"It's called Jianfeng. I made my own name for it." Jiangcheng en, who was still in her old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit, laughed at Ji Rufeng. "Originally, sister Zhao wanted to make her own wine. It was sour and sweet at first, like fruit wine. It was very delicious. Later, sister Zhao didn't come back. I added the remaining ingredients according to her plan. But somehow, the taste of the wine changed. It was very domineering, like a sword out of sheath, The edge is clear. "
Ji Rufeng looks at the wine and pours a cup for himself.
When the wine enters the throat, it is hot. It's very domineering. It's like a sword coming out of the sheath. It's sharp and can kill all sides. However, when the wine really falls into the stomach, it has a delicate fragrance, which remains in the mouth and esophagus. It's sweet and delicious.
Domineering, warm, strong, such as moths to the fire, determined love, but also with a trace of innocence and fantasy, as young girls looking forward to their love.
This is Zhao Jian, isn't it?
He had a sour nose and nearly shed tears again.
"When sister Zhao brewed this wine, she said it was for you. After brewed for such a long time, sister Zhao didn't come. I thought, since sister Zhao's original intention was to give it to you, even though she has now..." Xin Ran raised her hand to wipe her tears and continued: "but it's better to give it to you."
Ji Rufeng nodded, her eyes turned red, choked and apologized, "thank you."
Even if this life can't with her white head, can have this wine with him, enough.
He solemnly picked up the bottle of wine, turned to leave, walked a few steps, but stopped, "that Can I have a request? "
Xinran and Jiangcheng en are all in a daze. How can they afford Ji Rufeng's request, "you say."
"Can this wine not be sold?"
"Well Yes After a little thought, Xinran agreed that the wine was Zhao Jian's patent, and they had no right to do anything.
"No, I mean, after you take the name of the wine, you are not allowed to sell it."
The name of the company is still Zhao Jian. Naturally, Xinran obeys his orders and answers.
Ji Rufeng bowed slightly to thank him, then turned away with the bottle of wine and the production technology and formula of the wine.
I don't know how long his life is, but he is still accompanied by Zhao Jian's wine, so he won't be lonely in this life.
Jianfeng, it's a good name.
Since then, there has been no news of Ji Rufeng in Nanjiang city.
Some people say that he died, dying for a woman.
It is said that he was abandoned because of a woman.
Some people say that he didn't die or waste. He just went to collect wind all over the world and made greater achievements.
It is said that I once saw him in a remote village, holding his trousers, like a farmer catching fish in a stream, saying that he wanted to cook boiled fish for his wife.
Rumors abound. I don't know which one is true. However, the porch in the night says that Ji Rufeng has never been here again. Ji's family says that the newly planted black roses in the garden have blossomed and failed, but they never wait for the owners who planted them.
Also did not wait for their owners, there are one in a west two sets of wedding dresses.
Gold thread weaving, fengguanxiayao, but eventually hung into the season, such as the wind in the season's wardrobe, no one cares.
It is said that only on New Year's Eve every year, the lights of Ji's house will be on, and all the people will be happy.
However, as soon as new year's Eve is over and on the morning of the first day of the new year, Ji Rufeng disappears again. As he appears, he comes and goes without trace.
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