Without Hanhan, my life instantly became easier and more time-free, yes, let it all be like the sea taking away all the rivers, take it all, I still have my life, I still have my children. Only by leaving those bad people and bad things will your life become easy and transparent.

Maybe because of my first marriage, now I am used to being alone and lonely, but in fact, this is not a habit, but just a choice. I still hang out with a few of my friends on weekends, but this kind of get-together tends to turn into getting drunk one by one, and for some reason, there has been a lot of bad news about drinking lately, either to us or to others.

Yes, in the adult world, there is no word "easy", whose life is not a chicken feather? No one can spend this life easily and skillfully. There are unspeakable wounds in everyone's world, there are knots in everyone's world that can never be untied, and there are heart-rending pains in everyone's world。。。。。。 This kind of pain and calamity allows us to rely on the action of alcohol to temporarily paralyze and release.

One weekend, several of us were drunk, drunk people are always very strong, that night after the small party, already drunk and staggering, I insisted on riding a motorcycle to send a friend home, he dared to sit, I dare to ride. The motorcycle roared, a gust of wind and lightning, and after a while I rode a motorcycle to the downstairs of this friend's house, and when I turned off the car and then called my friend to get off, there was no response, I turned around and shouted a few times, I was drunk and immediately woke up, I was shocked into a cold sweat, my scalp instantly numb, it turned out that the friend who was sitting on the back seat of my motorcycle when I just got out of the hotel was gone.

At that time, I instantly felt as if the sky was about to fall, where did the people go? Where is the person who was sitting on the back seat of my motorcycle just now? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I was instantly awakened when I was drunk, if this friend of mine really had something long and short, how would I face his family? We are at a time when no one can count on us, only those who are counting on us to reach the age of middle age, all of whom have elderly parents to support and young children to support, and if something happens to this friend of mine because he was drinking, and then because I drove him home on a motorcycle, then I would be dead.

I didn't dare to say anything, and while turning the motorcycle around, I wondered, where the hell did the people go? I had to go the same way to find someone, and if I couldn't find it, I'd call a few of my friends who we were drinking with tonight, tell them the truth, and then figure out a way with them. I pushed the motorcycle, by the light of the motorcycle, along the road I came all the way to the past, not far away, there was a dark shadow on the side of the road, I hurriedly pushed the cart to take a look, a big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

This is a bend in the road from the main road to my friend's house, maybe because when I was riding his bicycle home with him, he turned this corner, and he fell off the car according to the inertia of the motorcycle turn, but I didn't realize that it was all caused by alcohol. I hurriedly set up my motorcycle and ran over, picked him up and called his name, and in such a short time he had fallen asleep on the side of the road, his mouth full of wine, and he was muttering something that I didn't understand. I hurriedly checked all parts of his body, especially his head, God willingly, he was fine, there was no bump or touch, I checked his body again, and all parts were still fine. At this time, I put him down, felt a little relieved, and then sat on the floor and lit a cigarette, and he still slept soundly.

After smoking, I put the motorcycle back on the side of the road, I didn't dare to ride, and besides, I couldn't wake him up, so I had to help him up and lift him, put one of his arms on my shoulder, and staggered and dragged him home. When I arrived at his house, I shouted to open the door, I didn't care to explain, I didn't dare to explain, I handed over the person to his wife, and then I quickly slipped away as if I had done something unpleasant, completely ignoring his wife's scolding and all kinds of complaints.

By the time I got to work on Monday, everything had long since vanished, and when I told this legendary story as a joke to my friends, everyone laughed and took it as a joke, never thinking that drinking might cause us a lot of trouble.

There is still a small gathering on the weekend, I have long healed the scar and forgotten the pain, we are still happy to pour wine and drink toasts, no one is allowed to cheat, the glass of three taels is full of wine, the first glass must be dried up, the second cup of three mouthfuls is drained, the third and fourth glasses are free to play, and when the first two glasses of wine are killed together under the unified rhythm and unified order, the third and fourth glasses we can't control ourselves, so every time such a small gathering, almost everyone of us will be drunk.

But this time I can't take the initiative to ask myself to ride a motorcycle to send him home, I really admire and am afraid of the madness when I rode home on a motorcycle after being drunk, the motorcycle roared, and the speed of the motorcycle can be accelerated to the limit of 100 in an instant, and the throttle has been turned to the end, maintaining a speed of 100 kilometers per hour and rushing home.

At that time, although I was beginning to enter middle age, but the courage and courage of my youth were still the same, how many good deeds I had accumulated in my previous life, so as to protect me every time I got drunk and rode a motorcycle back safely! Now I am afraid to think about it, and sometimes I have a convulsion all over my body.

When I went to work on Monday, it was still the last time I sat on my motorcycle, and the colleague who fell off my car was black, and the socket of one eye was black, like one of the two eyes of a giant panda, and there was an obvious bruise on his forehead, and we hurriedly asked him what happened, and some colleagues even jokingly asked him if he was beaten by his wife.

He said with a little embarrassment, it's all because of us, it's all because of us.

It turned out that on this weekend night, when we walked out of the hotel drunk, because of the experience of falling off the motorcycle last time, a few of us on motorcycles went home separately, and no one wanted to take the responsibility of riding a motorcycle to take him home. He had no choice but to walk towards the door of the hotel and try to find a taxi.

When he walked out of the door of the hotel, he was drunk and crooked, and he accidentally met a drunk man who was also drunk and crooked.

But when this embarrassment did not continue, that is, a few seconds, this friend of mine instantly changed a tone full of pride and ostentation and said to us, the next day, the person who beat him that night carried fruit snacks and the like, and actually came to the door to apologize, it turned out that the drunkard who beat him that night was actually a student he had taught more than ten years ago.