Wu Hou, who ran out of the room, fled from this home crying, and in the cold night, he ran out of the community, running forward aimlessly, tears swaying in the air, gradually pulling into transparent silk threads day by day.

Wu Hou originally planned to keep the matter of dropping out of school a secret, although he knew that his family would know sooner or later, but he didn't have the courage to face his mother's grief.

Wu Daqi's sudden return threw a "sweet" bomb to the originally peaceful family, and the two women who had been relying on each other for more than ten years were going to usher in this man who had disappeared for more than ten years from now on, Wu Hou couldn't accept it, he didn't know how he felt about Wu Daqi, did he hate? There should be some, but more of it was probably resistance.

Wu Hou has seen too many pictures of fathers and sons walking together, the scenes that can be seen everywhere in daily life have never happened to him, he can't imagine that when he has a father one day, what way should the two get along, is it to drink and talk like adults, reveal their hearts, tell their thoughts and love, or lock the door in their hearts and never accept it?

The father who couldn't face it, and the mother who was sad because he dropped out of school, Wu Hou was in turmoil at this moment, and with the smell of alcohol, he ran farther and farther until he ran out of the city and came to the suburbs.

The suburbs are lively, and even though the night is getting darker, the lights are still bright, the crowds are crowded, the screams are high, and the heavy metal music is played on a loop, and it becomes an open-air bar where men and women are immersed in the cold of winter.

Wu Hou remembers this place, when he left this small city half a year ago and went to Hangzhou to go to college, Wu Hou once brought Mai Wenxiang here.

At that time, the weather was still hot, there were countless barbecue stalls and food stalls, and many people came here from the city to relax, but they didn't expect it to be winter, and it was still very lively.

Wu Hou walked in with a smell of alcohol, although he was full of alcohol, he was not drunk, but his head was a little dizzy.

There are so many people here, it can be said that the seats are full, and every table is full. It may be touching the scene, or it may be that he wants to get drunk and rest, Wu Hou listened to the music in his ears that made people can't help but dance his hands, and looked at the people who were sitting in the cold winter night drinking, he smacked his mouth, it was tasteless, and even the smell of wine was gone.

So he began to look for a seat in the crowded seat, trying to sit down and drink alone, but after looking around, he couldn't find a vacant seat.

Just when Wu Hou was about to give up, a table of guests stood up and prepared to leave, and Wu Hou's eyes followed them as they stood up and looked over.

There were three people, a man and a woman, and a teenager, and it was not difficult to see that this was a family of three.

After the three of them left their seats, the child looked at the man and shouted, "Daddy, Daddy, you carry me." ”

The doting man with a doting face squatted down, "Come, get to Daddy's back." ”

The child naturally came behind the man, stretched out his hands around the man's neck, and then climbed onto the man's back.

The woman was carrying the packed leftovers on the side, and the family of three left happily.

Wu Hou showed a far-fetched smile, and walked to the table where the waiter had not yet cleaned up and sat down, he looked at the family of three who had just left, and his eyes stayed on the father who was carrying the child on his back.

It's really a pot that can't be opened, at this juncture, you can still see such a heart-piercing scene, although this scene is very common, but at this moment, Wu Hou saw it again, and his heart was bitter.

The family of three walked away, Wu Hou came back to his senses and shouted, "Waiter!"

A woman in an apron walked up and, without saying a word, was about to clean up the messy table.

Wu Hou raised his hand to stop it and said, "Don't clean it up, bring me something to eat." ”

The waiter looked at Wu Hou and asked, "Young man, what do you want to eat?"

Wu Hou thought for a moment and asked, "I want to endure hardship." ”

The waiter was slightly stunned, looked at Wu Hou inexplicably, and said in surprise, "Bitter?"

Wu Hou nodded silently.

The waiter said, "We only have bitter gourd here, which is grown in the greenhouse." ”

"Then have some bitter gourd. Wu Hou's face was expressionless.

The waiter frowned, and couldn't understand what was wrong with the young man in front of him, he was out of love? It was possible, after all, in their place, every once in a while, they would meet lovelorn men and women who came to buy drunk, but no one asked to eat bitter melon.

So the waiter wanted to be sure, so he asked, "Young man, are you sure you only eat bitter gourd? Don't order anything else?"

Wu Hou knew the waiter's thoughts, and he didn't bother to delve into it, so he touched his pocket, took out two hundred yuan, and handed it to the waiter. This was given to him by Duanmu Shenjiu when he came back from Hangzhou, and Wu Hou didn't spend much on it, so he carried it on his body, and it just came in handy today.

"Two cases of beer, and the rest of the money is all bitter melon. Wu Hou said lightly.

The waiter took the two hundred-yuan bills, nodded and said, "Okay, by the way, young man, how cold it is to drink beer on a cold day, we have Beijing Erguotou here, Northeast Lao Baigan, Shanxi Fenjiu, do you want to make a bottle of white, warm up?"

Wu Hou's eyebrows moved, and he thought for a while, "Don't want that beer, replace it with a white one, the same bottle." ”

"Cheng, then you wait, bitter gourd and wine will be delivered immediately. The waiter turned and walked away to get ready to go.

Wu Hou moved the leftovers on the table with his own hands, and made a small space for his own use.

After a while, a large plate of bitter gourd was brought by the waiter, along with three bottles of liquor, Erguotou, Lao Baigan, and Fenjiu.

When the other guests saw the dish served by the waiter, they all looked at it curiously, until they saw the waiter put the bitter gourd wine in front of Wu Hou, and many began to whisper.

It's no wonder that the late-night barbecue stall has a big plate of bitter gourd and three catties of liquor, so Wu Hou is sitting here, which seems very abrupt.

Wu Hou didn't pay attention to the strange eyes of others, he opened a bottle of Erguotou, raised his head and poured a sip, the spicy liquor entered his throat, stimulating his green muscles to bulge.

Then he picked up another bitter gourd, the green wrinkled surface was pitted, and the waiter was lazy, so he didn't cut it, so he served it like this.

When I took a bite of the bitter gourd, the bitter taste quickly filled the entire mouth, and the bitter taste of the bitter gourd and the spicy taste of the liquor were mixed together, and it was stalemate in Wu Hou's mouth, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom for a while.

Wu Hou took another sip of the second pot head, took a bite of bitter gourd, the wine was mixed with bitter gourd, he chewed patiently, tasted carefully, this bitter and spicy taste, constantly stimulated his nerves, making him more and more sober, and more and more confused.

In the end, it was the bitterness that prevailed, and it completely suppressed the pungency of the spirit, occupying the first place in Wu Hou's mouth. Wu Hou tasted this bitter taste very delicately, his mouth kept squirming, and the bitter gourds on the plate were one after another, but he never said a word.

The great suffering is silent.

It's a little bitter, I have suffered grievances, I have said hypocrisy, and it is not worth swallowing.

The second pot head was drunk, Wu Hou was slightly drunk, he held the bitter gourd in one hand, and took Lao Baigan with the other hand, and then bit the wine bottle directly with his teeth, raised his head and poured it viciously.

There were a lot of people around, and they all noticed this young man, there were fewer and fewer mountain-like bitter gourds piled on the plate in front of him, and there were three bottles of one-pound liquor on the table.

While others were eating, they looked at this young man who only ate bitter melons from time to time, everyone seemed to look at monsters, but there was also admiration in their eyes.

I saw the monster because Wu Hou ate bitter melon, and admired him because he dared to drink three catties of liquor alone, ordinary people can't do this.

Lao Baigan was half drunk, and the bitter gourd on the plate was also eaten half, at this time, Wu Hou's emotions were completely out of control, he opened his mouth in pain, and wailed, and the chewed bitter gourd in his mouth was still clearly visible.

"Why.... Why...," Wu Hou howled.

The most worthless thing in the world is tears, which may not be as valuable as a fart.

But people still love to cry, when they are happy and when they are sad, tears are always with everyone.

Wu Hou's cries were drowned out by the loud sound of music, and the rest of the people didn't notice him except for a few guests at a nearby table who noticed him.

Everyone wondered, this young man, why did this happen.

How would others know that since he was sensible, it was the first time that Wu Hou cried like this, crying so happily and so purely.

But the pain will not be solved because of crying, more than ten years of ups and downs, a man embarks on a lonely road of growth, and there are too many negative emotions in Wu Hou's heart.

It is said that the one who laughs the happiest in front of people must be the saddest behind it, but in fact, Wu Hou is this kind of person.

As the night deepened, the tearful young man ate bitter gourd and drank liquor one by one, until all the scenes were over, he stood up tremblingly, raised his tearful face and looked at the bright moon in the night sky.

The waiter came to clean up, and she saw the three empty wine bottles thrown under Wu Hou's table, and said in surprise, "Three catties of wine, all drunk?"

Wu Hou was silent, ignoring the waiter on the side.

The waiter saw the empty plate again, and the bitter gourd was gone.

"Amazing, just drink with bitter gourd, fifteen catties of bitter gourd and three catties of wine, you will wipe them all out. The waiter admired Wu Hou a little.

Wu Hou was groggy, he was completely drunk, and when he wanted to take a step and walk, he sat back on the chair.

The waiter sighed and went to pour a cup of hot tea for Wu Hou, and the elderly woman looked at Wu Hou with tears on her face, and talked while cleaning up.

"Our bitter gourd has basically never been sold, if I don't like to eat it, my husband wouldn't have come into the bitter gourd, hehe. The waiter talked about her husband with a childish smile.

"Young man, when I was your age, I was sad once, it was very sad, so I also went to eat bitter gourd, I just wanted to see what is the most bitter in this world, is it me who is bitter, or bitter gourd is more bitter. ”

Wu Hou held the teacup in both hands and listened to the waiter's story.

The waiter knocked the plate on the corner of the table, knocked out the filth in the plate, and continued, "I ate a lot of bitter melon, more than you eat today, at the beginning it was very bitter, bitter and bitter to swallow, but then slowly, bitter and bitter, bitter and bitter, bitter and sweet." ”

"In fact, life is the same, it is all bitter and bitter, bitter and sweet, look at your appearance and estimate that you are only twenty years old, a lifetime long, where do you live, listen to Auntie, there is nothing that cannot be passed, although bitter gourd is bitter, but it is also sweeter than life, isn't it?"

Wu Hou was silent and took a sip of tea.

The waiter didn't care when he saw that Wu Hou didn't say anything, and continued, "Child, many years later, I just figured out what is the most bitter thing in this world. ”

Wu Hou looked over.

The waiter stood up straight, looked at Wu Hou, and said meaningfully, "The most bitter thing in this world is not life, nor bitter melon, but people who don't know how to love themselves." ”

Wu Hou didn't know what he meant.

The waiter smiled, went back with the plate, and after a while turned back again, still holding a bitter gourd in his hand.

She handed the bitter gourd to Wu Hou and said with a smile, "There is one left, take it and eat it, if you eat too much, you can always eat sweetness, and what is bitter, it is not as bitter as a person who does not cherish himself, silly child, drink less wine in the future, it is not good for your health,"

The waiter kicked the three empty wine bottles under the table, and the bottles hit the legs with a small sound.