Chapter 76 wine is poetry matchmaker

One night, Ajian, Gouzi and a few other literary friends and I were drinking at a halal barbecue restaurant outside the South Third Ring Road in Beijing.The voice of speaking was louder, which attracted the boss standing at the counter.His name is Mu Xin, he is a young man of literature, he is very interested in the topics we are talking about, and he has the intention of "joining the gang".Everyone pulled him to sit down.While "listening", his hands were not idle, and he personally grilled a large amount of mutton skewers on the charcoal stove in the center of the table and handed them out to everyone.We tasted: same thing, just better than what we baked ourselves.It seems that even this simple craft has knowledge in it.Not to mention anything else, but the boss's movements are much more skillful than ours.But I saw him spread the mutton skewers on the iron burner, flipping them with his left hand, and pinching pepper, salt and other seasonings with his right hand, spreading them evenly.The aroma permeates.

Seeing that we were addicted to eating, he added a few more plates of roasted chicken hearts, lamb kidneys, etc., saying it was a gift.What I remember most is the roasted garlic.Unexpectedly, garlic can be roasted and eaten, and it has a unique taste.So everyone cheered again and again.The boss said that his store was originally opened in Baizhifang, but it was moved to the area of ​​Jingtai Bridge due to demolition.Meeting our group of "alternative" customers can be regarded as fate. When Ah Jian is drunk, he often puts on some shows.Recently he has been very fond of calligraphy. He was cooking meat in Dongzhimen yesterday. He asked the shopkeeper for a bald brush. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any ink, so he used sesame paste instead, and left several pieces of calligraphy on old newspapers (his calligraphy is quite good, He is the one who inscribed the plaque for the old meatloaf chain).Today he had a drink with Boss Mu, and tentatively asked if he had any ink.The boss actually found a brush and an inkstone, and ground the ink himself.Ah Jian was looking for paper, but the boss said, "Do you still need paper? Just write it on the wall of our shop."

Ah Jian thought he heard it wrong: "This wall has just been painted. Is it suitable?" The boss smiled and said, "I can't ask for your words. Please write a poem for everyone." Seeing that the boss is indeed not a common man, Ah Jian is not polite anymore, and writes poems on the wall like a dragon.I joked: "Why is Ah Jian like Song Jiang? He is going to write an 'anti-poem' on the Xunyang Tower." While Ah Jian was writing, Gouzi and the waiter asked for potatoes, cut them in the middle, and waved the barbecue The iron brazing was used to carve a stamp on the cross-section of the potato.When Ah Jian signed the signature, the seal was also engraved.I was wondering where did the ink pad come from?Gouzi had already bought red fermented bean curd, dipped it in, and a stamp engraved with A Jian's name (and in Yangwen) was stamped on the signature of the poem.Kind of like that.The waiters and the chefs in the backyard kitchen all gathered around to watch.They probably thought of me as the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou" who were visiting privately on Weibo.

Seeing that Ajian's calligraphy won applause from all the halls, I was not far behind. I stood trembling on the bench and wrote a doggerel on the spot: "Jingtai Bridge is full of joy in the south, and the wind blows and the grass looks low. You don't need to bend a golden bow. Skewer after skewer." The title is a "grilled" word.I was probably also drunk at the time, and I felt as chic as Cao Zhiyin's five-step poem (my speed may be even faster).I was looking at it with self-admiration, and I don't know who carved the seal for me, so I took it and stamped it.Although it is carved from potatoes, it feels good in the palm of your hand.

Then, Gouzi and others wrote poems one by one, almost filling the two walls. The boss came over with the bill in his hand, I thought he was going to pay.But he shook the paper on his hand and said that he was infected by the atmosphere and wrote a draft of a poem, but unfortunately he had never practiced brush calligraphy, so he asked us to copy it on the wall for him.I still remember the previous few sentences: "Wine is not meat, it is chasing but not seeking, it is hoping not thinking, whether there is nothing or not..." It seems to be reasonable.Everyone, you copied this poem line by line.Ah Jian came up with a new trick this time. He cut out a window grille with a piece of red paper, dipped some of the pimple soup in the bowl without the paste, and pasted it at the title of the poem ("Drunk") instead of a stamp. Illustrated.

Everyone looked around the walls and were very excited, as if they had collaborated to complete the "Preface to the Lanting Collection".To be honest, I have written poems for so many years, and this is the first time I have published them on the wall of a tavern.Someone praised: "If this was in the Qing Dynasty, it would definitely be a romantic story. Ji Xiaolan is just like that, right?" I love hearing this.Although I know it's drunk.But what can be done—the audience is drunk too. In the middle of the night, we were a little sober from the wine, and we greeted the boss modestly: "Don't pollute your newly renovated store?"

"How could it be? These are all ink treasures." Not only did the boss not mean to blame, but he was quite proud, "Tonight is like filming a TV series. I am also a supporting role after all." We wanted to pay for the drinks, but the boss refused.He has a treat. Could it be that he is still drunk? He has opened the shop for so many years, and he is probably the first to meet such emotional customers as us. Aren't we too?I've been to so many bars and restaurants in Beijing, but this is the first time I've met such a talented boss.He was definitely just as temperamental as we are.He didn't drink less tonight.Looks really happy.

The ancients said: "Wine is a sex matchmaker." It's a pity that we don't like sex.It may be possible to change it as appropriate: "Wine is the matchmaker of poetry." In modern colloquial terms, it means "wine is the matchmaker of poetry." This is the most enjoyable drinking session I have had: poetry, wine, meat, and friends.Nothing is missing. I had to hurry and get it into the article.Otherwise, after a long time, you will suspect that it is a dream. How do you prove it's not a dream?It’s best to visit the Muji grilled skewer restaurant in the south of Jingtai Bridge to see if the poems, characters, signatures and stamps on the wall are still there?

I believe Boss Mu is reluctant to erase those traces. Then again, it cannot be wiped off by rubbing alone.