Couldn't there be anything different about this bar? After a few walks around the bar, a dozen or so business cards were handed out, and on the high chair near the bar sat a foreign woman in her forties and fifties, dressed very sexy, with a low-cut suspender, a cigarette in her hand, and a wine glass. Seeing me passing by, the woman smiled and said a few words of English to me as she raised her glass.

I thought she might have wanted to drink with me, and this was the first woman to take the initiative to talk to me after all this time in the bar street, but I was a little reluctant because she was really old. I was so frustrated that I shook my head and didn't give her a business card, because I didn't think foreigners needed it very much, most of them believed in God and were certainly not interested in Buddhism.

As soon as he walked out of the bar, a young woman ran out of it, followed by a middle-aged man, drenched in alcohol, muttering "how much more do you want to add", which sounded like a Cantonese accent. The woman turned around and scolded, "Get out, I don't have time to delay with you!" The man was about to catch up, but he slipped and fell under his feet, and pounced on me, almost crushing me to the ground.

I subconsciously reached out to hold his arm, this person didn't have a dog to chew, he was still saying: "What's the big deal, how can that foreigner touch it, I can't?" I was going to let go of my hand, but this person was going to fall down again, so I had to hold on again. Seeing that he couldn't even open his eyes, he said that you are about to stand firm.

The man nodded, and seemed to be still sane, he pointed to the north side of the dirty street: "Yes, over there, you can take me over there." "I was very surprised that the woman just now was obviously running south, so why did she say that she was in the north, and told him that the woman was not going there, but in the opposite direction.

"I said I, my car is over there......" the man said vaguely. Only then did I realize that although I didn't really want to help, because I was afraid that I would get into some trouble, such as falling down or getting sick from drinking, and then I would be falsely accused. At this time, the man suddenly opened his eyes and said unhappily, "Hurry up!"

His eyes were bigger than mine, much clearer than I had imagined, so I had to help him squeeze left and right through the crowd, and when I got to the side of the street, I realized that there was a place to park a car in this neighborhood? The man was very angry: "What do you say, haven't you seen a car?" I said I must have seen it, two wheels are motorcycles, and four wheels are cars.

The man said, "yes, it's a blue BMW, I usually park it downstairs at home." "As soon as I heard that something was wrong, I asked him where his home was, and he replied that it was in Zhanjiang.

"But this is not Zhanjiang, this is Beijing, are you driving from Guangdong?" I think it's unlikely, it's so far away, it's better to fly. The man seemed to understand something, looked left and right, and said to himself how I came to Beijing. Now I was worried, I had nothing to do to help him out, but fortunately the weather was not cold, so I helped him to sit under the tree by the roadside, intending to let go and let him sober up slowly. It's a big deal to sleep here all night and you'll be fine tomorrow.

The man leaned against the tree, panting, half-asleep. I walked a few dozen meters and couldn't help but look back and saw that two very thin men were approaching and bending down to look at the man, and one of them was reaching out to touch his clothes. It's dark and you can't see clearly, so you can only look at it through the neon lights of the bar next to you. I hurriedly turned back, and this time I saw clearly, the thin man was rummaging through the man's pocket.

I said, "Hey, what are you doing?" and the two thin men quickly turned around and looked at me alertly. One of them asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I ask you what about Gaha?" I deliberately accented my Northeast accent, which also showed a tougher attitude.

A thin man said, "You call me Gaha, who are you?" I said this is my friend, I'll buy him water to relieve hangover, what are you two doing? The two thin men looked at each other, slowly stood up and left, looking back as they walked. It seems that it is probably not a good idea to throw this man down in such a messy place, so I had to ask who this man came to Beijing with and whether he had the other party's phone number.

The man belched: "I'm here myself...... No friends. I asked him for his mobile phone, and found the number marked "wife" from the contact list and dialed it, and a woman's voice asked, "Hey?" I hurriedly explained the meaning, but I didn't expect the woman to say angrily: "Do you want me to go to Beijing to pick him up? Don't lie to me, don't think I don't know your ghost tricks, tell that Miao cheap woman, I won't go anywhere, just guard here, let her die of this heart!" Before I could ask, the other side hung up directly, and then turned off the phone.

What do you mean by that? I haven't figured it out, what kind of Miao cheap woman, messy. I searched through the contacts to find names like "Dad", "Mommy", or siblings, but I couldn't find any of them. It's really strange, could it be that this person's parents are dead, and he has no relatives and no reason? There are only a few names like Brother Ming, Sister Hong, and Brother Da Kai, and they don't look like relatives at all, and it's useless.

I took out my mobile phone and dialed the 110 number, hoping that the police would come and help take it back to the police station, but I didn't expect to wait for half an hour and no one came. Seeing two young men in waiter uniforms standing at the door of the bar opposite, he ran over and asked how far the police station was from here, and told him about the situation.

"Then you have to wait!" a young man said with a smile, "There are drunkards in Sanlitun every night, do you think the police can handle it? Even if the police station has ten floors, it can't fit it!"

Within twenty minutes, Mr. Feng drove over from afar to help me stuff this man into the car, I asked how to deal with it, whether to help him find a hotel or what, Mr. Feng said: "It's not necessary to be close to him, just put him in the Buddha shop, you and Luo Li just lock the bedroom door, the next day this guy can sober up, and let him go by himself when the time comes." "I thought to myself, this is the only way, I got the job, and there is no reason for Mr. Feng to worry about it, so I agreed.

When we got back to the Buddha shop, we helped the man into the Buddha shop, and I spread the mattress on the bed on the ground and let the man lie down, probably feeling more comfortable than the ground, and the guy fell asleep in a few minutes. Luo Li said to me, "You really can, it's good that you didn't bring a woman back." I smiled and said that if it was a woman, I would go straight to the hotel, and I would be able to go back here?"