A sip of wine prose on my mind

In such a big box, noisy music sounded and dim lights shone on the men and women in the box. Some people shake their red glasses gracefully, some people spit and talk, and some people drink happily. ...

"Xiao Chen, pour Mr. Wu's wine quickly." Manager Wang smiled and turned to make faces at me.

I quickly picked up a bottle of red wine and poured it into a goblet. The purplish red liquid poured down, and soon the glass was seven or eight minutes full.

"Teacher Wu, I respect you." Manager Wang picked up the cup with a charming smile.

Mr. Wu, next to Manager Wang, picked up his glass and touched Manager Wang, and drank the wine in one breath. His face was flushed, his eyes blurred, and his hand was on Manager Wang's shoulder.

However, manager Wang's face hasn't changed at all. She smiled and praised: "Mr. Wu is really a good drinker!"

"Xiao Wang's mouth is so sweet!" Mr. Wu's head slowly tilted towards Manager Wang, and his hand began to swim slowly towards her waist.

Just as I shook hands with Manager Wang, she took the lead in putting Mr. Wu on the shoulder and said softly, "Mr. Wu, then this contract of ours ..."

Hearing this, Mr. Wu whispered a few words to Manager Wang, and they got up and left the box together.

This little party is still going on. The men and women immersed in the banquet were particularly excited. However, this kind of occasion seems to be out of place with me. I picked up a glass of red wine, poured a small amount and gulped it down.

"The entrance is smooth, it is really good wine, but it is not my favorite wine." I put down my glass and left the busy box.

two

I like wine. I remember the rice wine brewed by my father when I was a child. Sweet and refreshing, I like it best. My father often jokes that I am a little drunk, and I always refute him with the excuse that "rice wine is not intoxicating". At that time, the time we spent together was the happiest moment in retrospect.

When I left the small village where I lived for more than ten years and went to the big city alone, I should know that loneliness will accompany me everywhere. However, I didn't think much at that time. I just think that if you don't go to the outside world when you are young, you will regret it many years later. Therefore, although I am a stranger, I will try my best to overcome the difficulties.

Now, I work as a salesman in a wine company. I used to feel lucky for this, because this wine company is very big. "Young man, you have worked hard, and there will definitely be more room to play in the future." At that time, I will wake up happy in my dream.

But when I have worked in this field for a long time, I feel more and more as if I have lost something ... Yes, my salary has increased a lot through hard work over the years. It stands to reason that the improvement of material living standards should also give you more spiritual pleasure. However, it backfired.

Why did I choose to enter this wine company in the first place? Just because of scale? I've been asking myself in my mind. Finally, after reviewing myself repeatedly, I came to a conclusion. The source of my happiness comes from wine, and in my memory, my favorite is rice wine brewed by my father himself.

I woke up from a dream and made a bold decision!

three

The train is running at a high speed on a specific track, and the scenery outside the window is rapidly retrogressing, but my heart is extraordinarily quiet. Unconsciously, I arrived at my destination.

Carrying a heavy backpack and dragging a 24-inch black suitcase in my hand, I walked lightly to the bus passenger center.

The whole journey takes about 8 hours: 6 hours by train, then 1.5 hours by car to the passenger center. Finally, I walked for 20 to 30 minutes and finally saw a familiar small village. That's where I was born.

When I saw the scenery of my hometown for a long time, my fatigue vanished in an instant and was replaced by a feeling of joy and happiness. It's been three years, and I haven't returned to my hometown for three whole years. Since the "thing" happened three years ago, I went back to my hometown to pack my things and never came back. Now, time has diluted those sentimental memories. It suddenly occurred to me that I love my hometown so much!

"Stefanie, you are back!" In the distance, an aunt in her forties and fifties came towards me.

When she approached, a smile appeared on my lips: "Aunt Zhang, I'm back."

"You can come back. How have you been these years? " She smiled and looked at me with concern.

"Well ..." There is a sadness in my eyes.

"Well, go home and have a look." The smile on her face faded away and her eyes were slightly sad.

I nodded and dragged my heavy suitcase forward. Behind him, in addition to the sound of luggage rolling on the ground, I heard Aunt Zhang sigh helplessly. ...

four

Pushing open the door with mottled paint, I followed the light and went in. The empty hut was covered with dust. Now there are only some daily necessities of furniture, and other furnishings were taken away by me many years ago. I thought I would never come back, but I never thought about it and finally chose to go back to this place that made me feel very hurt.

I simply tidied up, opened my backpack and took out a photo of our family in the past. In the photo, we didn't deliberately look at the camera, just casually drinking with a big bowl and smiling naturally.

Our family is a rare family in the village who loves to drink and can drink. I have met people who celebrate the New Year, and all my relatives come to send their blessings. As a result, at the dinner table, my parents and the guests from afar drank wine while eating vegetables. My father took out three bottles of Wuliangye that he had treasured for several years. That year, when I was young, I didn't drink much liquor. However, the three of them drank happily. In the end, the three bottles of Wuliangye were completely drunk by them, so they gave up.

Even if parents drink well, they still don't drink high-alcohol liquor on weekdays. However, if you don't drink some wine, you will feel tasteless in your mouth. As a result, yellow rice wine has become the most common wine we drink on weekdays. Maybe it's because my parents are both good drinkers, so my alcohol consumption is not worse than theirs.

I remember that the night before I left my hometown, my parents took out Wuliangye, which they regarded as "kindness". At that dinner, we didn't talk much, just gulped and drank. As the saying goes: "A thousand words, all in the dish, all in the wine." That photo was taken that day.

I stared at the people in the photo and shed tears unconsciously ... I thought, "One day, I will realize their wishes."

These days when I returned to my hometown, I began to try to brew rice wine myself. I took out the best glutinous rice and soaked it in cold water. After about two or three hours, drain the water by hand and rinse it with clear water. Then put it into a normal steamer for steaming. The most important thing in making yellow rice wine is koji.

I have known since I was a child that my father has a secret recipe for homemade wine koji. But he never told me. Over the years, I have done all kinds of homework in big cities and finally developed my own secret recipe of wine koji. However, the steps of making sake koji are complicated. Before I started brewing rice wine, I prepared my own Qingqu in advance. This time, it is the first time to try it out in real practice. I believe my koji will add a lot of color to the final rice wine.

Because this is the first time I have brewed rice wine since I returned to my hometown. I'm also worried that when steaming glutinous rice, I'm not sure about the heat.

So, this time I'm going to make a little rice wine first. I finally dug out a small jar from the hut. Put the cooked glutinous rice with distiller's yeast into a jar, cover it tightly with a lid, wrap it in a thick cloth and put it on a hot kang.

After a day or two, the smell of wine wafts out and you can open the lid and enjoy it. I can't wait to taste my own rice wine …

five

In the quiet ward, an old man with white hair was lying in bed. He kept his eyes closed and his body was full of infusion tubes. There is also an ECG monitor beside the bed to monitor the patient's vital signs.

Three years ago, a couple went to a big city to visit their daughter. On the way to take a taxi, there was an accident. Another car hit and run because of drunk driving. But in the end, under the full investigation of the police, the hit-and-run driver was arrested.

The couple who had a car accident are my parents. I didn't know they would come to see me that day. Perhaps, from the moment they got on the taxi, they were very happy, just to give me a surprise ... but who would have expected that a car running a red light would suddenly hit them at a traffic light intersection? Life becomes so fragile in an instant.

When I received a call from the police, my head was buzzing and tears were already swirling in my eyes. I drove to the hospital in a hurry. My mother died on the way to the hospital. After being rescued by the hospital, my father did not wake up. When the doctor finally solemnly told me that my father would become a vegetable, my heart ached like a knife.

That time was the darkest and most painful period in my life. I turned a corner. I often ask myself why I don't go home to see my parents more often. If I often go home to visit them, they won't come to see me in the big city. I thought again, why did I meet such a drunk driver by chance? Why did you run a red light and hit a car? I am possessed and can't sleep at night.

I took a long leave at that time. After my mother's funeral, I often go to the hospital to accompany my father. At that time, I never felt powerless, and every cell of my body was full of powerlessness. I often need to paralyze myself with alcohol. But I have some hatred for wine. If the drunk driver hadn't hit and run, the accident wouldn't have happened. ...

Some people say that time is the best healing agent. Indeed, my life will continue. Do you want to be immersed in sadness all the time? No, that's not the life I want. I want to cheer up!

I sat quietly on the stool and looked at my father lying in the hospital bed. His look, very peaceful. If he hadn't been in the hospital and didn't have so many infusion tubes on him, I would have thought he was sleeping.

"Dad, happy birthday! I specially prepared the rice wine I brewed for you. Please taste it. Ok? "

I took out a bottle of rice wine and a small bowl from my backpack. Then pick up the bottle in one hand and open the lid in the other. The rice wine bottle is slightly tilted, and the yellowish liquid inside flows down the bottle mouth into a small bowl. I took out a cotton swab prepared in advance, dipped it in wine and put it on my father's dry lips.

"Dad, whose rice wine is better than yours?" I smiled at my father, but he still didn't respond.

I went on to say, "I quit my job for the sake of your wishes and my mother's, and also for myself ... After the accident that year, I went back to my hometown to clean up my house and found a note written by you. The dense words recorded the process of brewing, especially the process of making rice wine. You wrote in great detail. However, in the recipe of koji, you interrupted it halfway. Over the years, I have been trying to study the formula of koji. In this process of learning and searching, I walked out of sadness and really found my love for wine in my bones. I chose to resign because now I have accumulated a certain number of contacts, coupled with your handwritten notes and my unremitting efforts, I believe that my brewed rice wine will sell well, and I believe that I can see the vigorous development of the wine industry in the near future! "

I picked up a small bowl full of rice wine and took a sip, full of sweetness and endless aftertaste. ...