Chapter 17 Sixteen, big wine

Cologne: See you. The end of the year is approaching, after Christmas comes the New Year, and after the New Year comes the Spring Festival, the world will be full of golden red envelopes, instant fireworks, empty blessings, and continuous wine and meat.You are in the non-human world, is there a year limit?Is the year-end telling the truth there?Have you been drinking a lot lately?I don't know if you are in heaven or hell now, I don't know whether the wine of heaven is more to your appetite or the wine of hell is more to your appetite?Are you in the non-human world, do you like to drink wine, beer, Kinmen sorghum, Maotai, Wuliangye, Jiannanchun, Guyue Longshan?Heaven and hell have no borders, there should be no firewall, it is easy to find someone, the soul has no weight, travel at the speed of light, and come as you wish.Who do you often drink with in the non-human world?The guy who stabbed you or stabbed someone else with you when you were a teenager?A bastard who fights with you for a girl?The woman who sat by your side and listened to your conception of "Chu Liuxiang"?

The New Year in the world is not easy, I looked at my itinerary for the next two months, and felt desperate.Three kinds of exercise every day, meetings, drinking, and sleeping.Every day more than twelve hours of meeting, more than six hours of alcohol, less than six hours of sleep.Meetings that need to be held and wine that needs to be drunk, I move around, but I still can’t get rid of them. It feels like Hua Rongdao, who didn’t become Cao Cao, has already experienced his misery. Behind his buttocks is Guan Yu and Guan Yu’s big knife, and the surroundings cannot be avoided. It's not easy being Cao Cao's bureaucrats.I don't have time to shave my head, so I spent fifteen yuan to shave a bald head. When I need to shave next time, the New Year's Eve will have passed.I don't have time to get sick, so I take one gram of vitamin C a day, it is said that it can enhance resistance and prevent colds.

People are relatively cheap, it seems that there are only blessings that cannot be enjoyed, and there are no sins that cannot be endured.This kind of triathlon exercise has been going on for a long time, and people have gradually adapted to it. They will open until four or five in the afternoon every day, like a Pavlov dog, like a mouse, and their noses smell the wine and wine placed in the tavern 500 meters away. The taste of cold cuts, 53 degrees, old vinegar and peanuts, a slight smile appeared on his face. When the wine reaches a certain level, the masonry ground under your feet begins to soften, as if thick dust, snow, and fallen flowers have accumulated when you step on it, the glass in your hand begins to soften, and the wall of the glass becomes one with the wine, and the wall of the glass is softer than usual , the wine is harder than usual, connected, flowing and resilient.I heard the arteries pulsating on the left temple, the woman on the far away table next door was prettier than usual, her face glowed like a light bulb, one third of the men at the same table were talking nonsense and lies on the table drunk, three One tugs at each other's cuffs and confides in one-on-one candor, the final third getting quieter.I put my hands on my knees, and my calves hooked the legs of the table, fearing that my body would fly up.

In this state, when I think of murder and pornography, I naturally think of you.You ask in your essay, "Who's going to drink to me?" During the two summer vacations of the third year of junior high school and the first year of high school, the weather in Beijing is not too hot, so I have read all your novels.Those two summer vacations.A pair of brothers next door, two little gangsters, they have a way, they have a full set of Liang Yusheng, a full set of Jin Yong, a full set of Zhuge Qingyun, a full set of you, two cardboard boxes.My grades in school are good, they claim to come to my house to study together, and every two or three days they bring a set of your novels, I read you, they blow their own bullshit, and guess the training method of Iron Sand Palm.I like your later stuff, "Seven Weapons" the most.They couldn't tell what they liked, and then they simply stopped studying and mixed into the society, selling everything from airplanes, steel products, watermelons, and long johns.Later, looking through your biography, your father left you and your mother when you were in middle school, and you soon left your mother too, met a dancer, and once joined a gang.Sophomore and junior two summer vacations, no money to play, no girls, no wine, no home, in the dormitory, shirtless, imitating your way to write martial arts, signature, Gu Long's masterpiece, Gu Long's masterpiece, change money, change Wine, ask the girl if I write well.At that time, computers were rare and copying was very expensive. The manuscript was handed over to the contributor, and the money was paid with one hand, and the manuscript was handed over with the other, without leaving any traces, as if the wine and girls at that time had no impression on the young liver and intestines, and the liver would not harden. , the intestines will not be broken.

In fact, looking back at your few photos and novels on the plane, you have countless shortcomings.To be a human being, you look really ugly, like a kind butcher, live a messy life, sleep indiscriminately, drink indiscriminately, have illegitimate children after sleeping indiscriminately, get drunk and blow up and be hacked, your life is a life of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling .Composition, if you don’t study history, don’t study martial arts, and don’t check the plot, anticlimactic, inconsistent, logical confusion, men suffer because of loyalty, women are treacherous because of jewelry, almost all novels are not suitable for filming.The short essays were written with a pen between the toes, without refinement of words and phrases, and occasionally there were a few good sentences, but none of the whole article was readable, and it was basically not popular overall.

However, words are the same as people, in many cases the competition is not for strength, but for weakness, for the truth of weakness, for the short-term truth, and for the arrogant truth.Good poetry is always less than lies, good wine is always less than plain water, and there are always fewer times when you are flying with a soul and sticking to the ground than when you are sitting in a meeting.So, after a big drink, I see women instead of flowers, see the moon instead of light bulbs, think of you instead of other people who are too perfect than you. In 1985, you drank again, ruptured your esophagus, and finally got out with alcohol.You said: I got everything with a pen, even what I shouldn't have, that is loneliness. At the end of the year 25 years later, I will write a poem for you:

"Favorite": On a rainy and meaty night, I share a bottle of wine with you. Feng Tang