Every time he drinks, he wins. As soon as he came up, he was not very good, he sat a little weakly, and when others toasted him, he drank a little politely. But they eat more dishes, which is not like people who can drink. So people don't notice him. In fact, people who have a heart, or who look back afterwards, will find that he did not stop drinking in the meantime. He drank slowly, eating the food, as if he was not at a banquet, but at home, drinking alone, quite enjoyable. But from the perspective of strategy on the wine field, drinking at this time is somewhat like laying the bottom, or warming up. When he has eaten and drunk to a certain extent, how can he say that this level is to be said? That is to say, his face is moistened, his eyes are shining, and he looks very satisfied. It's not the satisfaction of being full of wine and food, but it's just right, just right. It seemed that he had gained some weight and straightened his waist. And the wine table is in the hearty stage. People toasted each other, and the glasses touched each other, one cup at a time, one cup at a time. Unlike at the beginning, everyone was very vigilant, cautious, cautiously accepting toasts, and then cautiously thinking of rhetoric to toast others. The sluice gate has not yet been opened, and under the pressure of the water, the sluice gate must be opened little by little. When it reaches about one-half, or two-thirds of the way, the water pushes open the floodgates and pours for thousands of miles. Drinking to the fullest is similar to this situation.

At this time, the rhythm on the wine table is smooth, similar to the rhythm of the stanza. Everyone is happy, their vigilance has been let down, and their feelings have become very friendly. The wine has also become smoother. The initial spicy irritation has been overshadowed by a slightly sweet aftertaste. They struck the middle of the tongue sharply, and in the blink of an eye, they filled the entire mouth, turning into warmth. The body becomes lighter, and the mind becomes lighter, and it is continuous. The articulation is particularly clever and witty. That's when he came. He began to toast. The look of his toast is also weak, even a little shy. In short, that's how he tells people to let their guard down. He didn't stand up, but sat down and began to toast. His toast seemed to be merely ceremonial, completing a ritual. Only when he leaned his neck to drink the wine in the toast, that movement of the neck was sharp. He tilted his neck quickly and neatly, and the bottom of the cup was dry. And not a drop of wine is spilled. Yes, he never spills his glass when he drinks, unlike some people, the wine spills all the way, ticking, but it can be spilled all the way to the opposite plate. He poured the wine very neatly, one line down, the wine and the glass along the next point, and then the line closed. It's also not a drop of wine. He eats the same way, there is no soup stain in front of him, there is no soup stain in front of him, the fish bones are on the side, and they are clean. His hands were thin and looked slightly dry, revealing bones. It's actually soft and warm. His hands are of the longer type, but they are not artistic, but have traces of labor, such as cocoons. But it's still soft. Beneath that dry, rough surface, there is a sensitive temperament, which is not artistic, but still related to labor. His hand is a hand that is particularly capable of controlling movements. Accurate, concise, calm, and never misses.

Now, he toasted in a circle, and people still didn't pay attention to him. In fact, there was a lot of trouble at the wine table, and no one noticed anyone. In the midst of the uproar, he was the only one who was quiet. But his eyes were so active that there was a smile on his face and a slightly drunken expression. He saluted again. He tilted his neck and pushed the bottom of the glass forward, so that the other party could see his dry wine glass, and sure enough, there was no wine left. This action gradually showed a little bit of a challenge and began to affect the other party. He seemed to be a little deliberate, and the smile on his face became clearer, as if to say, this is what he wants. His face was even redder, but not the color of pork liver, his head was full of red, but according to different areas, the shades were subtle, like a person with a particularly good complexion. His hands were red too, which made them look a little plumper. He still didn't say much, but just sent the wine glass to the other party, which meant some persecution. However, at this point in drinking, it doesn't matter if you have more or less glasses, if you don't ask him to drink, he will still drink it! This kind of pleasure has inertia, and it means that it can't stop the car. However, people found themselves in a passive position, and this latecomer actually took the initiative. It's not okay.

On the wine field, that's it. It's not about who drinks and who doesn't, it's about who tells whom to drink. Drink, in fact, you have to drink, and no one is willing to drink less. Although, after the incident, it was like no one wanted to drink. It's a gladiatorial arena of will, and it's like a gladiatorial arena of strategy. But will and strategy are subordinate parts, and the real strength is still the amount of alcohol. So, in the end, it's a contest of drinks. Both will and strategy are at the service of this contest. Because, how to preserve strength, how to wait for an opportunity to attack, how to turn passivity into initiative, and occupy a favorable position, to a certain extent, play a role in determining victory or defeat.

In this way, people began to fight back. The threat comes from one side, so people work together to strike together. This seems a little unfair, but it is also a vertical and horizontal struggle on the wine field, and one is counted as one. At this time, the people concentrated their forces and opened fire on him. The situation was somewhat grim, but he was shaking. The light in his eyes was shining, and there was a smile in his eyebrows. He sweated a little, and his forehead swept up, revealing a straight forehead. His eyebrows are slightly raised, which makes his eye sockets a little sunken. The bridge of the nose is straight, and the slightly longer middle is lower than the thin lips. The cheekbone is narrow and less fleshy, but the sound chewing function makes it appear powerful. The chin is very shapely, angular. His silhouette has a bit of a Latin flavor, but it is not, but the shrewd appearance of the people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the countryside. When I was younger, I may have been quite handsome, but now I am old. But it may also be the opposite, when I was young, because of my plump skin, I was a little dull and rustic, but now that I am old, I see my muscles and bones, and the shape comes out. Now, his eyebrows jumped a few times, and his strength came up. It seems that he has been deliberately planning for this moment for a long time. Whether it was to hold back the smile or the smile itself, his mouth was slightly uneven, slightly higher on the left and slightly lower on the right, which made him look very restrained. He raised his eyebrows and accepted the people's toasts. He threw his neck back and toasted, then handed the glass to the next one and asked the next one to pour him a drink. But the wine bottle trembled in the next hand, and the old man couldn't match the wine glass. He frowned—that didn't stop him from smiling—and he frowned, took the bottle from the man's hand, and poured it himself. He is the kind of person who has a habit of cleanliness and especially does not like to be sloppy. After that, although he accepted someone else's toast, the bottle was always in his hands. And he will never cheat for personal gain, such as pouring more for others and less for himself. Or a graft, pour wine for others, and boiled water for yourself. He will never get involved in this kind of sublime trick. If he met such an opponent, he laughed, still tilted his neck, drank the wine in the toast, and then gently flicked the glass, and wiped the sleeves of his coat with both hands as if he wanted to put down the rolled up sleeves. It's like a signal to disperse, and then it disperses. When the wine is drunk to this extent, his influence comes out and he becomes the master of the wine table. As for the slight puffing of the glass, it will be mentioned later and is a key part of the matter. Well, he mastered the bottle, but he was impartial, and he did it for every glass, one line down, the wine and the glass along the next point, and then another line to close. It's just that the pace is quickened, and the movements are a little jumpy, like a dance. But this in no way affected his accuracy, and he still did not spill a drop of wine. He stood up. His stature is also the type of Jiangsu and Zhejiang people, not tall, but capable and strong. When he had finished pouring the wine, he pointed the bottle forward with an irresistible meaning. The other party had to drink it obediently, but the wine was spilled all over the table, and there was a feeling of collapse.

At this point, the wine was a little like white water, and he didn't feel it in his mouth, but he could still drink it. Every time I take a bite, my face is full of comfort. He grinned slightly, making an expression of fear of suffering, which was actually comfortable. He was really comfortable, his body was stretched, and his joints were loose and lubricated, which could be seen from his slightly elastic movements. Alcohol plays a wonderful role in his body, it makes him refreshed and high-spirited. The smile in his eyes was almost overflowing, and the light was overflowing, full. His face was originally fleshy and a little grim, but now he has a smile. His hair also darkened, thickened, and shiny. He became younger. People concentrated their firepower on him, and he was like an expert in Peking Opera, with one as ten. He laughed, not loud, but happy. He became a little mischievous and pretended not to drink and was about to run away, but as soon as the people were in a hurry, he immediately turned back and continued to drink. He also pretended that he couldn't do it anymore, and was about to faint, but in an instant he straightened up again and opened his eyes. It tickles people's hearts. He became like this, lively, and like two people at the beginning. In fact, everyone is like two people in the opening, but everyone else has become worse, the steps are crooked, the mouth and nose are crooked, the words are not in words, and the songs are not in tune. And he got better and became attractive. Wine is such a strange thing, it always strips man of his normality, and lowers him to the level of normality, but he has a soft spot for him, which makes him rise above normality and adds a strange brilliance to him.

The wine has been drunk like a river. Even if you can't drink the taste of alcohol, you can't stop. It's a bit like gambling, the more you gamble, the harder it is to stop, and the more you gamble, the more you can't end it. It's not okay to win, and it's even worse if you lose, and it has nothing to do with winning or losing. It's called addiction. When people get here, they can't help themselves. Those people are actually mud and paralyzed, but they are still drinking, which is called pouring and has nothing to do with taste. I knew in my heart that I should accept it, but I just couldn't accept it. People have long been unable to play against him, drinking and clinking glasses with themselves. As for him, he also spared the people, but he still stood there, still holding the bottle in his hand. He poured himself a wine, drank it, poured another glass, drank it, and then a third. After three glasses, he laughed, gently flicked the wine glass, wiped the sleeves of his clothes with both hands, and left. Even the wine field in the midst of extreme chaos couldn't help but be quiet at this time. Then someone shouted at the top of his voice, meaning, catch him, don't let him run! But they all know that this is in vain, he is already determined, and no one can control him. After a pause, they all dispersed.

Looking back, thinking about the situation on the wine field, it is natural that he has the best amount of alcohol and drinks the most calmly, but the one that really makes him overcome the enemy is that in the end, when he is in the most ** place and wants to give up, he gently squeezes the wine glass. I was able to break it when it was the hardest to break. This is the way he finally subdued people. In the wine field, on such indulgent occasions, he still does not lose control. It's admirable and intimidating, as if there's something in his personality, something akin to a secret. What is it?

It should be said that he was an alcoholic. Drink two drinks at every meal. When he encounters the wine field, he is also happy to go, and he always sets off the **. Drinking alcohol changed his appearance. On weekdays, he can't help but look a little gloomy. It's not that I'm not in good spirits, it's that I lack a little brilliance and don't have enough rejuvenation. He was a man of few words, and he still didn't talk much when he got to the wine, and the usual drunken gibberish never happened to him. But after drinking, his liveliness is even more expressive and infectious than words. His health was not very good, his organs were showing signs of decay, and he looked older than his actual age. But wine made him young and full of vitality. These phenomena even somewhat suggest that he already has mild alcoholism. But without wine, he could do it. At one stage, there were cases of counterfeit liquor in neighbouring provinces and, after investigation, it was found that counterfeit liquor had spread to the surrounding areas. During this period, he didn't drink a single drop. Even if he went to the wine shop and watched others drink, he would never be moved and open the ban. Although he lost the demeanor he had when he drank, he never became depressed and depressed because he didn't drink. He still lives a normal life, going to and from work, riding his "old tank" bicycle, and in order to ensure that his body has a certain amount of exercise, he has been riding his bicycle to and from work until now, when he retires and returns to work. He was in his sixties and worked as a data clerk in a municipal cultural unit. The roads of the city were narrow and crooked, and he had not fallen for drinking or not drinking.

On another occasion, he went on a business trip to a northern city, probably because of the cold climate and his habit of drinking. Not to mention it, Fang just said that he is also an alcoholic. However, the alcoholism there has evolved into a bad drinking atmosphere under the vulgar folk customs. A wine field is not a wine field, but a right and wrong field. The toast is a sentence "If you don't drink, you look down on people", which forces people to have nowhere to escape. I don't know if the quality of the wine is relatively poor, or if there is a problem with people's physique, although the people there are addicted to alcohol, but they don't have much alcohol, and after a few glasses, they will be drunk. There are probably those who are really drunk, and there are also those who borrow wine to cover their faces, and the old hatred and new hatred are all shaken out at this time. It doesn't matter if the occasion is right or not, whether people understand your ins and outs, they just entangle endlessly. Later, I was really angry, and there were big fights. For a person like him who is on a business trip, he feels quite embarrassed to be pushed by these strange people and things. Although they all acted like no one else afterwards, if they pretended to be too urban, if they didn't pretend, they would be too drunk, and the drunk form was too dramatic. In short, it is the "vicious evil" that the people of Jiangsu and Zhejiang say. Therefore, after tasting it once, he insisted on refusing to drink it, and no matter how "if you don't drink it, you look down on it", he will not drink it. Everyone else also found some reasons not to drink, what alcohol allergies, what drugs and avoid alcohol, in order to parry the persecution of the other party. And he didn't say any reason, just didn't drink, and people couldn't do anything in the end. Behind his back, he told his colleague on a business trip that this is not the way to drink alcohol. It means that it is not the right way to drink. Then, occasionally, a colleague who was on a business trip had a meal by himself and asked for some wine, but he didn't drink it, saying that his tongue was not clean and he couldn't drink. The city had a foul smell of alcohol, and the food was quite foul. Cold dishes, hot dishes, stir-fried dishes, soup dishes, all have no positive color and shape, and are always chaotic. The true color is invisible, and it is not the sauce color. As for the taste, it is even more indisputable. There are only two things that are clear, because they are not hesitant to put in large quantities, one is monosodium glutamate, and the other is starch. And all the restaurants and canteens are in the same style. When he said that the tongue is not clean, he does not mean that the tongue coating is bad in traditional Chinese medicine, but in the sense of taste. It was as if these obscure foods had tainted his sense of taste.

In this way, during this business trip, except for the first day, he didn't know how to get on the ground, and he didn't drink again. Later, when they finally left the city, in the afternoon, the coach pulled into a gas station to refuel. As he turned the corner, his eyes suddenly lit up when he looked out the window. As soon as the car stopped, he immediately got out of the car and walked outside the gas station. On the side of the road at the bend, a pergola was built, and under the shed was a porridge shop. He sat down on a small bench in front of the bunk, with the dusty northern road behind him. I didn't need any porridge, so I swallowed two large bowls of rice porridge in such a big gulp. When he stood up and returned to the car, there was a refreshing expression on his face, as if he had washed away the evil of many days. When he returned, he drank again.

He also didn't like the way he drank the order. Nowadays, the popular ones at the wine table are not Yaling, they are all vulgar orders that lead cars to sell pulp. What kind of guessing boxing, what kind of tiger bar chicken, are all orders that inevitably want to shout and be angry. He doesn't think it's the right way to drink. In him, wine, is wine. The topic is wine, and the idea is also wine, and if you want to add something else, it will be off-topic. He felt that the order was somewhat noisy. Therefore, he just does not give orders. When others give orders, he doesn't object, but he doesn't participate. When the people were more or less done—most of these simple drinking orders were monotonous, and they ran out of patience after a few round-trips, and then he appeared again. There are also those who encounter the kind of tendon who have to carry out the order to the end, and he will never interfere, and he will not spoil people's interest, but accompany him and drink alone to the end. So even if he doesn't like the order, he doesn't think it's an impropriety in the drinking field, it's just a little pediatric. He adheres to principles, but he is not narrow-minded, and even very accommodating, and he is a gregarious person in terms of drinking character. He likes to drink with people, and he is open to new things about drinking. For example, a kind of "submarine" game is currently emerging, in which a full cup of liquor with a glass of wine is thrown into a beer glass, and it is particularly easy to get drunk in one go. The wine on the wine table has a stimulating effect. Under this stimulus, the alcohol will speed up the circulation, forcefully penetrate the blood vessels in the body, and the blood will be cheerfully erected, pushing the person up. Only wine can penetrate so deeply into the human senses, from the senses to the spiritual realm. It's both physical and mental!

He is also not narrow-minded in his love of wine, and he can accept any wine and drink its benefits. He doesn't pick his eyes, he doesn't worship blindly, and he keeps seeking truth from facts. Even the cheapest two-pot head, he can taste the meaning. He said that the second pot head is the positive taste of wine. As for famous wines like Moutai and Wuliangye, he also thinks it is good, but it is not so good, it is too refreshing, he said. What does it mean to be too refreshing? It seems to mean "the water is clear and there are no fish", but it doesn't seem to be. He can also accept foreign liquor like whiskey and brandy, but "no food", it is drunk empty, not a meal, similar to a snack. What about beer? It's a little bit off-topic, like the liquor order on the wine field, but he also drinks it, and he drinks it with him. Due to the limitations of his experience, he did not have a wide range of knowledge about wine, and drank the usual ones. It's enough, and what he likes is exactly the usual ones. He made this analogy, although the delicacies of the mountains and the sea are precious, but they can never get tired of eating three meals a day. And ordinary Daqu, such as Shuanggou La and Yanghela, is three meals a day. What about Jian Nanchun? It is braised pork for three meals a day, big meat. Sichuan's Langjiu? He laughed as he spoke. When it comes to wine, he talks a little more, so when he wants to speak, people ask the question: What is rice wine? He replied, then laughed, got up and walked away, ending the chat.

Questions and answers about wine always end like this. I can't remember how many times the same question and answer has been done, but strangely, people don't get bored at all. His views on wine are not incisive, but they are interesting, and they are the opinions of a person with common sense of life. However, his opinion of rice wine is a little mean and unfair. It seems that he really has a prejudice against rice wine. A person like him who is very fond of wine is definitely not a rice wine. The last question that people ask is actually pertinent. In their Jiangnan region, people's habits are generally in line with rice wine. Things like wine are actually water and soil, and there are inconsistencies and inconsistencies. The water and soil habits of rice wine seem to be more acute and prominent than that of baijiu, not because of the nature of the northern and southern goods of Sichuan Langjiu as he said, but because the concept of category is larger, with systematic meaning, not only in terms of color. It has to do with geography, history, living customs, and even religious beliefs. Northerners are particularly prone to getting drunk when they drink rice wine, and they get drunk to the point that they hurt their bodies, but in the south of the Yangtze River, rice wine is suitable for women and children, and it is nourishing. Women who give birth, old people who have rheumatism, children who suffer from cold, all drink it. Its wine is completely different, with a rolling momentum on the tongue, not the kind of needle and thread. According to his division, rice wine should also be included in the three meals a day, which is the kind of food in the three meals. But he didn't drink it. This makes him seem a little quirky and doesn't match his demeanor. It's a small flaw, but after all, it's harmless, and he's still the best. However, once, he met a boring person who actually used rice wine as a killer feature.

An outstanding person like him will inevitably attract jealousy. Fortunately, he has excellent wine and never does bullshit, which is quite popular. But people are different in the end, there are always one or two who are not convinced, and they will wait for the opportunity to attack and destroy his prestige. It is also a kind of rebellion against authority, the more you do it, the more you can't do it. On this day, it was the end of the year, and there was some money left in the small treasury of the department, and I wanted to spend it on everyone, but I didn't dare to find the gold, so I decided to get together for a get-together. After getting off work, everyone came to a newly opened restaurant. The door is full of lights, hanging with big red palace lights, reflecting the open space in front of the door in red. At the right time, it began to fall again, and although the snow was not large, it was very dry, and it accumulated a thin layer on the ground. This is rare in the south, and there is an artistic conception of an old-style New Year painting, which makes people feel the image of Jirui from the old to the new. A group of them, just enough for a table of wine, grinned and stepped up the steps of the red carpet in front of the store, entered the restaurant, and were led up to the private room on the second floor by the young lady. The newly renovated room, the wainscoting, the floor, the doors and windows, are brightly painted, and they are not yet called fumes. The tablecloth is also new. In the center of the round table was a huge hot pot with charcoal burning. In order to dispel the soot, two exhaust fans were installed in the room, which operated silently. Everyone said that the place was well chosen, praised the person who made the suggestion, and said that they should give him a few glasses. He modestly said, let him salute them! The banquet began in this harmonious atmosphere.

The section chief was very generous to ask everyone to order good wine and spicy hands, he said. So, everyone was very presumptuous to order Moutai, Wuliangye, and XO, Napoleon or something. After a while, he spoke, saying that it was still Jian Nanchun, and today we are going to drink it for a long time. Because of the infection, he talked a little more than usual. As soon as his opinion was made, it was immediately adopted. This detail was also a factor that caused the accident later. The matter was so decided, but suddenly, someone proposed to ask for another bottle of "Guyue Longshan" rice wine. It's nothing, the section chief just said, although you want what you like, what you want, what you want. So people didn't pay much attention to it, and no one remembered that he didn't drink rice wine. Then the wine came up. In the cluster of Jian Nanchun, the bottle of Gu Yue Longshan was revealed, and this person asked the young lady to buy a bag of plum blossoms for him. When Hua Mei came, she sent Miss to find rock candy. This is a way of drinking rice wine from Taiwan, which is new here. This person is a newly separated college student, a local, who has studied in Beijing for several years, returned to his hometown, is twenty-two or three years old, and has not yet married. Such children are often arrogant and impetuous, and do not pay attention to anything. They have never despised the feelings of others, but their own is more important than anything else. It's that unfair. You have to wait until you have touched the nail a few times and experienced the warmth and coldness of the world a few times before you can know the severity. In front of some older colleagues, it is no longer appropriate for him to ask for this and that like this. And his exaggeration seems to be a little deliberate, intent on asking people to pay attention to this bottle of rice wine.

In this way, this bottle of rice wine stands on the wine table, and it is a little eye-catching after all. Someone said: There are people who don't drink rice wine. The student didn't answer, and probably didn't hear it. The others didn't say anything, and it passed for the time being. People began to pour wine to each other, and the aroma of Jian Nanchun rose, with some sharpness, but without losing subtlety. It's not as it is usually said, but penetrating, a bit of a one-way approach, but not an invasion. Because of the warm pot, but also because of people's breathing, the indoor air gradually humidified, and the windows were covered with haze. As a result, the aroma of the wine becomes mild and moist, and it is shiny. Gu Yue Longshan also poured it into the student's cup, soaked in rock sugar and plum. Everyone was in a good mood, and he joked with the students that he was a Chinese cocktail. This rather well-intentioned joke also became one of the factors in the accident later. The student did not know what ambiguity he heard, and he felt ridiculed and hurt his dignity. A blind and arrogant man like him is often narrow-minded and lacks a sense of humor. But that's also in the past. Because it is a year-end dinner in the department, it is inevitable that there will be some old style. The section chief spoke, summed up the achievements and shortcomings of the upcoming year, looked forward to the next year, and then expressed his best wishes to everyone present, and then cheered to everyone. Then, another deputy spoke, and the words were a little more playful, joking, and everyone toasted again. The third speaker was a talker, who spoke a lot and instigated, and the result was that everyone drank and drank the third cup. And the one who rapped, because he worked everyone's ears, did a double cup. The atmosphere on the field gradually rose, and a few anxious people had already begun to fight for wine.

Jian Nanchun is indeed a good thing, it has a temperament, but it is not in a hurry, not rushing, not crazy at all, and not upside down. The pulse jumped evenly, and the pace increased. However, because it is light and fast, it does not increase the burden on the heart. Gotta got, gotten got, hit the dot. The scene looks a little chaotic, but in fact, there are rules, advance and retreat in an orderly manner, and it can't hurt the harmony at all. A cup of glass, but also a dot. The aroma of the wine is strong, and the aroma of the vegetables is also strong. The former is fluttering, the latter is sinking. The lady came in with food and reported that the snow was falling heavily, and the streets and houses were white. Therefore, the charcoal fire of this hot pot is even more joyful. He drank slowly, chatted with a few old people, picked up fish ball egg dumplings from the boiling warm pot, and yellow sprouts to eat. His face moistened, revealing a soothing expression. As always, people didn't notice him at this time. It's not that he doesn't pay attention, but it is clear that he shouldn't be playing. This is like the big axis in Peking Opera, and the last one is. Only the new student always wanted to pick him, and he threw the cup of Gu Yue Longshan with a cup of plum to him. He was not surprised, he took a cup every time, and said very generously: You drink yellow, I drink white. It means symbolic acceptance, so I don't toast, just take a small sip and drink at my own pace. His attitude of neither humility nor arrogance, I don't know whether he indulged the students or angered them, he toasted more and more frequently, which was simply a little harassing. He had to stop coping. He didn't show anything on his face, but others were annoyed, so someone snatched the student's rice wine glass, replaced it with white wine, and wanted to toast with him a few glasses, intending to prevent him from continuing to disturb the old-timers from drinking. The student's behavior not only disturbed him, but also disturbed the order of the entire drinking room. People rushed to the ground and began to besiege the students, with the intention of teaching a lesson. This situation was unexpected by the student, but it stimulated him again. He saw his own weakness.

It should be said that this kid is a little small, young and strong, not afraid of death, and can afford to fight. He changed the liquor and fought with a cup of car. There are older, benevolent colleagues, so I remind: be careful of drinking. You must know that it is dangerous to mix rice wine and liquor. These two wines are too incompatible, and they are particularly prone to conflict. But such a reminder will only provoke him, and he will not back down at all, and he will take one as ten. For a while, this kid had forgotten about his part, and his mood got better, and he screamed passionately. The others also forgot why they were in trouble with this kid, and were excited by his alcohol and momentum. In an instant, he became, or rather, a native of this place, full of village spirit, wild, tiger, screaming. Everyone is almost going to like him and accept him into the wine circle. He was a typical local man's small stature, and his muscles and bones were like springs, jumping tall and tall. It's still a steamer, sweat is on the top of his head, and with the steam of the warm pot, there is a white mist on his myopic glasses. He threw off his glasses all of a sudden, and this move was quite heroic, desperate. He took off another sweater and wore only a close-fitting cotton sweater. The cotton sweater was apparently worn backwards, with a logo exposed on the collar. This makes him more like a child, a child who can't come home in the alley.

It was then that he stood up. It's hard to say that it wasn't because of the kid's infection, and his solo drink seemed to end a little earlier than usual, and the people who came in a little earlier. Also, as soon as I came in, I stood up, which is also a bit unconventional. He usually sat first, and then, gradually, couldn't help himself, finally stood up. In fact, from the very beginning, things have deviated a little from the norm, and a little new factor is at work. He stood up, his face showing an early look of excitement, and he appeared slightly impatient.

The rules of the wine shop are a little messy, and there is a kind of unpreparedness and panic. It seems that there is no foreshadowing, and you are going to enter **. The people turned sharply to him, left the boy, and started anew. Emotions were interrupted. People were so busy accepting his toast that they couldn't come back to their senses. Fortunately, he has been on the battlefield for a long time and can control the situation. It was only a moment of confusion at the beginning, but it quickly stabilized its position. This early chapter gradually flowed out, and the emotions were gathered. Some of the disharmony was slowly adjusted, and the little anxiety and impatience that had just now almost disappeared. Or is it because Jian Nanchun is good, as he said, the wine of the long stream of water can withstand sudden changes and be quiet.

Now, he's the center, and people have left the kid behind. The sweat on the child's head gradually stopped, but he was still wearing only a reversed cotton sweater, and he was holding a wine glass that he didn't have time to drink. I didn't understand what was going on for a while, and suddenly I hung it out. waited for him to salute for a while, and finally saluted here, only to realize that he had stolen the limelight. But the incident happened suddenly, and after all, he was a child, and he didn't know how to deal with it after many scenes, and his immediate reaction was to accept the toast and obediently dry the wine in the cup. He smiled appreciatively and encouragingly. The smile stimulated him again, but instead of getting angry, he calmed down. He put down his glass, turned to put the sweater back on, and slowly dried the moisture from the lenses of his myopic glasses and put them on. At this time, he turned back into a student, and the four-year education he received in Beijing returned. He poured the plum and residual wine from the original rice wine glass on the plate, added a new plum, poured the Guyue Longshan that Miss had rewarmed, and tasted it slowly. At this time, the situation at the wine table has developed to a new chapter, and people are encircling him. This is also the omission of some details and the early entry. It's all a bit like a malfunctioning band that rushes half a beat in the opening phrase, only to get more and more rushed, and it can't be delayed.

The people concentrated their fire on him, and he took it in stride. He was radiant, and he didn't look like it anymore. The hair was damp and flattened, and the flush on the face made the face look wide and flat, as if it were mediocre. And his smile, too, seems a little cheap. It's just that the gesture is consistent, holding the bottle steadily, one line down, one line closed, not spilling. But in this skillfulness and precision, there is a hint of pride, so it becomes frivolous. In short, he was not subtle enough today, and the whole wine field was not subtle enough. So, it's a little bit of a downgrade.

The kid groaned for a moment, that's what he just said, four years of higher education in Beijing have returned, and he has become calm, composed, and deliberate. He paused, then raised his glass and joined the attacking army group. He glanced at the rice wine glass in the child's hand, and still said generously: You drink the yellow one, and I drink the white one. But the child smiled, put down the rice wine glass, picked up the empty white wine glass, and said, "I also drink white wine." Bring it to him and let him pour the wine. When he came down one line, he had just finished the next minute, but he put the wine glass back. So, a line was confiscated, and a few drops were spilled outside the cup. Although this is not a mistake, but for him, it is unprecedented. The smile on his face was a little unnatural. The child was unconscious, and toasted heroically, and exaggeratedly turned the bottom of the glass over to him. He toasted too, and it was over.

Then he was silent for a moment. It's not that he talks less, he talks less, but that he refers to his emotions. He was slightly less interested, but not yet. However, the tempo on the wine field changed subtly, and the intensity of the attack was a little relaxed. Almost no one notices, but they can't hide it from him. He put down his glass, asked for a reprieve, drew everyone's attention to the new abalone, sliced it and lined it up on the lettuce, and served it. So, everyone temporarily turned off the fire and began to deal with abalone. This interlude is very good, it staggers some sharp things, so that it eases and weakens, so that the situation can develop healthily. Of course, this refers to the natural state. That is to say, if all this happens in an innocent situation, it can be adjusted, and the situation itself contains the principle of balance. I'm afraid that someone is deliberate, which makes things off the natural track.

The abalone shrinks slightly on the head of the chopsticks, and the soup noodles are quickly picked out, which is very tender. And the soup with abalone shabu is like a refreshment, and it suddenly tastes delicious. People shouted for the young lady to add soup, lest they would dry the bottom of the pot. There is also a kind of warmth, with the meaning of washing away the past, and everything shows signs of starting anew. In the end, ginger is old and spicy, and knows how to turn disadvantage into advantage. Now, too, he perked himself up and was a little bit jumpy, intent on starting another round of attacks and counter-attacks. As for the people, after this round of eating and drinking soup, the tongue and mouth have regained their sensitivity, and the fragrance of Jian Nanchun has called them again, as if they had just started. There was a fresh interest. Someone got up to make a toast to him, but the student preempted him and said, "I want to toast you three times." and pour wine for him. He hesitated for a moment, and let him pour it. This kid is really okay, his eyes work, his hands work, and he is already a line down, and then a line is closed, and the wine is not spilled. The others coaxed, saying that he had brought out an apprentice. He laughed and said he didn't dare to be. This was nothing, but at this time it was a little sour. The situation in the previous game is still working. The boy was silent, and poured three glasses in a row, and made three glasses himself. He was about to put the cup, but the child had to make three more glasses, which was a bit entangled, but he still took the cup. This is simply "Xiucai meets soldiers, and it is unreasonable", this kid has some bad rules, but these are all seniors in the wine field, adults don't remember villains, and they still deal with it. He took up the wine glass, but the boy poured rice wine, and said, "I will accompany you three cups of white, and you will accompany me three more cups of yellow." He was startled, the glass ducked, and the wine spilled on his hands. His face changed abruptly, and as soon as he let go, the glass fell. He said, "What are you doing, you have dirty my hands?" He shook his hand in disgust, wiped it on a napkin, and sat down.

This is the end of this wine. People wanted to go home, and the section chief called the lady to pay the bill. Even if he loses like this, he still controls the overall situation, that is, people invariably don't want to drink anymore. When people walked out of the restaurant, the snow had already covered the streets and houses, and the lanterns at the entrance were also covered with snow, and they were melting under the snow. But it didn't work. People silently stepped through the snow and went home.

Well, that's what happens in the wine shop, and it sometimes hurts human dignity. After this incident, people stopped talking to him about the wine scripture, because people found that the rice wine was too serious for him, which was somewhat boring. It's not just a matter of drinking or not drinking, but, how to say, with a taboo nature. It should be said that the wine circle he intervened in was a wine circle of character, they respected each other very much, allowed each to keep their own taboos, and never deviated from the norm. That kid is a rogue in the wine field, an exiled proletarian, and he has the scoundrel mentality that "what the proletariat has lost is only chains", and what awaits him is either to be blocked, or to mingle in some unpopular wine houses, and he is willing to degenerate. However, is there any need to be as serious as he is?

When people drank with him again, they were a little cautious, as if they wanted to avoid something, and they avoided some obstacles and made a detour. Things are getting less natural. He had enough experience and a sensitive nature to be aware of the nervousness that arose from him, and to take care of him. He's also become less natural. Although there was nothing wrong, they were a little stunned after all, and they both felt pressure. And so he withdrew with a sense of humor. At first, people were invited again and again, but he refused to accept it. Over time, people stopped being reluctant. At this point, he can be said to have completely retired from the wine circle, and people no longer see his calm, chic, and free figure. Without his last glass and powerful ending, the wine field became protracted, lengthy, and less perfect. Discipline is also somewhat lax. Then, before you know it, the wine table gradually changes, and a younger generation of alcoholics appears, just like the child's style. They are more open and free, and there are no rules. Moreover, now there is a great deal of foreign wine, which is a democratic European style, mainly based on individuals, and cannot be grouped. Invisibly, the wine circle also collapsed, and the lively and fierce drinking scene followed suit.

He is also old, completely retired and no longer goes to work. He has to drink two taels for every meal, and if he has a guest, he will keep someone to drink two taels, but they are all in a state of shallow tasting, and the style of a general who fights for wine is also silent. He became a hermit in the drinking field, and he seemed to be idle. And his gesture of pouring wine from one line to another, but it spread from one line to another, and it was spread by the child. This precise method of pouring wine without spilling it has become a measure of the depth of the wine entering the wine line. But his gentle flick is something that he can't learn if he wants to, it's not a gesture, it's an ability. When you drink to a hearty place, no one can control it, and if you get into inertia again, you can't help yourself. What is wine? Wine is to disarm people and go into battle lightly. There are no constraints, only you are left, and it is up to you to put and collect. It is easy to say that it is easy to put it, but it is difficult to say that it is difficult to receive. As long as you let it go by yourself, you will receive it, but it will be reversed and reversed. Don't underestimate this harvest, the kung fu of drinking is actually on this harvest, which has some meaning of perfection. There hasn't been a more beautiful finish since him. However, people gradually forgot about him, because he thanked him, and because he changed his atmosphere because of drinking, he scattered more and gathered less.

Two more years later, he was seventy years old. On his birthday, he held a banquet at home, invited a few old drinking friends, and prepared two bottles of Moutai very modestly. Now, he often drinks Moutai. Spring and white snow like Moutai can only be truly appreciated after a long period of smelting and edification. Otherwise, it will be a tyrannical thing. He felt that it was time to drink Moutai. What he prepared today is Moutai, not much, only two bottles, more, and it is also a tyrannical thing. The dishes are also extremely exquisite. It can be said to be a fine banquet. Just like his evaluation of Moutai, he ate very cleanly. In the end, it is aged, and this clean is just right for appetite. Leave some deficiencies for the day to come. It is seven minutes of size. At half past nine in the evening, the banquet was dispersed, and it was also the size of seven minutes. The people got up in farewell, and he was still sent to the mouth of the alley.

His family lived in an old alley, a small single courtyard, only two tiled roof and brick wall bungalows, the kitchen was a separate cloak house, and some common flowers and plants were planted in the courtyard. There are not many such old houses and alleys in this city, and the remaining ones are already full of holes and dilapidation, just waiting to be demolished. However, on this warm evening in early spring, they look good. The cracks on the walls, the broken bricks and tiles, have the effect of ink painting in the moonlight. The floor tiles of the alley, originally, were full of potholes, but at this time they showed a pattern of ice cracks. There are some vines and plants crawling on the walls of a few houses, and when they pull out a little bud, they look fluffy and covered with branches. The air was warm and fresh, and when he sniffed it, he could smell the aroma of wine. He walked back slowly with his hands behind his back, and the little wine he had just drunk just made him feel relaxed, open, and slightly excited. He walked back to his own courtyard, which was actually pulled out of a corner from the edge of another yard and circled. So the door is a little biased, and the yard is a little crooked. But it doesn't matter, in this Jiangnan city, the sense of orientation is quite vague, and there is no concept of due south and north. Some do as you like. He walked to the door of his yard, heard the movement in the courtyard next door, paused, and smiled on his face, thinking that this was how to live. Then he pushed the door of his yard, and the old door creaked. It was harsh, but in the infiltration of the night dew, it became pleasant. This night has a sweet temperament that evokes people's yearning for life. He went back to the courtyard and looked at the usual flowers, one of which was a spring flower, and a small bud had already grown on its sparse branches. He kicked some clods of earth under the roots of the flowers with his foot, and looked at the water tank in the courtyard, where there were two fish, and they stopped motionless, and after a while, he only heard a "flutter" and turned his head. He was looking at the fish when he heard two rings at the courtyard door. He thought he had misheard the noise next door and didn't move. Unexpectedly, there were two more sounds. Who could be coming at such a late hour?" he thought, moving his steps to open the door. There was a man standing at the door, unable to see clearly because of the moonlight on his back, only an outline, small, still carrying something in his hand. He was guessing that the face of the visitor moved, and received some light, and something flashed on his face, and it was glasses. He recognized the boy. They both paused for a moment, then began to talk together. They raised their voices, raised their speed of speech, and exchanged pleasantries noisily, for fear of being cold, so they talked a lot. Instead of welcoming the guests into the house, he dragged them into the house, only to find that what he was carrying in his hand was a bunch of four bottles of Jian Nanchun.

He was speechless for a while, but his nose was sour, and some of the past came back to his eyes, not knowing whether he was happy or sad. The boy stopped talking. Both of them fell silent, and suddenly there was a sense of relief. Now that the unbearable thing has been revealed, let it go, and there is no need to hide anything. The boy said, "Yes?" Have you ever drunk it?" he asked again. Didn't drink, the child replied honestly. He didn't say anything more, turned his head and shouted: Old woman, serve!

Now, the old and the young sat down face to face. The leftover dishes, cold, put together the pot, hot, and then go back to the pot. The wine is new, and it is Jian Nanchun, which has just been mentioned. And the child grew up and became a husband and a father. The man was a little fatter, and there were traces of exertion on his face. They drank quietly, and did not say anything disrespectful, but only raised their glasses relatively slightly, and then dried. The work of pouring the wine was given to the child, who had practiced it perfectly. And he, on the other hand, was a little shaky. He grabbed a chopstick, stopped in the middle of it, let the child see his hands tremble, and said, "Drink and drink." For a long time, I only said this sentence. Then drink quietly. Only two people drank, not the excitement of rushing up, but little by little accumulation, the meaning of flowing into the sea. Both of them were a little drunk, after all, the little one was shallow, and they began to talk a lot, and they also talked about the wine scriptures. It's a bit of a May Fourth style, connecting wine with life. It's still a bit exaggerated, but it's also limited, in the end, I have been taught by life, and I know the truth of the things in the book. He just smiled, and these pompous things made him see his youth, and his heart was happy. At his age, he picked up everything he picked up, and put down what he put down. It should be said that he was still a little surprised. He was amazed at how many children had seen so much wine at such a young age. How many days did they have? Of course, knowing is not enough, and so much insight has made his understanding a little chaotic, miscellaneous, inconsistent, and inconsistent. The metaphor of "life" is inevitably too abstract, so the concept is changed underneath. But he was still very pleased to see that although this kid's discussion of wine was a little tender, he was not off-topic or open-minded. To talk about wine is to talk about wine. He thought of the night that he had been charged with many years ago, and it was also a wine-for-wine, not a pretext. Just like the northern city he went to many years ago, it was really "the drunkard's intention is not to drink", which is all distracting thoughts. Therefore, this child's path is still right. He concluded approvingly.

When the old woman packed up the leftovers and put them together into a warm pot, the scene of that night appeared in front of her again. The heat of the hot pot covered people's faces, and they were separated from each other by a membrane, which was a little blurry. He had a desire to talk. He said: "What's small—he never knew what his last name was, what his name was, and he didn't need to know it since he went back to the drinking house, so he could only call him that: Xiaohe. What is small, do you know why I don't drink rice wine?" he said. Even after drinking this situation, this problem is still a little sober. I didn't want him to export this untouchable thing so easily. Because it was cooking wine, Xiao He replied very obediently. He shook his chopsticks: that's a joke. Then I don't know, what is small, honestly. He just laughed. The clever little one saw that he had a desire to talk, and besides, this question was a little difficult to let go of, so he dared to ask: Why is that? I couldn't stop it, so I didn't ask him, and I snatched his wine glass very trickily, and didn't say anything about it. He could have avoided drinking it, but he had to defend his glass. An old man and a young man fought for the full cup, pulled it over, pulled it over, and did not spill a drop of wine in the cup. Both of them have forgotten their age a little and have a hippie smile. In the end, he had to give in: good, good, good, I said. Something small loosened the wine glass. He held the glass, and did not drink it, but said, "I will not tell you." Some of them are laid-back. It's a bit of a "small" and "old". Old, like a child. Xiao He was naturally reluctant to do so, and screamed. He hastened to say: Tell you, tell you. Why? That's cooking wine. He said slyly. The two of them were so entangled that at least an hour passed. The question is not answered yet, it is still going around in circles in the old place. His old woman had already taken care of herself and slept, and the lights in the neighbor's yard had been turned off. It was quiet, but a scent of flowers came in. It is not incense, it is just a smell, refreshing, fresh, a little watery, and a little rustic. Actually, it's not a flower, it's just the breath of the night, the breath of all things that are pressed by the hot flashes of people during the day. The tiles, bricks, the soil in the corners, the trees planted in the soil, the trunks, roots, branches, and leaves of the trees, the stems, petals, and stamens of the flowers, the teeth and whiskers of the grass, and the water in the tank, the moss on the walls of the tank, and some microorganisms accumulated in the water, which were all dry during the day, and now the dew is infiltrated, and the breath spreads.

The two of them were silent for a moment, and the wine circulated in their bodies. He also said: In fact, rice wine is earthy, not brewed, but rammed. After he said this, Xiao He also felt the same way, thinking that the color of the rice wine was a little muddy. He corrected: It is not muddy, but thick, and the earthy taste is thick. He went on to say that the soil of the south is no better than the soil of the north, for half of the soil in the north is sand, and here the soil is pure soil, and the water is clean. Soil is the essence of things. Therefore, the taste of rice wine is not out of line, in fact, it is the essence of taste, and liquor is the essence of taste after evolution and refinement. He came to a conclusion. In the dead of night, wine urges people's thinking. Xiao He sensed that something important and serious was approaching, and he didn't feel a little silent, waiting for him to say more. But he didn't say anything. His face looked solemn and, strangely, a kind of sadness. Little nothing dared to touch him. In this moment of silent waiting, an air of acquaintance suddenly rose between them. What you know and what you know is not clear, but you know and know each other.

Sure enough, he spoke again. This time he was talking about one of his drinking friends, who later drank to death. Xiao He sighed softly. But he said, "It is better to drink to death, and people will always die." This is also yes, what is small to approve. He might not live as well as die, he said. Although his words are still short sentences, they tend to be coherent and fluent. Xiao He didn't dare to interrupt him and waited patiently. You know, after he drank it, he even drank cooking wine! He smiled at Xiao He said, his eyes flashed, I don't know if it was tears or wine. Their family's wine has locked up his wife, and as soon as the addiction comes up, it is really worse than death. So, what is small, you remember, you can drink to death, you can't drink addiction. Xiao He nodded, and continued to wait, waiting for him to continue. Sometimes, when we go to someone's house to play together, when we approach the door, he suddenly sped up his pace, went straight into the stove of other people, drank other people's cooking wine, and he always looked foreign. This time, he really burst into tears. It seems that the "cooking wine" thing is directed at his sore spot. You don't know, he drank and his daughter slapped him, and he couldn't put down the glass. Xiao He felt a kind of pain, I don't know where it was, and it went straight to the heart. Later, he died. He said.

Xiao He opened another bottle of Jian Nanchun. As a result of the composure, you can still smell the aroma of wine rising from the mouth of the bottle, and then, accumulating, filling the whole hut. This kind of old house, don't look at it everywhere, but it can especially contain the smell. Because of the texture of civil engineering, it has the ability to blend. He smiled at Xiao Something again, and admitted with some embarrassment: I have also drunk cooking wine, but it is not someone else's, it is my old woman's. He shook his head: he drank the cooking wine, and he made it. Then, I wanted to quit. Do you want to quit drinking? It's addiction. How to quit? How to quit? Just drink! Drink to the end, drink to the end, drink until you die, die when you die, and if you can't die, you can't die. He said that the wine he chose to drink to the dead was rice wine. The reason is very simple, cooking wine is the foot of rice wine, and if you are on the road, he will get on this boat. On this day, he carried the old woman and the child, and he was in the house, and he made a few dishes, and then he started drinking. He was back to that day, and there was a wistful look on his face.

To be honest, rice wine is really good and gentle. He used a new term: gentleness. It is layered at the bottom, padded with very fine knots, needles and threads. He described the vocabulary of wine as small enough to learn for a lifetime. Fortunately, the side dishes, he continued, using its feet as cooking wine, it is really a civilization of thousands of years. He suddenly said something pompous, a little unlike him, but it was his humor. At first, I almost forgot what I was going to do. He laughed, a little childish. As he drank, he remembered, because, because he was old and didn't mean to get drunk. So much wine went down, but there was no intention of getting drunk. As I said before, people in the Jiangnan area are especially popular with rice wine, which is very compatible with the wine of water and soil, and they really can't get drunk. The strength of rice wine is stamina, and the people in the Jiangnan area are full of stamina, and they are all latecomers. This is called the meeting of the two powers! He was not drunk at all, but felt more and more comfortable. Rice wine is glutinous wine, people say wine, wine, but rice wine is soup, and it knows cold and hot for the stomach. He recalled. But at this time, he was a little anxious, he was still young at that time, and he was not as calm as he is now. He was in a hurry, so he drank and gulped. The dishes were also finished, so I had to drink them empty. Finally, gradually, wine was less like wine, but like, like "yellow soup", he used a common word. It's "yellow soup". It was useless to drink it, and he thought how he could not drink it to death, or be half dead, like the drunks who often found at the door of the taverns in the streets, with a foul smell, and strangely enough, when the wine was transformed into the stomach and returned, it stinked badly. There is also the filth that comes out of vomit, which also stinks. He thought he would have to drink at least to this extent, and if he hated it, he would be able to stop his addiction. He was a drunkard with a habit of cleanliness and could not tolerate inferiority.

But he didn't feel it. But he saw a glimmer of hope, and not feeling better than feeling it, which at least marked a degree, not feeling it anymore. And this does not stop him, but rather that he must drink more in order to seek sensations. It takes several times more than the original wine to squeeze a little wine. The amount of wine required is constantly increasing, and the wine is inversely proportional, and it is constantly weakening until it is completely drained. He indulged in a difficult search, searching for the feeling of the wine. The search became more and more blind and dazed, and he became more and more immersed in it. There was no more enjoyment in the matter, and he entered inertia. He was still aware of the fact that he had entered inertia. It's not easy, he knows the power of inertia. In fact, how many drunkards can't stop because of enjoyment? It's all inertia and can't stop. He couldn't help himself. He's drunk this far. He was pushed away by the wine. He couldn't wait to open the bottle, pour it into the glass, and pour it into his mouth. Actually, he said, I'm already a little bit of alcoholism, you see. He stretched out his hand again and let the little ones see his hands tremble. I can't be my own lord anymore, he said. I don't know if it's shaking hands, or drinking. At that time, he was young, and his muscles and bones were good, and it was really hard to drink! He was drunk, but he couldn't fall down. He is still very calm, and he can pour the wine into a line, and go in a line. He drank and drank, and he drank again, and his sense of taste returned. However, what he drank was the taste of cooking wine. The wine is still the same as the original, but the taste has become cooking wine. He innocently checked the bottles, all of which were of the same brand, bought from a store. He drank and drank it unwillingly, and was annoyed to find that it was indeed the taste of cooking wine. He drank it again angrily, and gradually realized that the smell of the cooking wine did not come from the wine, but from his mouth. The wine had passed through his stomach and turned into the smell of swill. He was a little disgusted, but he could resist it. The smell grew stronger until he vomited. This is the filth of the filth of the world.

He took the bottle from his hand, poured a glass, and dried. Pour another glass and it's dry. I poured a third cup and dried. Then he gently flicked the wine glass, wiped his sleeves with both hands, and it was over.

Shanghai, December 18, 1998