Perhaps it was because of Iron Silly,
Boss Zhou's perspective of the world had changed a little, especially when he looked at "People.".
Here, a person was a broader concept. It could be a living person or a dead person. It could be a man or a woman.
At the same time,
They could also be delicious people and not delicious people.
The stronger a person was, the taste was hard to say, but it was true that the value of eating should be greater.
If one put aside Qing's identity and the things that were involved behind him..,
She should actually be very delicious.
Now..,
Here..,
The previous five did not even have the qualifications to be on the dining table of Iron Silly, but the two in front of him barely had the qualifications.
This had nothing to do with good and evil, nor did it involve right and wrong,
Unless the man in front of him was not waving his hand and changing the seasons, but was instead smiling and asking about his well-being, his fate, at least on boss Zhou's side, had already been stamped.
After all..,
In the end..,
Dignity, good and evil, right and wrong, and so on, these things were actually all non-sick things that people derived after they solved the problem of eating.
"Why... Is... It... Okay..."
With a little tiredness and a little impatience,
Iron Silly was woken up.
Unlike a year ago, when everyone was on guard against each other and fighting for this body, now, everyone wanted to lie quietly and did not want to face such troublesome things.
It was like a long-distance self-driving trip. Everyone wanted to sit in the front passenger seat and enjoy the scenery or sleep soundly, instead of holding the steering wheel with both hands and staring intently.
"Someone's treating you to a drink," Zhou Ze said.
"Do... You... Have... Dishes..."
Drinking,
Didn't seem to be interesting.
Zhou Ze deliberately looked into the pavilion and said, "There are no dishes, but the person who treated you to a drink can look like a dish. Just now, he played with the remote control of the central air conditioner, and it felt quite chewy."
"Heh... Heh..."
"What are you laughing at?"
"The scene … hasn't … changed … What … has … changed … is … your … heart …"
Zhou Ze came to a realization and nodded. "Oh, I see. Then you can go down. I'll go settle it for him."
Some things were useless once they were seen through.
Since Iron Fool had pointed out that the trick that the man in the pavilion had played earlier was not the true meaning of the saying that the law would follow, and the world would change accordingly. Instead, it was an even more illusory state of mind. Then, as long as he closed the door to his heart tightly, covered his head and directly pushed it over, not to mention that man, even Zhou Ze had the confidence to tear down his pavilion.
"I'm … thirsty …"
Hearing this,
Zhou Ze's lips curled into a smile.
But he said,
"What did you say? I didn't hear you. Speak louder. Hey hey hey!"
"Presumptuous …"
"Who's thirsty? Who wants to drink water or drink wine? Who's greedy? Who's disgusted with themselves?"
"Look … Gate … Dog …"
At this time,
On the surface of the lake, the youth in the straw raincoat, who was still fishing, suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Ze. His shy and bashful face seemed to be mixed with some doubt.
Her gaze made Zhou Ze's heart skip a beat.
"There's a problem. Did he sense it?"
"This … lake … is … his … original … body …"
"He's a lake demon?"
Mountains and lakes had spirits. It was not uncommon for some specific areas to give birth to spiritual intelligence and take human form.
The surface of the lake was like a mirror.
In front of his main body.
No matter how subtle the changes were, they would be keenly captured by the other party.
Perhaps, the other party could not sense that Yinggou was in his body, but he had already become suspicious of his subtle expressions and movements after standing here for so long.
"Brother, are you willing to enter the pavilion and get drunk?"
"I really hate this kind of ambiguous communication method." Zhou Ze shook his head and said in his heart, "Hey, are you coming up?"
"I … Come … Drink … You … Go … Go …"
Zhou ze nodded.
Okay.
He was lazy to a new height.
He couldn't even be bothered to get out of bed to eat.
He had to bring it to his mouth to feed.
Hiss, disgusting.
He threw away his distracting thoughts.
Boss Zhou, who had been standing by the lake for a long time, finally took a step forward and walked towards the pavilion.
In the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Ze might be thinking about whether to bet or not.
Yingying wanted to follow him, but Zhou Ze stopped her with his hand behind him. As Boss Zhou walked forward, he pointed at the young man who was still fishing in the lake.
Yingying understood and continued to stand by the lake, staring at the young man.
The young man's face turned even redder under Yingying's gaze. His face drooped. He was really an introverted and weak mess.
If this kind of young man was thrown into a normal junior high school, it might arouse the motherly care of many female students.
But in Yingying's eyes, other than the boss, other men only had one title:
Male.
Boss Zhou walked into the pavilion. There were many calligraphy and paintings hanging inside. Unfortunately, although boss Zhou opened a bookstore, he really did not have much experience in this area. He was also too embarrassed to go closer to see which famous artist's work was signed at the corner, so he simply sat down.
The man also sat down.
He first picked up a pot of wine, poured a cup in front of him, and then poured a cup for Zhou Ze.
"I've been tasting wine here alone for sixty years. Every ten years, there's an old woman who comes here to drink with me. The rest of the time, I'm the only one drinking by myself. It's lonely, it's lonely."
If it was said that the five guys along the way were indeed a little unsightly, then the young man in front of him and the lake spirit made Zhou Ze quite interested in that granny.
To be able to suppress these two here for so many years, it would be impossible if she didn't have some real ability.
Unfortunately …
She met the Prefect.
Moreover …
The Prefect was still a scoundrel.
"Drinking, talking about the mood, talking about the atmosphere, all the stories are in the wine. All the worries, all the spirits, all the excitement, are also rippling in this wine.
Wine is a good thing, hehe.
Here, I'm betting on wine. I'm betting on who can drink more. This is a bet, but it doesn't depend on luck, it depends on strength!
This first glass of wine …
I toast you! "
As he spoke,
The man raised his wine glass.
He welcomed Zhou Ze.
Boss Zhou picked up his wine glass with a troubled expression, but he quickly felt relieved.
Other food and dishes had a shelf life. This wine, the older it was, the more fragrant it would be, right?
Thinking of this, the feeling of resistance in his heart lessened a lot.
He picked up the wine glass,
A faint halo of light rippled out from the wine,
The man's voice sounded again:
"The first glass is to the fickleness of human nature and the hypocrisy of the world!"
The fragrance of the wine assaulted his nostrils. If it was only a faint smell before, then now, it was like a large jar of perfume had been smashed in front of you. It was pungent, smoky, and made one's consciousness chaotic!
Before he even drank it, there were already signs that the car was about to overturn.
Fortunately …
Zhou Ze was confident,
He raised his glass and clinked it with the other party,
He took the opportunity to drink it.
The scene …
Froze at this moment,
The two people in the pavilion didn't know,
Yingying, who was by the lake, saw her boss sitting at the table holding a wine glass. The wine glass was placed by his lips and then he stopped moving. The guy opposite the boss who was treating the boss to a drink also stopped moving.
Yingying's face revealed a look of concern, but she still believed in the boss. Just like what Xu Qinglang had said not long ago, anyone could have an accident, and Zhou Ze was no exception. However, anyone could be killed by an accident silently, but Zhou Ze could not.
..
"A glass of wine, a story, an image, a state of mind. This is the first glass.
I was born in a scholarly family, but I was the son of a concubine, and my mother was only a servant girl. The year I was born, my mother passed away.
"What a noble family brought me was not a life of luxury, but an imbalance from the bottom of my heart. I was my father's son, but I lived the same life as Xiao Si's servant. In fact … it was even worse.
"I suffered all the supercilious looks and all the discrimination. I studied hard, eager to seize any opportunity to make a comeback.
"I want to get a scholarly title. I want to leave this family. I want to walk out!
"I'm about to succeed. Really, I've already touched the dawn. Twenty years of humiliation, twenty years of physical and mental torture are about to end."
However …
"Before the exam began,
"My father was involved in the anti-poetry case,
"His entire family's property was confiscated, and his entire family was exiled!
I was also among them!
"I have a very good relationship with a maidservant. She is the maidservant of my legal mother. She has long promised to marry me. She is waiting for me to get a scholarly title before I marry her. I have already promised her countless times. She has also waited for me for many years until she became a big girl.
"But that day …
"She was captured by the government and punished to become an official prostitute.
I, on the other hand, was with my 'family'.
"I embarked on the road of exile..."
..
In the scene,
In the deep courtyard,
There were tears, laughter, the noise of burning oil, and the desolation of the entire family being confiscated. There was the unwillingness of a young man who grew up being looked down upon, and the anger when he saw his beloved leave him.
Fate and absurdity were in cahoots.
It was a simple story, but in this glass of wine, it was infinitely magnified. It was as if at this moment, you were passively experiencing twenty years of time. Imagine, in an instant, twenty years filled your mind. At this time, are you you, or are you a character in the story?
Perhaps …
Even you can't tell the difference anymore.
At the very least, boss Zhou might really be confused for a moment, because he was not even forty years old after adding up his two lifetimes.
It was really scary for a forty-year-old person to suddenly have twenty years of memories stuffed in. It was equivalent to half of his life being filled up.
Unfortunately …
It seemed that the one who drank this glass of wine was boss Zhou,
But in reality …
It was …
On the stone table in the middle of the courtyard,
Ying Gou, who was bare-chested, sat there with a glass of wine in his hand.
Beside him, the officials who had confiscated the family's property were coming in and out. There were cries and complaints. At his feet, there was a beautiful woman in her early twenties hugging her leg and crying bitterly. She didn't want to leave, she didn't want to leave. Save me, save me, lover, lover, save me …
The officials were holding shackles and handcuffing her from behind, pulling her hard and scolding her,
She was grabbing onto Ying Gou's leg tightly, crying, begging, and unwilling to part.
Looking at everything that was happening around him, as well as the figures in the scene,
Ying Gou was not emotional, he was not sad, he did not empathize, but it could not be said that there was no change in his emotions,
There were emotions,
That was … disgust.