?”

The wine seller whispered, "It's too late to regret it."

Song Yingxu smiled and said to herself, "That day when the imperial city was on fire, everyone in the clan was in danger and extremely worried about their own future. There were endless cries. Many people had already begun to think of ways to escape. I was sitting at home. , no one came to bother me anymore, but she came to me. She did not pack her bags, but still dressed normally, and came to tell me that she knew that I was unwilling to surrender and that she was willing to die for the country with me, but I told her that I I don’t want to die. I will do something more for Your Majesty. Although this country is temporarily lost at this moment, I will take it back for Your Majesty sooner or later. She nodded with a smile, then left, and then jumped into the well. ”

The wine seller asked in confusion, "Why?"

There was finally a look of pain on Song Yingxu's face. His hands on the table trembled slightly and he said softly, "A woman like her is naturally smart and knows that she is alive. If she doesn't follow her, it will definitely be a huge disaster." It was troublesome, but it was even harder for me to take her away, so she made the decision for me without asking me what I thought. Did I really not know what she would do after meeting me? , but I am still indifferent. Watching her leave is equivalent to watching her die. "

Having said this, the wine seller's face was a little angry. She looked at Mr. Song and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Song, didn't you have any other way at that time? Even if you couldn't take her away, you should have some way. She is the one who protects you!”

Song Yingxu whispered, "That's true. I can think of thousands of ways to maybe save her life..."

Having said this, Song Yingxu shook her head, with some tears already in her eyes.

But at that time, Song Yingxu didn't know how to cherish something only after losing it.

He only focused on restoring the country and felt that everything could be given up for this.

But in the following ten years, he didn't know how many nights he couldn't sleep, feeling that he was worthy of anyone in his life, but only that woman.

"Come to the Jar Bar."

Song Yingxu looked at the wine seller and said in a calm voice, "Sometimes I also wonder whether the men's so-called career ideals are so important, but they have no results."

The wine seller brought a jar of wine, put it in front of him, and was about to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, she still said, "I think that woman will not regret it in the end, right? But in this way, it will make her even more sad." It’s heartbreaking.”

After saying this, the wine seller turned and left.

Song Yingxu was left alone, pouring a bowl of wine for herself, and another bowl of wine for the empty seat opposite. At this moment, Song Yingxu, who was already in tears, choked softly and said, "Think about it carefully, both of you and me. , wouldn’t it be a blessing if we couldn’t become husband and wife in this life?”

Major events in the world are often not figured out until the end.

Just as he finished speaking, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in.

A figure appeared at the door, carrying wind and snow.

"Master Song, long time no see."