Many years ago, I fell in love with a ghost. He was not an alcoholic.
Not a smoker, but a real ghost.
He later gave me everything except the love I expected most
I said to him: "I will wait for you for nine white years, and I will also give myself nine hundred years. After nine hundred years, if you still have to answer the same question, or if I change my mind during this period, I will leave here and start a new life."
He was silent
"You don't even want to give me a girl? After decades of love, you just
Is it so cold?
"Good"
I watched his leaving figure and tears fell quietly. Did he really not know the meaning of 900 years?
His name was Jiulian, so I opened a hotel named Jiulian.
There's a lot of wine. A lot of books, a lot of people and a lot of stories.
There is no charge here, just a story and a glass of wine, of course if you don't want to
Don't force it, this is a happy place.
Read the history of our store
If you are a person with stories or sorrows
Then
welcome