Chapter 66 drunken man

Walking into an izakaya on Hankow Road for dinner, I was surprised to find A who hadn't seen him for four years.Four years ago, I often ate at a Japanese restaurant in Lan Kwai Fong. A worked there. I haven’t been to that Japanese restaurant for four years. I don’t know that A has changed jobs. Fat A, nearly forty years old, has a smiling face and is good at drinking. At that time, she often invited us to drink.Once, drinking shochu with her, she drank four glasses of shochu in a row without changing her face. The alcohol concentration of shochu was extremely high, and I had a splitting headache the next day, and I dare not compete with her in the future. A said that she had to drink every day, and she was happy without alcohol.

When I met her again that night, I asked her if she still had a drink, and she immediately took out a bottle of private red wine for me to drink. She said that she drank a lot, had gout, and her face was a little swollen, but she had to drink it.When asked where she was going after closing, she said that she would first go to Jordan Road with her friends for supper, and then go to karaoke, every night.A forty-year-old woman can be so free. A is enviable. She said that her son is already in his teens, so she doesn't care. I just remembered that in that Japanese restaurant four years ago, the proprietress told me that A got married very young and became pregnant shortly after marriage, and her husband died of a serious illness while she was pregnant.

For many years, seeing her permanent smiling face, I almost forgot her story. That night, we broke up outside the izakaya, and I suddenly understood why she likes to drink so much. People who drink obsessively always have a desolate reason.