Three rounds of drinking.

Fat Wang and I both drank a big red face, drunkenness came up, left foot hit right foot, walked trembling, hooked each other's shoulders and walked out of the Chinese restaurant.

On the way back to the crematorium, there was a moment that made me feel that Wang Fatzi didn't seem to be drunk, obviously drunk, but he suddenly sat up, looked at me with clear and focused eyes, and said very seriously:

"My identity is ......

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