"Zhou Chong! Wake up! Zhou Chong!"
That day, I seemed to see the most peaceful utopia in the world.
"Zhou Chong, hold on! Zhou Chong!"
That day, the burning warm orange-yellow fire tightly wrapped the heaven and earth, leaving no gap. Just like that suffocating feeling, so depressing.
"You won't die! Hold on! Zhou Chong! Zhou Chong..."
I smell it, it's the smell of the last bottle of se repaëtre d'illusion.
I feel it.
The red wine molecules in the air, mixed with the rich flavor of white peach, locust nectar, pomegranate, cherry, and oak barrels, were wandering restlessly in the air, and they continued to occupy my breath.
"Zhou Chong!"
If I could do it over again, would my life be like that barrel of ignited spirits?
I am a winemaker and all of this is my honor.