Chapter 11 Mom

There is a wine shop in the bustling commercial street.

It has a nice name, Zuixianfang.

Wang Xianxian dragged his heavy steps and pushed open the door of Zuixianfang.

Zuixianfang was founded by his mother. Compared with the ancestral house, this place is more like his real home.

He always likes to stay here during holidays.

Zuixianfang is still open for business, but now it is time to get off work.

Wang Xianxian took out the key, opened the door and went directly to the second floor.

There is a small room belonging to him on the second floor.

He planned to go to the bathroom first to wash the blood stains on his body.

Wang Xianxian did not need to deal with his wounds because all his wounds had healed.

The benefactor who saved him from the water and fire not only extended the sunset time for him, but also healed his physical injuries.

Because of the firelight, he could not see the benefactor's appearance, but he remembered the benefactor's eyes.

Those were a pair of extremely dazzling pupils, even in a raging fire, they could not cover up their own light.

The boy engraved those eyes deeply into his mind, and then walked straight to the bathroom.

Looking at himself covered in blood in the mirror, Wang Xianxian smiled bitterly.

"It's so embarrassing..."

He tried desperately to raise the corners of his mouth, but he was sad to find that.

His smile became even uglier.

After taking a shower, Wang Xianxian changed his clothes and lay on the bed.

He gently stroked the yellow gourd left by his mother.

It was unknown what the gourd was made of, but when the skin touched it, he could feel a little warmth.

This gourd was a spiritual tool, and Wang Xianxian didn't know what quality it was.

He only knew that it was used by his mother to store wine.

His mother and he were both winemakers.

She loved winemaking and wine tasting.

Later, as the pressure increased, his mother's drinking frequency increased, and eventually evolved into alcoholism.

When he was young, Wang Xianxian once thought that it was wine that took his mother's life.

Even when he grew up, he was extremely resistant to wine.

His attitude towards wine can even be called disgust.

Even the spiritual wine that is praised as a treasure, he is also extremely disgusted.

He used to not understand why there is such a thing as wine in this world.

He naively believed that if there was no wine, his mother would not have drowned.

If there was no wine, there would be no such disgusting vocation as a winemaker.

If there was no wine, his mother might still be encouraging him now.

It was not until today that Wang Xianxian knew that his mother's death was not caused by wine.

Suddenly, he felt that wine was not so disgusting.

Unconsciously, Wang Xianxian's vision blurred.

He missed his mother...

Suddenly, memories of the past flooded into his mind like a tide.

"Mom, why do some people cry when they drink? It's so embarrassing."

"That's because the person who drinks has something in mind, and he uses alcohol to relieve his sorrow."

"Why do some people cry when they drink the same wine, while others laugh?"

"You'll understand when you grow up."

"Mom, the teacher said that people will grow old, get sick and die, and I don't want you to die."

"My little cutie, why don't you want your mother to die?"

"Because if mom dies, I won't be able to eat the delicious food mom makes."

"So that's the case, glutton."

"Mom, today I learned how to read the expiration date on the beverage."

"Really? My baby is awesome."

"Mom, why is there no expiration date on the wine? Is it spoiled?"

"Baby, wine has no clear expiration date. As long as it is well preserved, it will never go bad."

"Mr. Wine is so awesome, and the mother who can make wine is even more awesome!"

...

Tears kept running down the boy's cheeks.

He didn't know what to do.

In just one day, it felt like a century had passed.

He awakened to become a winemaker, failed to awaken his talent, said goodbye to his friends, learned the truth about his mother's death, lost his bloodline, was abolished, and was expelled from the family.

His situation became worse than ever before.

Now Wang Xianxian learned the truth about his mother's death, but he lost hope of practicing.

He had hatred but no power.

Pain, confusion, unwillingness...

Suddenly, Wang Xianxian had an idea that he had never had before.

Drink...

Wang Xianxian raised the gourd pendant in his hand.

He put the gourd to his mouth and kissed it gently.

"Gourd, gourd, grow up quickly~"

Accompanied by the boy's whisper, the gourd grew bigger as if it was cast with a spell.

After the gourd grew to the size of an ordinary gourd, Wang Xianxian stopped chanting and put his hand on the lid of the gourd's mouth.

This was his first attempt to open the gourd.

Bang~

The moment the wine gourd was opened, the aroma of wine filled the room!

Wang Xianxian held the wine gourd and sniffed the aroma of wine in the gourd as if he had found a treasure.

He took out the wine glass that his mother loved when she was alive and filled it carefully for himself.

Then he held the wine glass and took a sip.

To Wang Xianxian's surprise, the wine didn't seem spicy at all.

On the contrary, it was a little sweet.

Wang Xianxian continued with the second, third, and fourth sips...

After the first sip, he couldn't stop.

The breeze broke into the boy's room, but it couldn't take away the slightest aroma of wine.

It was as if the aroma of wine was psychic, and all of them stayed around the boy, as if hugging him.

"Woo... Woo..."

The boy's tiny sobs began to sound in the room.

Slowly, slowly...

Sobbing turned into crying, and finally into wailing.

"Wooah..."

Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, fish-flavored eggplant, fish-flavored pork shreds, sweet and sour spareribs, squirrel mandarin fish...

The taste that Wang Xianxian recalled in his dreams all appeared on his tongue at this moment.

Unconsciously, the aroma of wine turned into the aroma of various dishes.

Now he was not drinking at all, but more like tasting a table of delicious dishes.

The dishes made by his mother.

One bite after another...

One cup after another...

The boy and the wine collided with each other in their souls at this moment.

Wang Xianxian was completely immersed in the dream brought to him by the wine.

At the same time, his body began to undergo amazing changes!

[Understand the way of wine, meet the conditions for awakening talent, and the talent is awakening...]