Seek the full text of Yang Yuchen's "Wine is not intoxicating", "I stand beside you sadly", "Bride Road Street" and "Sunny"

Master said that women who make wine are intoxicating. Wine is not intoxicating, but the drinker is drunk.

Every day, I collect the dew on the lotus leaf and the lake water of Yinghu Lake, cook it as a primer, add round red beans and white and transparent fresh rice to make wine. The master taught me to make wine, purple wine, jujube wine, cotton wine ... I put them in a rough and strong brown jar. Master sealed the jar with beeswax and put it in the shady corner. I have never been able to learn what the master taught me.

I will give my host a glass of brewed loose wine. Master clung to the glass, sipped gently, frowned and tasted it carefully. After a while, he shook his head and smiled: "Smell, you have all this material, but it's not delicious." I don't understand. Master closed his eyes slightly, strolled over and said slowly, "Love. Taste, the loose wine you brewed has never been affectionate. "

The sun hit his angular side face, and the water was generally calm and calm. What floats between the eyebrows is the dense Jiangnan, like the loose wine he brewed, which makes people feel moist. A man who frowns at wine tasting is intoxicating. Just take a look. I'm drunk.

the second part

That year, there was a drought, a plague and broken bones everywhere. I lay flat on the cracked and wrinkled land, and a layer of skin was burned off my back. The bloody smell immediately attracted bloodthirsty moles and insect ants, who crawled on my body in droves and gnawed at my skin inch by inch, but I was unable to struggle. I just closed my eyes and listened to the snapping of wings and the wind of hunting when vultures wandered, and my body gradually hardened.

The voice is getting clearer and clearer. I think it is the impermanence of black and white that evokes the soul. He lifted my body and poured spicy soup into my mouth. Is this the legendary Meng Po Tang? It's good to forget everything. The stiff body gradually becomes conscious and thus relaxes. I opened my eyes and saw an angular side face, which made me slightly dizzy.

"Am I dead?" I looked up and asked him, so hoarse that I almost didn't recognize him.

A smile rippled on his face: "You are still alive." While speaking, I have stood up. His long skirt brushed my cheek and I held it in my hand. He was unprepared and made a mistake.

"Take me away, will you?" I struggled to open my mouth.

He didn't say anything, but gently tore off his skirt from my hand and walked forward. I struggled to stand up as if he had taken my soul and stumbled behind me.

The next evening, with his back to the sunset, he said to me, "In the future, you will be called Wei." This man is my master. He calls me Wei. I like this quiet name.

the third part

Master took me to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Cloudy days in rainy season always remind me of Master's eyes and the layers of moss hidden in the wet corner of the fundus. I want to peel off the moss, but I am afraid it will build a more mottled broken wall.

Master's next shop is our restaurant. My heart vibrated inexplicably when Master wrote "Restaurant Not Full" on a clear board. My name, written by Master, hangs above the wooden door. No, no, someone whispered, it's really a quiet name.

Before that, I never knew that Master could make wine and taste wine.

My master took my hand and said, "Will, come. I'll teach you to taste wine. " Master always calls me "Wei Er" when I am in a good mood. I like to see the mouth shape and the ups and downs of the laryngeal joints when he calls me "Weier". The master's palm is warm and wet, holding my sweaty left hand. I gently rubbed the twists and turns between his palms, wondering whether they would get entangled with a woman named Wei Meng.

My son, do you know what is the purest thing in the world? Master, turn around.

"But are the shells in Yinghu Lake?"

Master shook his head: "No."

"So, is it the Millennium Snow Lotus on the iceberg?"

Master pinched her thin lips and shook her head again.

"I'm not stupid, please make it clear." I finally gave up guessing.

Master took some sake from the altar and poured it into the cup. Suddenly, the yard was full of fragrance. He raised his glass and said, "The purest thing in the world is wine, and the sanctity of wine is scattered." . Will, try the holy powder in this wine. "Master handed me a cup, and I drank it in a hurry, but I was choked and began to cough violently. The way the host looked at me, he couldn't help laughing. He said, "Will, you will be the best sommelier." I stroked the ups and downs of the chest, or nodded.

I was fifteen years old that year.

part four

"Luo is light and thin, and the wind blows the willow embankment to see the west slope. The flute is broken and the brocade is sad. When will the geese return? The wind is cold, the leaves are withered, the snow is endless, and there is no center at night. Before the wine arrives, a thousand lines of tears turn into a thousand sorrows ... "This is a ballad that Master often talks about. He chanted over and over again, his eyes full of tenderness. His footsteps are lonely, like a butterfly wandering among flowers, struggling to move forward. I stepped forward to hold Master's thin arm and gently called out, "Master, Master …" He turned his head and his sharp eyes stung me. He said, "No, you're not leaving, are you?" I said, "Yes." Master loosened his grip on my shoulder and smiled. I said, "Master, you were drunk and didn't help you go back to your room to rest." The host shook his head and still smiled. ",I'm not drunk. Wine is never intoxicating. Master was fast asleep in bed, and I lay on the edge of the bed, smoothing his frowning brows and stroking his handsome nose and tight lips. Master suddenly held my hand, and I was shocked, but I couldn't get it out. Master murmured, "You won't leave until you finish it." I couldn't help nodding. I said, "Yes. "

I spent the night by my master's bed. The next morning, my back was sore and my legs were numb. After a little activity, I got up and made a hangover soup for Master. Master said my hangover soup was better than wine.

I put the hangover soup in a porcelain bowl and gave it to master. Master has woken up and is rubbing his head gently with his fingers, showing signs of fatigue. He asked me, "No way, I was drunk again yesterday?" I put the hangover soup into Master's hand and said with a smile, "Master, wine is not intoxicating, but people who drink it are intoxicating." Master's smile melted into the steaming clear soup. I took the empty bowl handed by the master and said to him seriously, "Master, I have never left." Master's palm runs through my loose long hair, and the lines of his wet palm have been entangled with my hair for a long time.

The fifth part

When I was sixteen, I was able to distinguish loose wine from cotton wine. Although the color and smell are similar, they are scattered and condense the feelings of more winemakers. The tip of the tongue can distinguish something that is slightly bitter and slightly sad besides sweetness, and it is scattered. Master said that Sansan became a saint in wine because it was the most affectionate. Other kinds of wine can only convey one feeling, either happy or sad, only loose wine, immersed in two feelings at the same time. Joy with a touch of sadness is the most tearful thing. Master is a master of brewing Sanshou wine. Only one person in the world can interpret Sanshou wine so aptly.

The master said, "Remember, Taste, you must not have the slightest evil thoughts when making wine. Once there is a trace of magic, it will brew' wine'. "

"wine?"

"'wine method', that is, poisonous fish, is the same in color and taste as ordinary wine, but it is highly toxic. Do you understand? "

"I don't understand." I answered. The host nodded his head.

By the time I was eighteen, I had learned to make wine, such as purple wine, cotton wine, crisp bone wine and silkworm flame wine ... but the wine I made was either too sweet or too bitter. Master said, I didn't express my feelings. But for me, running a restaurant is no longer a problem. Most people who have drunk my wine say, "Xiao Wei, your wine tastes the best." People who drink call me Xiao Wei. I will smile at them. The master didn't come forward at that time. Everyone in the town knows that the owner of Weiming Restaurant is a young woman named Weiming, who makes good wine.

six

At dusk that day, there were very few drinkers. I was about to close when a woman came to the restaurant. She stopped at the door for a long time, with a flute in her hand and laughing to death. She sat down at a table in the corner and said to me, "Girl, can I have a bowl of loose wine?" I nodded and lifted the lid of the crimson altar, and the aroma was overwhelming and filled the whole restaurant. Master said the slow cup is round. All I have to do is tilt the jar a little, and the clear wine will converge into a trickle and slowly pour into the blue and white porcelain bowl.

"My guest, your wine is scattered." I put the bowl in front of the woman. She raised her slender white hand and brought the wine to her lips. I can vaguely see the fine lines under her lips, which are crimson. Master said that women who make wine are intoxicating. And the woman who tastes wine, is it not the case?

"Girl." A woman's warbler calls back my wandering soul. She looked straight at my dark brown pupils and smiling corners of my mouth, which made me vaguely uneasy. "Are you afraid it's not loose?" She played the flute again and asked slowly.

Indeed, this is not the loose wine brewed by Master. I have always been reluctant to sell the loose wine brewed by Master. Wine drinkers can never tell the difference between cotton wine and loose wine, and selling it is a waste. Therefore, the drinkers only drink my cotton wine.

We met a man who knows how to taste wine today. It is not a waste of master's efforts to sell the wine brewed by master to people who know how to taste. I made amends to that woman again and again and gave her a real bowl of loose wine again. When leaving the entrance, the woman was slightly dazed, and then closed her eyes slightly, only seeing eyelashes. She asked me to give her three more bowls. The woman asked me, "Did you brew this powder yourself?" I nodded and said, "Yes." She asked, "Who taught you?" I said, "My mother has been dead for many years." The woman shook her head. I didn't mean to lie. It's just that the master once told me that no one can say that he made the wine. But master never knew that I put all his loose wine in storage.

After the five bowls were dispersed, the woman's eyes gradually drifted away. She began to sing in a low voice: "Luo, light and thin, the wind blows and moves to see the west slope." When the flute is broken, when will Jinse be sad and when will the geese return? The cold wind is tight, the leaves are withered, the snowflakes are endless, the night is not central, the wine has not arrived, and the tears are thousands of times ... "

I can't help shivering.

"The guest officer, you are drunk. We're closing up here. It's getting late. The guest officer is alone. He should find an inn to rest early. " I held the slightly drunk woman, and her cheeks swam in the sky like two rosy clouds.

The woman smiled at me: "Wine is not intoxicating, but people are intoxicating ..."

seven

Who is that woman? Why did she sing that ballad? Why do you say "wine is not intoxicating"? All the puzzles are entangled in my eyebrows.

The sharp blade split my finger, and a deep red gushed from the wound, dyed the rough wooden chopping board red and penetrated into the cracked gap. I rushed to wash it with water, but I couldn't stop the scarlet blood from breaking its banks, and fine sweat was beaded on my forehead. I don't know when the master who came in took my hand, opened the lid of an altar of brittle bone wine and put my hand under the pouring wine to wash. Fingers connected, eyes slightly closed, and lower lip was bitten white. But the pain of tearing fingers was finally replaced by numbness and numbness.

The host couldn't help but blame: "Wei, what are you thinking?" Why do you always look embarrassed and absent-minded these days? "I picked up a knife and cut vegetables. I said, "Master is oversensitive. I just feel a little tired recently. I think it's because of the trivial matters in the restaurant. Nothing serious, but it will be all right in a few days. Please don't worry, master. "

The host sighed lightly, shook his head and turned to leave. My heart is inexplicably empty, as if I were about to lose something.

eight

She still came, still in the dusk when the haze hit. Under a white skirt, the skin is covered with ice muscle and jade skin, and a few strands of broken hair hang down on the forehead, still a charming smile. I have never seen such a delicate person. But I don't know why, I always feel a little uneasy and lost when I see her.

"Girl, can you spread the bowl with me?" Still clear as water. I said, "All right." The smile on this woman's lips is a bit bleak and gloomy.

The blue and white porcelain bowl left her faint lip prints, and the warp and weft veins were clearly discernible. The woman put the flute to her lips, pressed the flute hole with slender fingers like bamboo shoots, and breathed softly. The melodious sound of the slot echoed throughout the restaurant. I whispered to the flute:

"Luo, light and thin, you can see the west slope when the wind blows. When the flute is broken, when will Jinse be sad and when will the geese return? The cold wind is tight, the leaves are withered, the snow is boundless, night is still young, the wine has not arrived, the tears are thousands of lines, and the sorrow is thousands of times ... "The flute came to an abrupt end, and the woman's pupil flashed. Behind her came Master's gentle voice: "Not yet." He tried to suppress his trembling voice.

I turned to Master and said, "Master." But through Master's eyelids, I saw the image of another person: she was wearing a plain white dress, holding the slender fingers of the flute, and her joints had begun to turn white.

I heard the flute fall to the ground with a crunchy sound. It's like the sound of endless blood hitting the eardrum and blowing through the skin.

"Sue drunk ..." The woman's eyes were full of melancholy, just like what I saw in Master's eyes. Much like Jiangnan in rainy season. I have recited this name in my mind for countless times, and I can only become "Master" when I come to my mouth, and this woman in front of me blurted it out without any bad feelings. My chest began to twitch, and the sudden pain made me gasp.

"I know you won't leave, will you?" The master's footsteps actually faltered.

The woman nodded and said, "Yes, Sue is drunk. Never left. " The quiet girl with the same name as me said to the master, "Sue was drunk, but she never left."

nine

My master Su Zui is the only son of Su Tingjun. Su Tingjun is a first-class winemaker in Beijing. The wine he brewed is sent to the palace every year as an offering, especially the three or three he brewed, which is regarded as the top grade. Su Tingjun got a son named Su Zui at the age of forty, hoping that his son would follow in his father's footsteps. Su Zui was brilliant since he was a child, and wine tasting was even more important. When Su Zui was eighteen, she had learned how to brew all kinds of wine except "Say Three". He fell in love with Fu Su's maid Cheng Weiyuan. I can almost imagine how absolutely wonderful it was. However, Su Tingjun flew into a rage and expelled him from Fu Su. There was no news from then on, but Suzui finally learned how to brew glutinous rice flour. A few years later, Su Tingjun was ostracized and died in prison, and the Su family declined. Su Zui only knew that his hometown was in the south of the Yangtze River, so he embarked on a trip to the south and saved a girl on the way, calling her "Wei Meng". They opened a restaurant in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, called "Wei Meng Restaurant". Su Zui has been waiting for the woman named "Wei Meng". ...

Master always tells me all this with a smile, and then takes a long breath. He put his warm palm behind his back, and he could vaguely see several circuitous warp and weft, constantly pestering a woman named Wei, and that Wei was not me. My heart was a little empty, but I still smiled and said to Master, "This is very good, Master. This is good, this is good ... "

ten

Perhaps, this makes everything, everything will end like this.

"Really, you're leaving?" I put the brewed gardenia wine in five jars with my back to Master. Broken hair on my forehead slipped and covered my sight. The wine spilled all over the floor.

"No children, you and I finally decree by destiny. I bought this hotel. You stay and take good care of it, and don't waste your mentoring ... "

I said, "All right." I picked up an altar of gardenia wine and put it in the cellar. Cold attacks people, and the cold spreads from the soles of the feet to every meridian of the body. I can't help shivering. The endless cold around me reminds me of Yinghu Lake, which just thawed in early spring, and it is also so biting.

I walked up the wet steps: "Master, before you go, please let Weier brew good wine for you for the last time, ok?" I hung my head and let my chest break open, peeling off one by one. I've been disappearing since that woman named Zhong Wei appeared.

……

The moonlight is as cool as water, and I wash the bright white rice again and again, thinking of a poem once sung by Master: When those red berries come in spring, they wash your southern branches. May you have more compliments as a symbol of our love. I will soak round and full red beans, the most acacia. ...

Inadvertently, tears have scratched my face and landed on the water. Ripples spread around and scratched my mouth. That taste is bitter ... Could it be that the light sorrow in demobilization is not due to the occasional Huanglian, but the tears of the brewer? Then many altars in the wine cellar were dissolved. Are there also Master's tears?

Seal the jar with wax. I think I'm really tired.

Parts 12

The afternoon before I left, I had lunch early and went to West Street to buy Master's favorite dish. I washed them and cooked them in a pot. The red and green ones look good.

Master and Mei were sitting on a long wooden bench, their fingers clasped, and their faces were somewhat shy ... I took a sip of the crisp bone wine next to the kitchen. This is a spicy and slightly sweet wine, but I abruptly tasted the bitterness.

"Will, everything is simple and good." The master just laughed.

"It's good. I'll come as soon as I iron this. " I carefully fanned the flames in the kitchen with a cattail leaf fan, which was intoxicating.

"Master, I haven't filled it for you yet." Since "Wei" appeared, I stopped calling myself "Wei".

Master rolled up his sleeves, put the glass to his mouth, and then put the wine back on the table, praising: "The skills of brewing and putting seeds are getting more and more exquisite."

"Jenny, I haven't filled it for you yet."

"This girl is making fun of me," Wei said with a smile. "I want to see if this is made of jujube wine again!"

"I dare not."

Before I picked up the glass, my lips were slightly open, covering the edge of the glass, and that disdain spread along my lip line. She gently put down her glass: "Wei Er, your severance package is better than your master's." However, when the words came out, she frowned and couldn't speak: "This wine ... this wine ..." She fell to the ground.

"no!" Master's face was livid. She picked up Zhong Wei, who was paralyzed on the ground, and tried her breathing. Silver needles will turn black in wine and even glow secretly. Master's sword pressed against my throat, and her voice trembled beyond measure: "Since I am good to you, why did you do it?" I have never seen Master's face so sharp. His face was twisted with anger.

"I didn't hurt her." Tears drop by drop on the iron blade without temperature, making a crisp sound. Master's sword cut my neck, and blood beads oozed from the wound. Just wait for the moment when the body is separated.

"Bang" is the sound of iron thrown to the ground. The master said, "This is a wine trick, Wei Er. You brew a way of wine. " ……

"Master ..."

"That's all," the master just looked at the pale and delicate face. "It's all life, it's all life!" He went to the table and picked up the glass of wine I gave him. He staggered arm in arm, just like when we first met.

Master smiled and said to Mei, "Mei, we can finally be together." As soon as he lifted his neck, he drank the poisonous pigeon.

"Will, this dismissal is three points better than me. What do you use as a guide? " The setting sun hit his angular side face. "Wine is not intoxicating, people are drunk ..."

Master, Wei Er didn't leave. You left Wei Er first. Do you know how sad it is to be kicked out of this altar?

Holding a candlestick, standing in the wine cellar. The endless shouting made my heart tremble. Open the lid of each bottle of wine. Maybe the smell of wine can drive away this terrible cold.

The smell of demobilized wine, gardenia wine and jujube wine, just like … they are intertwined, which makes me slightly dizzy.

"Wine is not intoxicating, people are just drunk ..." The host's nonsense is endless. When his hand shook, the candlestick fell to an altar and was dissolved. The fire burned my eyes, and the cellar finally began to warm up. ...

End of movement

The restaurant in the town caught fire in the middle of the night, and the fire burned all night, but the winemaker did not die in the cellar. The drinkers all gathered in front of the restaurant, shaking their heads and whispering, "Before the wine arrives, tears flow a thousand times, and sorrow goes around a thousand times."

It's just that they don't know that wine is not intoxicating.