On the day I took the train back, I was lying on the sleeper tomorrow, and I remembered that after Sister Wen was drunk on New Year's Day, she cried into a tearful person, and I saw Sister Wen crying for the first time tomorrow.

Only then did he know that there were some regrets, and they would be sad after all.

The train traveled all the way west, crossing mountains, plains, and rivers, and returning in the direction of Beigu Mountain and Yang Town, where I grew up listening to grandma's nursery rhymes.

It's the same as the story of the monk before.

In his sleep, he dreamed again that his grandmother was sitting under the eaves, singing, eating watermelon, and the summer wind was blowing, talking about those nursery rhymes that have been passed down from generation to generation.

The west wind unconsciously rose in the night,

Peach charms were also hung in the liquor store.

Not far away, a horse neighed through the sky.

The crow was stunned at the head of the dead willow poplar, not moving.

It was the same winter as usual, and after having dinner at home, I went alone to the east end of the village, where there were several houses at the corner of the intersection, and in these houses there was a tavern, and in that tavern there was only one table and one bench, and only two people could sit on the bench at a time.

There was an old fellow in the tavern, who was not very tall, and when he spoke his voice was like thunder. When people talk to him, it's like it's going to rain in the sky, and when it rains, people want to go home. If a person wants to go home, he will not stay with him.

So he generally doesn't talk to others, and if he doesn't talk to others, others will think he's a mute.

But he's not a dumb man.

He spoke like thunder.

Can a person who speaks like thunder be dumb?

I don't think so.

But why do others think he's dumb?

Because he doesn't speak.

Whoever doesn't speak, we all think he's a mute.

Why didn't he speak?

Because he speaks as if he were thunder.

He was blind in one eye and had a broken ear a few years ago, and when he looked at people, he had to put his eyes on other people's faces so that he could see clearly.

When he saw whether the person was male or female, he smiled and showed two rows of black teeth.

That's what smoking looks like.

He often holds a cigarette bottle in his hand, which is filled with water, and when he smokes, the water in the cigarette bottle gurgles.

It's like boiling water.

Every time he couldn't hear what others were saying, he would take out a piece of paper and a pen for others to write down, and when others finished writing, he would stare at the note for a long time, and no one knew whether he could read it clearly or not. But as long as he sees two rows of black charcoal with a smile on his face, others will think that he must understand.

But sometimes he just doesn't understand.

So he still has to listen to what others say.

As soon as you say it, you will definitely understand.

But his ears are not good, and every time he listens to someone else's talk, either he sticks his ear to the other's mouth, or someone else puts his mouth next to his ear.

In short, let him hear.

That's enough.

After I had dinner that day, I went to my old fellow's by myself.

I have a habit of going to him every day after dinner.

What are you going to do with him?

What else do you think I'm going to do?

I've been very young since I was a child, and every time I hear someone talk about some fairies and ghosts, I'm scared to death.

But I don't know why, I go out alone in the middle of the night and I'm not afraid of anything.

I will not be afraid to walk alone in the deep mountains and old forests.

It is precisely because I am very timid that I will not do anything that lacks morality, and you say that once a person does something lacking morality, he must feel uncomfortable in his heart.

But my heart has always been very comfortable, so I will definitely not do anything immoral.

So every time I went to him, I would have a drink, then throw down a few dollars and stagger back.

That's what I do when I go to him, and the faint of heart doesn't do anything else.

You know that.

Every time I came back from drinking, my mother-in-law would be chirping and yelling, and I didn't know what she was shouting or what she was calling.

But I felt like she was singing.

I fell asleep while singing.

My mother-in-law spoke in my ear exactly as my mother did when I was a child and put me to sleep.

You know, that night, I went to the old fellow alone.

You know, the old guy is still the same as usual, just a table and a bench.

Only this time there was a man sitting on the stool.

I went in and sat down next to the man.

As soon as I sat down, I raised my voice and shouted.

Bring me a jar of wine, old man.

I'm afraid he won't hear.

I think it was the loudest shout I've ever had in my life, louder than when I married my own mother-in-law.

I don't know if the old man heard me or not, but when I saw him walking towards me with a jar of wine, I knew he must have heard.

Indeed, he was not deaf in one ear.

I pointed my finger at the wine and motioned for him to sit down and have a drink with me, I knew he was a deaf man with a broken ear, and I didn't want to shout at a loud voice because there was a man sitting next to him

Yes, there was a guy sitting right next to me.

There's a woman sitting!

How could a woman sit in the old man's tavern on such a night?

Who is she?

Is it a passerby? Or a friend of an old fellow? Relatives?

I looked up at the woman.

I couldn't guess how old she was, she wore a headscarf and a sheepskin coat, and she looked like a man, except that when she turned to look outside, I saw her eyes.

I was hooked by her eyes, not even my mother-in-law did this.

I picked up the jar, poured two bowls of wine, and pushed one bowl in front of the woman.

On such a cold day, a little drink may warm up your body.

Before I could speak, the woman picked up the bowl and drank it.

She drank it more boldly than any man I've ever seen.

I was really hooked.

I've never seen a woman like this.

I've never seen a woman drinking like this.

I looked at the woman like this, and I watched her drink bowl after bowl of wine from the jar until the jar bottomed out.

But I saw that there was no color on her face, as if she had drunk cold water.

Somehow, my heart suddenly warmed up.

I haven't really seen a woman like this.

I finally couldn't help it, I asked timidly, whose mother-in-law are you?

You know, I've been timid since I was born, so I'll just ask timidly.

In the eyes of us men, mothers-in-law are all men's families.

The woman finally looked at me, but when she looked at me, I was terrified.

Her eyes were spotless and crystal clear.

None of the mother-in-laws I've ever met have been like her.

But I just didn't dare to look at her in the eye.

Why don't I dare look at her in the eye?

Maybe I'm timid by nature.

But the timid do not dare to do bad things.

So there are still benefits for the faint-hearted.

You know that, too.

But no matter how timid I am, I'm not timid enough to see a mother-in-law like this.

When I think of this, I feel a special nest in my heart, how can a man be such a nest?

Men don't do that.

When I thought of this, I suddenly felt like I was bold again.

You know, the bold can do anything.

It was because of my courage that my own chest slowly bulged.

But when I puffed out my chest, I also knew that my fist was clenched tightly, and there was still heat bubbling in my clenched fist.

My hands are steaming like steamed buns that have just come out of the pot!

Can a bold man be like this?

It won't be like this.

But I clearly felt that I was bolder than before.

Is it my delusion?

Although I was timid, I still mustered up the courage to look at the woman, and just as I was looking at the woman, I heard the woman speak.

She spoke unhurriedly and clearly, unlike an old fellow who spoke like thunder.

She spoke in a very small voice, so small that only I could hear.

Such a small voice must not be heard by the old man, how can a deaf person hear such a small voice. She must not be talking to an old fellow.

So is that woman talking to me?

Is there anyone else in this tavern besides me?

Yes, it's herself.

Is she speaking to herself?

But what she said must have been clear in her heart, why did she say it!

That said, the woman must be telling me.

I distinctly heard the woman say something.

The woman said, I've seen more men than you've seen.

When I heard that, I knew 100% that he was speaking to me.

No one else but me!

When she said this, the sweat on my back dripped down my back.

Why do I sweat?

I think it must be that I'm not bold enough, and bold people don't sweat no matter what others say.

So my guts are still very small.

I hurried to drink the bowl of wine that had been poured out of the jar.

Because others have told me that after drinking, people will become bolder, and a timid person like me will definitely be bolder than before after drinking.

Yes, from the very beginning when I entered the door, I poured myself into the bowl.

I poured that bowl for myself in order to strengthen my courage.

But you know, I usually get drunk with a small drink, and then stumble back, sometimes a few falls on the way back.

I remember one time I fell straight into a ditch, but I don't know why I climbed up from the ditch.

When I got home, my mother-in-law would be chattering in my ear.

It's exactly the same as when a sparrow cries.

But now, I drank a full bowl of wine.

How can I stand this full bowl of wine?

So why should I ask for a jar of wine? And do you have to drink it from a bowl?

I really regret it.

It's useless to regret it, it's all the fault of cowardice.

But you know, my eyes are said to be the best in all walks of life, and I have never looked away.