I have wine. What's your story?

Sangsheng Bookstore, located at the entrance of Levin Village, is made of wood and looks like a beautiful magic house.

I saw it in a book, so I took my bag and set foot on my road.

The owner of Sangsheng Bookstore is a beautiful woman in her thirties, wearing light cotton and linen clothes and a neat ball head.

Because the environment is really comfortable, I can't help moving my computer to the reading area in the backyard to write something.

When the boss brought coffee and saw me writing, he gently put down the coffee and carefully put away the stool next to him so as not to disturb me. I invited her to sit down and talk, and she readily agreed.

I asked her, "What do you think is the best story?"

"I witnessed some scenes and heard some stories. After vigorous fermentation, it became a glass of wine with endless fragrance. "

I sipped my coffee and listened to this sentence, and my ears seemed to be fascinated in an instant.

"Let me tell you a story." She took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, waved it at me and asked wittily, "Do you mind if I smoke?"

I shook my head and decided to listen to her quietly.

Her voice is hoarse, and she mumbles like a cigarette throat. At the moment, she tossed and turned, giving birth to a desolate.

A short story came out of her mouth, with an old and heavy homesickness.

It was the late 1960s, and Sang Zi was seventeen. She is a beautiful girl with two strands of black marijuana petals and a pair of black and bright eyes.

Beauty is always in pursuit. In a society where matchmaking is the mainstream, the matchmaker has already set foot on the threshold of her family.

However, Sang Zi peed and read a lot of books, advocating marriage autonomy and freedom of love, so he tried his best to defend his pure land.

Therefore, I met Fang Sheng later.

Fang Sheng, a businessman from the south, stayed in the north because his business failed and he couldn't go home. Although poor, but also clean all day. He has a warmth that northern men don't have, and his face is very handsome. He looks as weak as a girl.

Fang Sheng likes to stand at the entrance of the village in the morning. When the sun rises in the morning, a pair of slender hands pick up the harmonica and play melodious music.

At that time, the sun was weak and lightly sprinkled on his upturned face. If you look closely, you can even see the soft fluff in his white skin.

Sometimes it takes a moment to like someone. At this time, Sang Zi felt the deep swelling in his heart, which was the result of countless prayers in front of the Buddha statue.

After that, Sang Zi also started to get up early, sat by the dim wooden window, and took care of it again and again before he ran to the village with joy.

Two young men and women, one quietly playing music, the other quietly listening to music, do not disturb each other, and gradually developed a tacit understanding. So in the long run, nature makes fate.

When two people are together, Fang Sheng talks about homesickness the most and thinks about going home the most. Even Sang Zi's eyes are full of sadness.

The man in front of him exudes a sense of sadness, which makes Sang Zi feel maternal. Then Sang Zi inquired about Fang Sheng's hometown, and he strengthened his determination to help him go home.

Sang Zi's family is not rich, and she has no extra money to travel. It happened that the wheat of a large family in the village next door was ripe and needed to be harvested, so she went.

More than 20 acres of land, a group of people worked in the dark for two days and one night. Sang Zi's face was dark and thin, and he still had a small wound scraped by Maimang, which made him flustered.

As soon as he got his salary, Sang Zi went to Fang Sheng, with some rolled-up bills in his bloodshot palm and bright eyes shining with excitement.

Fang Sheng looked at her and immediately understood something. Her eyes are red, and what she wants to say is stuck in her throat. Finally into a big arms, Sang Zi in her arms.

That night, Sang Zi didn't go home. They worked hard, but after dawn, they left.

When Fang Sheng left, she repeatedly assured Sang Zi that when she went home, she must marry her well. Sang Zi blushed, nodded shyly and said goodbye to him with tears in her eyes. Fang Sheng turned around step by step and set off alone.

When Fang Sheng left, he never heard from me again, just like disappearing into the air, he was silent.

But Sang Zi soon found herself pregnant. At that time, it was very immoral to get pregnant before marriage. In order to keep her children, she had to marry in a hurry.

This man has a bad temper and likes to drink, so every time he comes back from drinking, he will give Sang A Zi a good beating. Fortunately, Sang Zi protected her stomach, so that the children in her stomach were safe. Later, Sang Zi divorced and decided to raise the children by herself.

Later, someone came to fix me up, but Sang Zi refused to agree. She said that he would definitely come back, and I believed him, so I was willing to wait.

This course is lifelong. When Sang Zi died, her daughter was twenty years old. She looked at her grown-up daughter, unwilling and relieved. Disappointed, and finally didn't wait for him. What is reassuring is that fortunately, children have grown up and will not be too lonely.

After Sang Zi's death, her daughter set foot on the road to the south, and she didn't want to find the man who was physically called her father. However, she couldn't bear to see her mother leave with regret.

Speaking of which, she stopped and put out her cigarette.

"So, did her daughter find Fang Sheng?" I asked.

"I didn't find it. I just heard that Fang Sheng was seriously ill on his way home that year and died shortly after returning home. "

"Where is Sang Zi's daughter?"

"Her daughter opened an independent bookstore where her parents were engaged, because her mother said that her father was a very elegant scholar and she liked watching him talk about books best."

My eyes suddenly widened and my heart suddenly opened up. I looked at her slightly raised side face and smiled slightly.

"I think I can already imagine Sang Zi because her daughter has a beautiful face like her."

She turned to look at me, her eyes glowing with water, but her mouth hooked up like a blooming lotus.

"Thank you. Well, I have to go to the front. I haven't been out of the store for some time. " She stood up, adjusted her clothes and looked back at me. "My name is Yan Fang. Remember to send me a book when you publish it. "

I was just a lazy writing enthusiast and didn't decide to publish a book. But now I am so expected that I have a desire to write a book. I reached out my finger to her and waved it gently.

"Very good, retractor."

"Hook."

Her fingers crossed the space and overlapped with mine. The sunlight seemed a little stronger, making the overlapped fingertips shine like sunshine.