It can be said that it is a street that inherits the night and dawn of the city of Beijing, when most of the citizens are asleep, she is still brightly lit, and when the eastern sky shows the white morning glow, he is still noisy and noisy.

This is undoubtedly a paradise for foodies, the stewed in old Beijing, the belly of the lamb and scorpion, the copper stove hot pot all kinds of local delicacies, but the main beam is undoubtedly Sichuan cuisine, which is second to none is the spicy crayfish, of course, the spicy crab, the pike fish, the white jade snail is also the taste of authentic, so that diners linger.

The night is slightly cool, people are tired, I don't know where the past and the present are, lonely and cold, Yang Fan walks alone on this street that is still full of traffic, the little brother who parks in front of the hotel on both sides of the road, the aunt who solicits customers, is busy, if it is not for the bright moon in the sky, the sky is full of stars, not the side of the street, the rows of red lanterns on the door of the hotel emit festive light, there is no difference between here and during the day, if there is any difference, that is, the business is more hot.

Nightclub off-duty staff, DJs, dancing Dancers, resident singers, night shift security guards, all kinds of social elites who come out to party, white-collar beauties, acting stars under the spotlight, local tyrants and gentry who spend a lot of money, real estate tycoons, all come here to eat, there is the charm of the night, the appeal of taste, and the ambiguity of love.

Porsche, Ferrari, Lamborghini, Audi, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, or the Great Wall, Chang'an, BYD, stop on both sides of the snack street and always see men and women who have been slightly drunk or tincture, old, young, tall, short, fat, thin, suave, jade tree in the wind, bloated, bald head, excellent demeanor, thousands of manners like a marquee one after another from the car, and even some were supported by a few people.

Yang Fan watched as he walked, wondering in his heart whether there was an inevitable connection between prosperity and vanity, and whether Zhumen's wine and meat was another way of saying that it was a market, whether it was to despise it from the bottom of his heart or to go with the market. Looking at these people walking in laughter, he smiled bitterly, existence is reasonable, it is understandable to find happiness in getting wealth, and changing life with labor.

Walking to a chicken pot on the west side of Gui Street, Yang Fan pushed the door in, this restaurant was opened by a recent comedian who has been in the limelight recently, and several movies released have a good reputation at the box office, with posters hanging at the door, and diners talking about things related to the movie in twos and threes.

The boss is a hands-off shopkeeper, and the eldest sister who takes care of the store doesn't know which of his relatives it is, in short, the price is cheap, and Tong Su is not bullied, so the business is also unusually hot, Yang Fan often works part-time on weekends after work and Wang Xiaotian and a few other compatible friends come to eat and drink.

Saying hello to the shopkeeper's eldest sister, the waiter brother found a window position, and asked directly without taking the menu, "Brother Yang, is it the same?" ”

"Okay, handsome guy, let's do this for the time being, and wait for my friend to come and add something, by the way, let's first have a bottle of Arctic Ocean, two bottles of Yanjing Chunsheng, and then a plate of mustard mixed with fungus. ”

Yang Fan said as he carried his coat onto the stool.

One of the great features of this chicken pot is that all the chair covers are made of leopard print, which follows the trend and caters to the current people's views on fashion trends. Chinese, accustomed to poverty, full of warmth and thinking about the future, always want to dabble in something new, not to mention that this is the gathering place of the most fashionable people in the imperial capital.

The waiter brother quickly sent it, soda, beer, and mustard fungus, because there were more diners who asked Yang Fan to wait for a while to cook the chicken, Yang Fan didn't care anyway, Wang Xiaotian would have to arrive for a while, so he first brought some mustard fungus to clear his lungs and dredge his muddy brain.

Arctic Ocean soda, the memory of all Beijingers, an old brand of almost 70 years, Yang Fan didn't have much feelings in the soda itself, but he came to Beijing to drink this drink all these years, the most important thing is that the soda is enough to steam and taste refreshing, these Arctic Ocean are available, and 2 yuan is cheap and not expensive. If you drink the Arctic Ocean at a table of friends, it will shorten the distance with the indigenous Pekingese, which is indeed a very magical thing, and the geographical distance will become intimate because of a bottle of soda.

Soda, beer, mustard fungus, what a combination of flavorful ingredients, but under the impact of carbonated, fermented malt, and spicy mustard, Yang Fan instantly cleared his spirit, tears and wine fell, and the whole person was much sober.

"Oh, yes, yes! Our family Fan'er, what's the matter, being destroyed like this by that socialist young woman? This guy is in tears, and the water of the Yellow River is surging. ”

Just as Yang Fan was about to pick up a tissue to wipe his tears, Wang Xiaotian's huge body walked into the store, followed by a petite and cute-looking girl.

"I haven't approached the store yet, I saw you wiping your tears outside the window, what's the situation, my brother is unhappy, my brother is drunk with you, and the card hasn't hit, so I hurried to introduce you to this is a good friend Zhang Meng, who is half of your sister, the future great playwright of the drama department of the Academy of Drama. Wang Xiaotian smiled and directly picked up the Arctic Ocean beside Yang Fan and poured a big mouthful.

"Your uncle, the dead fat man is not afraid of infecting the foot-and-mouth disease. ”

Yang Fan scolded with a smile, shook hands with Zhang Meng, the two sat down, the waiter brother brought the chicken pot, and Wang Xiaotian asked for 6 bottles of Qingdao Chunsheng.

Wang Xiaotian didn't ask Yang Fan why he was dropped out of school, and Yang Fan didn't ask Zhang Meng what his relationship was, in addition to frequently raising a glass to persuade Zhang Meng to eat more meat, Wang Xiaotian was even more thorough, picking up vegetables and handing tissues for a while, and the whole slave served the master.

Zhang Meng thanked Yang Fan for a while, and thanked Wang Xiaotian for a while, making her a little at a loss, looking at her cute and cute image, Yang Fan thought to herself, "It would be good if the fat man could have such a girlfriend." ”

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, the fat man and Yang Fan ate relatively quietly at this meal, or it was more normal, there was no ridicule of each other, no color jokes, the atmosphere was not depressing, Yang Fan also felt a feeling of happiness, maybe it was a kind of reliance and trust given by friends when he was lonely.

The empty bottles on the table were removed one after another, Yang Fan couldn't remember how many bottles, the chicken pot added soup a few times, and Zhang Meng, who didn't speak much, was also a big stomach, so he eliminated half of the pot himself.

"Ahh ”。

Zhang Meng's voice sounded suddenly, and Yang Wang, who was changing glasses, looked at Zhang Meng at the same time, only to see a middle-aged man with a meaty face and a strong smell of alcohol touching her face with his hands.

Yang Fan didn't want to directly pick up the beer he had just picked up and smashed it directly on the man's head.