However, we didn't get any useful information from the drinker. All we knew was that Ye Chen was just visiting the place temporarily and had bought some of my wine by chance, which he really enjoyed.
That's why I asked someone to buy out my wine recipe.
Ranmo always says that I become unsettled whenever I encounter anything related to Zhou Yu.
After calming myself down, I realized I couldn't find the other person's location.
All that remains is this phone number.
Whether it's a person, a ghost, or just a coincidence, we need to find out more about the other party first.
So I tried dialing again.
The phone rang for a long time before a familiar voice finally answered on the other end: "Hello, who is this?"
I held my breath and took a deep breath before calmly saying, "Boss Ye, I am Ahua, the owner of the wine shop that signed the contract with you."
After I explained my identity, the other person listened attentively and then said, "Oh!"
He then asked, "What is it?"
I stated directly and truthfully: "There is a problem with the identification information in our contract. I specifically went to the address on your contract today, but I couldn't find you."
After listening to my question, he slowly explained, "Our bar hasn't been officially opened yet. It's located in City B. I'm here now, and the contract has it all written down. If you have any questions about the contract, I'll send someone to check it with you again."
I pondered for a moment, thinking that I couldn't always let them lead me by the nose; I had to take the initiative to approach them.
I smiled and said, "What a coincidence! My hometown is also in B City. I'm planning to retire there. Remember to tell me the address after your shop opens. This fermented rice wine isn't something that just anyone can make to taste exactly like the original. I can give you some pointers."
"Alright, see you in City B!"
His tone of voice was so natural and fluent, without the slightest flaw, that I had the illusion that I was just overthinking things. There are many people in the world with the same name and appearance, let alone the same voice.
I don't know if it was the charm of his voice that attracted me, or my keen intuition that told me he was a bit suspicious.
But I can't find any evidence.
After hanging up the phone, I hurriedly packed my luggage and then asked around until I found the bus station in B City.
However, having not traveled far from home for nearly a decade, I was dressed in a retro cotton and linen outfit, much like a country bumpkin visiting the city.
Carrying a wooden box and bundle, he looked out of place walking through the station, attracting strange looks from many pedestrians.
It's not that I'm not keeping up with the times; even though times have changed for many years, the clothing habits of thousands of years cannot be changed.
I've seen it all, and I never care what others think of me, so I calmly walked through these strange crowds.
What's troubling me is that now you have to bring your ID to the ticket machine to buy a ticket yourself.
I stood in front of the ticket machine, imitating other people's actions of buying tickets, raising my hand and fiddling with it left and right for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out how to use it.
But I was determined to figure out how to use this ticket machine.
The woman standing behind me, wearing a long red dress, with long curly hair and bright red lipstick, and sunglasses perched on her nose, calmly waited for me with her arms crossed, without urging me in the slightest.
I calmly continued fiddling with it, considering myself a smart person and believing that I could do it without anyone's help.
But in the end I still didn't understand, and losing patience, I had no choice but to turn around and politely ask the woman behind me, "Miss, could you do me a favor?"
I was somewhat taken aback when I saw the woman raise her slender, fair hand and place her glasses on her head, revealing her entire face.
"Fang Rou?" I blinked and stared at the person in front of me, stunned and standing there.
"Are you talking to me?" She raised her eyes, squinting at me with her almond-shaped eyes.
Although I have lost the ability to see into the depths of other people's souls through their eyes.
But based on my centuries of experience in judging people...
I believe I am not mistaken. This is Fang Rou, the lover of the mountain god uncle I once met, who pulled me out of my coffin and lived with me for a year, and whom I longed to pass away so I could see her off in her final moments.
She stared at me for a long time, as if she could see right through me, then glanced at the ticket machine and casually asked, "Don't know how to buy a ticket?"
I nodded at her, my gaze wandering.
She pushed her suitcase towards me: "Here, I'll teach you, so you have to study hard!"
After saying that, she elegantly raised her hand: "ID card!"
I obediently handed her my ID card.
"Where to?" she asked.
“City B,” I replied.
"Come here, watch and learn..."
I leaned closer and followed her steps to learn, only to suddenly realize, "Oh, I see."
After she bought the tickets for me, she took out the tickets she had bought herself.
She saw that I was still standing there, staring at her.
She looked up and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Clearly, she doesn't remember me or recognize me.
That's true, hundreds of years have passed, who knows how many times she has been reincarnated.
But her elegant and haughty demeanor remained unchanged.
"Aren't you going to thank me?" she asked me, raising an eyebrow.
I snapped out of my daze and weakly said, "Thank you."
"Do you have a phone?" she asked again.
"Hmm? Yes," I replied.
She gracefully raised her hand, opened her palm, and said calmly, "Give it to me!"
I found myself inexplicably taking out my phone and handing it to her.
After she took the phone from my hand, she dialed a series of numbers, and her own phone rang.
Then he tossed my phone back to me, casually perched his sunglasses on his nose, and said, "My phone number is saved in there. If you really want to thank me, call me when you get to B City and treat me to a meal to express your gratitude."
After saying that, she walked away with elegant steps and disappeared into the crowd.
I stared at my phone, ticket, and ID in my hand, standing there for a long time before I came to my senses.
As expected, nothing has changed.
Just then, a woman in a yellow dress appeared behind me in a hurry, pushing her suitcase and knocking my documents and tickets to the ground.
She only glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, hurriedly grabbed her ID and tickets, and then hastily squatted down to help me pick up my ID and tickets, apologizing profusely: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry."
"Hey? Beautiful lady, we're on the same train! The train's about to leave, why aren't you in a hurry?"
When the woman helped me pick up my ID and ticket from the ground and stood up, I was even more surprised when I saw her face: "Qingyan?"
My lips twitched. What day is it today?
I actually ran into two acquaintances in a row?
I felt a little dazed, as if I had returned to the beginning of time.
"How did you know my name was Qingyan? Oh, did you see my name on the ticket machine when I bought the ticket?"
But I just stared at her blankly.
"Don't look at me like that! I already apologized! I have to catch my train, so I'll be going now..." She hurriedly shoved her ID into my hand and pushed her suitcase away.
But after taking only two steps, she turned back, grabbed my arm enthusiastically, and ran off, saying, "You're lucky you ran into me. I'll take you through the fast lane..."
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