& July, a city in Xiangxi.

Ling Feng walked on the noisy street blankly, not knowing where to go, and when it was time to get off work, he always didn't know what to do. I'm bored on weekdays, and I always like to sit alone in an Internet café and play games, although playing games is not interesting, but I can always temporarily relieve my psychological loneliness.

But he didn't want to go to an Internet café today.

Every once in a while, there are always days when he is in a low mood, for no reason, he just feels depressed and can't breathe.

Now Chinese New Year's Eve, he works in the government department, his parents are alive, and his work is stable, he should feel satisfied, but he feels at a loss, has no goals, no pursuits, and works from 9 to 5 every day, repetitive and dull. With Spain winning the World Cup for the first time, the few passions in his body seem to have been exhausted in the World Cup.

Looking at the noisy crowd, Ling Feng's heart became more and more lonely, he wanted to find a friend to have a drink or two, took out the phone, and opened the phone book, only to find that he didn't know who to call. In addition to the hypocritical politeness at work, it is rare to make a few sincere friends, and the former friends and brothers have basically disappeared with the passage of time and life changes.

Passing by a shop, Ling Feng saw a middle-aged man with a fat body, messy hair, a beard and cheeks, and blank eyes from a floor-to-ceiling glass mirror placed at the door. Is this me? He is only thirty, how can he look like a down-and-out middle-aged man? Usually he is too lazy to take care of it, so naturally he rarely looks in the mirror, and when he sees the person in the mirror, he is a little panicked, and it is time to get a haircut.

Coming out of the barbershop, he was even more dazed, although he cut his hair short, Ling Feng clearly saw in the mirror that he was still the spiritless self. What the hell is going on, where is the once passionate and energetic self? Could it be that ordinary life has really smoothed out all the edges and corners?

I found a night market stall on the side of the road, ordered a few dishes, Ling Feng sat down and waited quietly, not thinking about anything, not wanting to think about anything, not thinking of anything.

Last year, when the city created a provincial-level civilized and sanitary city, the night market stalls on the roadside were basically about to disappear. Isn't it said that in recent years, it will be necessary to create a national civilized and sanitary city, no one cares about it, and every morning the streets are lined with oil and piles of garbage. However, this may be the government's means of increasing jobs, stimulating consumption, and promoting the economy, Ling Feng thinks self-deprecatingly.

The food came quickly, Ling Feng ordered two bottles of beer and poured himself a drink. A bottle of wine in his stomach, he actually felt a little drunk, remembering that when he graduated from college, as the captain of the football team, he and each team member blew a bottle, from the goalkeeper to the striker, a full ten bottles, after blowing, the K song that was still casual as if nothing happened, remembering the frivolity of his youth, as if he was in another world.

There is a characteristic of eating supper in the roadside night market, that is, there are constantly beggars, little girls selling flowers or small traders selling mutton skewers and stinky tofu to disturb them, Ling Feng drank two bottles of wine, and has sent away seven beggars and four small traders, and the little girl who sells flowers sees that he is alone, and she is too lazy to come over to peddle.

At this time, Ling Feng was already five points drunk, looked at the bottom of the wine bottle, and shouted loudly: "Boss, put on 4 more bottles of beer!" The boss agreed from afar.

At this time, another old man in shabby clothes came over, standing at Ling Feng's table. Ling Feng thought it was a beggar, took out his wallet and prepared to take a few yuan of change to pass away, who expected that the change had already been given to a few beggars who came in front, he took a 10 yuan bill from his wallet and handed it to the old man.

The old man didn't stretch out his hand to take the money, but sat down, looked at the braised beef, fried crispy bones and other dishes on the table, his eyes lit up, and said, "You drink alone, it's tasteless, right?" ”

Ling Feng was taken aback, he was actually a person who rubbed rice, and glanced at the old man. Although the old man's clothes were shabby, they were quite neat, his hair was a little gray, his face was full of red light, and he was in good spirits, not like a beggar. Ling Feng was not a formal person, and at this time, the alcohol was surging, and he was worried about the lack of someone to drink with him, so he smiled and said, "Then let's have a few drinks." Boss, bring the dishes and chopsticks again!"

When the boss brought the dishes and chopsticks, the old man didn't need to greet Ling Feng, he kept holding the chopsticks and stuffing the dishes into his mouth, as if he hadn't eaten for several years. Ling Feng hurriedly ordered a few more dishes.

After a while, the old man stopped, as if he only remembered Ling Feng, the master, picked up a disposable cup and poured a glass of wine, Hao Ran said, "Let's go one!" ”

Ling Feng didn't shirk either, and raised his glass to make a toast with the old man.

The two of them pushed the glass and changed the lamp, and they didn't say much, and after a while, the four bottles of wine bottomed out again.

The old man wiped his mouth with his hand and sighed: "The beer is still a little lighter, and it tastes tasteless!" ”

Ling Feng burped and asked, "Then what to drink?" ”

The old man immediately raised his eyebrows and asked, "Will you drink 'touch wine>

Ling Feng was stunned, he hadn't heard of "touching wine" for a long time, he couldn't imagine that this old man actually knew? Anyone who has played "punk" knows that "touching wine" is to mix the strongest two-pot head with Sprite, pour it in a glass, cover the lid with your hand, put it on the table and pat it vigorously, "bang", the two-pot head and Sprite are fully mixed. This wine is strong enough to drink.

&& I wonder what happened to my friends who played 'punk' with me back then? Ling Feng was sad for a moment, didn't say much, and shouted: "Boss, put on two glasses!" After saying that, I ran out of the night market stall and went to the small shop on the street to buy Erguotou and Sprite.

The old man looked at Ling Feng's hurried back, smiling, and didn't know what he was thinking?

After a while, Ling Feng came back with two bottles of Erguotou and a few cans of Bingbei. He impatiently picked up the glass on the table, poured seven points and two pots, and added two points of Sprite, covered the lid and slapped it the table, "bang", and then handed the cup to the old man.

Ling Feng only felt that a stream of ice poured straight down from his throat, and before it reached his stomach, the ice stream suddenly turned into a hot stream and fell into his stomach, and a stream of hot air rose from his stomach and rushed out of the seven orifices, and the whole person was immediately sweating profusely. Ling Feng sighed: "Cool! The old man praised: "Delicious! Enough! The two looked at each other and smiled.

The diners around turned their heads to look, and the two of them did not restrain themselves, still slapping and taking a special shot on the table, "bang", do one, "bang", do one. This "touching wine" is very refreshing to drink, but the strength of the wine is also very fast. Ling Feng didn't know how many times he "banged", and his head gradually became groggy.

Ling Feng stopped his cup when he was about to get drunk, and said, "Brother, I'm very happy to be able to conspire with you to get drunk today, the future will be long, our brothers will have the opportunity to drink again in the future!" At this time, Ling Feng had already called the old man a brother. Without waiting for the old man to answer, he stood up, settled the account, and staggered away.

The old man looked at Ling Feng's back and smiled inexplicably.

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