The sound of horse hooves comes from far to near, riding on the late spring wind.
The person on the horse was wearing a snow-white robe, and his face could not be seen clearly under the cover of the bamboo hat. He was tall and majestic, and even the words "drive--" were a little different from ordinary people. I think he is an extraordinary person. It gradually slowed down and finally stopped at the door of the inn.
Shen Hantu sat in the shop, tilted his head towards the man, then lowered his eyes and drank the wine in one gulp. He said loudly: "Waiter, check out." As he spoke, he took out some broken silver from his arms, not forgetting to glance at the person with his peripheral vision.
"Okay." The waiter put the rag on his shoulder with a smile.
The man at the door walked upstairs under the guidance of another waiter. Shen Hantu raised the corners of his lips. The man was holding a jar of wine. He was right. After paying the bill, he followed the person's path and entered a private room.
"Brother Shen?" As soon as the man took his seat, he saw Shen Hantu pushing open the door and entering.
This man's speech was mixed with a foreign accent, which was quite strange. Shen Hantu didn't answer. He just watched the man take off his bamboo hat and reveal his face. You can tell at a glance that he is from the Western Regions.
The man put everything away, took out the wine glass, and poured two glasses of fruit wine from the wine jar. Seeing Shen Hantu's lack of reaction, he was a little confused: "Brother Shen, don't you want a drink?"
"Huh? Of course..." Shen Hantu came back to his senses.
He saw that the man was defenseless and smiling broadly. Shen Hantu wanted to sigh, but he just took a sip of the wine in his glass.
Why has even his favorite drink become boring...