On August 20th, I was very pleased to have a friend from my hometown.

At around 13 o'clock, I received a call from another friend in Beijing, asking to appear at the "Qianxin Hotel" at Qianmen within an hour.

An hour later, I was lost in the alley that crisscrossed the front door, and the sun was scorching.

In order to make a phone call, I walked about 200 meters more, and the location I was asked to make on the phone made me walk back another 300 meters.

Said to meet in front of the Tongrentang on the time-honored street.

Zhang Yiyuan Tea House next to Tongrentang was engaged in activities, I pretended to pass by, first stopped to watch, and then was about to go up to rub tea and drink, the girl who poured tea raised her head and actually knew. Immediately the conversation was hot.

As I was chatting into the alley, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and found a familiar figure sitting on the windowsill outside the door of Tongrentang, looking around. I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered what I was here for. hurriedly said goodbye to the girl, and the girl said regretfully: "Oh, tell me, I haven't poured you tea after standing here for a long time." She reminded me, and I fainted with thirst.

Although I didn't feel thirsty, my friend took me around the streets, but in the end I still dizzy, so faint that I didn't even count the hundreds of meters I walked.

When the destination arrived, it was clearly written as "Qianxin Hotel".

When I went upstairs and entered the house, I finally saw an old friend I hadn't seen for many years, and the other was a friend of an old friend.

The two of them were shirtless and blowing air conditioners, and their chest hair was full of hair, and at that moment, I thought I had seen real Beijingers.

Drinking cold water in the cool breeze, just in a comfortable situation, Beijing friends shouted that they hadn't eaten lunch and wanted to eat. The two of them were even more excited after lunch than I had not eaten breakfast, and one minute later they were all dressed and standing on the ground.

After walking around the alley for a long time, a Beijing friend who claimed to have worked in this area took us to a miniature hot pot restaurant.

There were many people on the first floor, and everyone said they wanted to go up to the second floor. When I went up the stairs on the second floor, it was so steep that my legs began to shake. During this time, I couldn't support the wall, so my palm prints were left on the wall, and my hands were blackened 70 percent.

Sit down, and my friend finished ordering things to prove that this was not his first time.

When I asked for wine, it was when everyone loaded B, one said that I wanted five bottles, the other said that I wanted ten bottles, and the other probably just met the two of us, so I was embarrassed to say more. In the end, I said weakly: "Five bottles and ten bottles are not good, but you still need twelve bottles!" ”

The two of them glared at me, and finally asked for four bottles of beer for a good score.

The boss walked up the stairs with a hot pot, and I was amazed by his skills. Next, it can be said that it is a happy gathering, everyone chats and reminisces, so happy. Suddenly, a friend in Beijing said: "Boss, the pot is going to dry, add some soup." ”

The boss asked downstairs to answer, and after a while, he picked up a 1.25-liter Pepsi bottle and poured it into the hot pot.

Looking at my surprised gaze, the boss said, "It's okay, clean water, I just picked it up." ”

My eyes suddenly fell on the back of my friend opposite, with two taps behind him. I wanted to tell the boss not to be so nonsense, and to bring a pipe up and we can pick it up ourselves, but I still couldn't help but say nothing.

Everyone's appetite was obviously taken a little bit, and the eating movements were subconsciously slowed down, and the direct consequence was that they asked for four more bottles of beer.

Quickly ended the meal and left quickly.

Wandering on the street, a friend in Beijing asked a question: "This front door is dismantled like this, and I almost didn't find the new hotel before, how did you find it?" ”

The friend smiled and didn't answer, just touched his nose. I'm wondering: could it be the sense of smell?

I walked on the street for 20 minutes, went to the toilet for 5 minutes, bought cigarettes for 5 minutes, and sat on the roadside stone bench for half an hour before finally deciding to go to a friend in Beijing.

Stopped the taxi, and although they didn't drink much, all four of them had some alcohol. It's a pity that the taxi driver saw the fat bodies of my old friend and his friend, and finally wanted to stop talking. Carried us on the road.

In the car, the driver carefully inquired about where to go, and actively asked for our opinions, carefully helping us choose a route in order to reach the destination as soon as possible, I think he should be sincere.

I don't know how long I sat there, but in short, the meter jumped so much that people's blood boiled.

When we arrived at our destination, we had just gotten out of the car, and the ground had not yet settled, and the car had already gone to the dust.

Seeing my friend sitting in the front row stunned and silent, I asked, "What's wrong?" Confiscation of money? ”

The friend turned around and said depressedly: "No, he didn't ask me for money!" ”

The place where this friend lived was so small that we endured it for a while, and finally decided that we should sit in a spacious place, so a row of four men sat on the stone steps outside the door.

After a little more nonsense, the man brought in two of his friends who lived here. We were a group of six and came to a nearby restaurant.

This restaurant is much more formal than the previous one, at least the person who runs the hall and the owner are still clearly separated.

My friend apparently accepted my instruction to him in the afternoon, and asked for six bottles of wine.

In the middle of it, he showed me how cows blow. He said to his two friends, "The four of us drank seven bottles of ...... in the first four of us."

Of course, it is inconvenient for us to point out, the key is that when the meal reached its climax, I don't know if he was drunk or misremembered, and the figures of five bottles for one person and eight bottles for one person appeared. But my friend and his friend were not surprised in the slightest, and finally understood that they had long been used to it.

I don't know how many times I asked for wine for this meal. It was only when I finally saw my Beijing friend lying on the table, and at this time I found that there were seven people on the table, and there was a girl sitting on my left.

I wasn't too surprised by the extra person, this girl was the girlfriend of a friend in Beijing, I just wondered how she could sit next to me.

Then I asked her, "What's wrong with him?" He pointed to his Beijing friend, who was lying down.

She said, "I don't know? Pretend to be drunk! ”

Later, he got up again and went to the toilet to play for half an hour, and then he didn't lie on the table but on his thigh. And we finally realized it was time to go.

The three of us got into another car, and the driver eagerly asked us for directions, and I had to answer this time. And the few place names I spit out made the driver not look at the road but look at me, I guess I said the place name of our hometown. The driver worriedly suggested several routes for us to do multiple-choice questions. The friend who sat in the front row didn't know the fart, so he pretended to understand it and chose one.

At this time, the driver still refused to let me go, and said worriedly: "He won't vomit, right?" ”

Before I could speak, I heard my friend's friend sitting next to me say, "Please give me a plastic bag." ”

The driver immediately braked suddenly, and in a hurry, he pulled out a bag out of nowhere and handed it directly to me.

Before I could react, the person next to me pulled it and buried his head in the bag. The driver was stunned for a moment, and asked me again in a depressed manner: "Do you want it?" ”

I shook my head.

And this person didn't actually vomit, just did some preparations. At least until I got out of the car.

On the way home, I bought a five-cent popsicle at the store downstairs. The boss smiled and said, "Young man, drink again." ”

I was so depressed, why should I add "again".

About an hour after I came back and fiddled with the computer, I received a call from a friend, who only said one sentence: "I'll call you tomorrow morning." ”

I quickly turned off the computer and fell asleep in a hurry......