Chapter 8: The Great Unknown Danger Part Two

It was a little boring eating meat stew alone. Fang Jie liked noise, but he was also glad that he came alone so that he could enjoy the entire jar of ten-year-old pear flower wine himself. After thinking about Fu Baobao and Li Gandang who were cheap, Fang Jie moved the jar closer to himself.

The power of the ten-year-old pear flower wine couldn’t be ignored. Fang Jie couldn’t drink much to begin with, and he felt a little tipsy after two cups. Feeling like his body warmed up, he took off his leather robe and placed it on the chair beside him.

The power of this wine wasn’t pronounced when it was first drunk, but it started to act up after a few minutes.

Gradually, Fang Jie’s head became heavier and heavier.

Just as he hesitated if he should drink another cup, his jacket that was placed on the chair beside him was moved, and someone sat on the chair and looked at him.

Tipsy, Fang Jie turned around and thought it was someone he knew, but it was a stranger.

However, Fang Jie instantly sat straight, and he stared at this person with his eyes wide-open.

“It is you?” This man was wearing a cyan robe that was turning white due to all the washing.

Fang Jie didn’t near the door move, so he didn’t know when this man got here. Seeing the clean face filled with vicissitude, Fang Jie got more nervous than meeting his girlfriend’s parents in his previous life, and he tried to stand up.

“Invite me for a cup?”

The man in cyan smiled and pointed at the pear flower wine before Fang Jie. “I smelled the aroma when I was passing by, so I wanted to see who is enjoying this great wine. I remember drinking this wine ten years ago. The wine wasn’t as old as yours, but it was exceptional too.”

“You are an alcoholic.” Even Fang Jie was surprised by the words that came out of his mouth. He didn’t mean it, but he didn’t know why he felt so anxious before this man. He didn’t even get this anxious when he was caught stealing a watermelon or peeking at Widow Sun taking a bath.

The man in cyan was surprised by what Fang Jie said, and he then started laughing.

“I haven’t been called this in many years. Before, I used to be called this all the time in Chang’an.”

As if he recalled something, this man smiled and said, “That old man called me an alcoholic since I’m the only one who dared to take his liquor. I haven’t seen him in ten years; I wonder if his good liquor is still hidden behind Dao De Jing on the second level of his bookshelf.”

Fang Jie didn’t understand any of it.

“You are stingy.”

The man in cyan looked at the wine jar, and he couldn’t hold back and grabbed it before chugging down more than half a jar.

At this moment, Su Tugou and his wife Du Hongxian rushed out of the kitchen, and they were both so excited that their bodies shivered.

Su Tugou’s tobacco pipe dropped onto the ground, creating many sparks, and the cloth in Du Hongxian’s hand fell and covered the sparks.

The bearded Su Tugou wanted to walk up, but he didn’t dare to. Instead, he squatted down and cried like a kid who got wronged.

Du Hongxian slapped the back of Su Tugou’s head and told him to stop crying, but she had tears all over her face.

The man in cyan smiled at them both, and it was as warm as the breezes in spring. Fang Jie froze; he had never seen such a bright and pure smile. There was nothing but joy.

“I knew you two are here when I smelled the aroma, and I have to come in,” the man said.

Then, he waved his hand and stopped Su Tugou and Du Hongxian from speaking. He pointed at Fang Jie and said, “I will chat with him first. I drank half a jar of his pear flower wine, so I have to repay him. Please sit down and wait; I have something that I need you to do for me.”

Su Tugou and Du Hongxian nodded repeatedly and sat down on a bench, resting their hands on their knees. They looked like two students who were paying attention in class.