Chapter 4 Alcoholic Mr. Shaw

Alcoholic Mr. Shaw Import Yang Hailin When Yang Xiaoyang, a student in Class 4 (6) of Beijing Road Primary School, came home from school at night, he suddenly found a palm-sized little man lying on his bed. This little man had fiery red hair and red eyes. Stare big. Yang Xiaoyang raised his head curiously to look carefully, and found that there was a super big empty wine bottle in each of the pupils of this little man. That's weird, where's the wine in the bottle?Yang Xiaoyang thought, maybe this little man likes to collect empty wine bottles. "I don't like collecting empty wine bottles. I'm a ghost—ahem, don't be afraid. I don't want to scare children. I just have a bit of that. I like to drink. My name is Xiao Budian. If you are a polite person Boy, you have to call me Mr. Xiao Budian." The little man was snoring loudly, but the words were clearly in his mouth.

"Okay then, Mr. Xiao Budian, but why are you lying on my bed?" Yang Xiaoyang held Xiao Budian in his palm at once. He thought this alcoholic named Xiao Budian was very cute. If Mr. Xiao Budian Agreeing, he decides to keep him as his pet. Mr. Xiao Budian was hurt by Yang Xiaoyang, his mouth was full of alcohol (he didn't consider whether Yang Xiaoyang could bear it), and said impatiently to Yang Xiaoyang: "Please let me sleep for a while, okay? " After drinking, I go to bed Wai Wai (half lying on the bed is called Wai Wai), the god is me obediently. "Come on, you slept on my bed without my consent," Yang Xiaoyang said unconvinced, "You have to answer my question first."

"Okay, okay," the alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian jumped out of Yang Xiaoyang's hand, and he looked at the electronic watch on his wrist, "Well, I have to attend a big reception at eight o'clock tonight, and I still have some leftovers. Time, I am willing to answer your questions, just don't be endless." "You're not staying by King Yan's side, what are you doing here?" Yang Xiaoyang asked. "Ahem, why did you ask such a sharp question all of a sudden?" the alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian blushed instantly, "This, this, I stole two altars of fine wine from Lord Yama, this, this, Lord Yama I was very angry, so I ran out, this and this, it happened that your father was celebrating your tenth birthday in the restaurant at noon, this and this, I slipped in and had a good drink. After drinking your wine, I must say thank you Well, this, this, thinking about it this way, I will sneak into your house and sleep on your bed for a while, this, this, now that you are back, I should go too."

The alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian walked out while talking. He really had to go, because the electronic watch in his hand and the quartz clock hanging on the wall of Yang Xiaoyang’s house both pointed to 7:40 exactly. Appear on time at the reception at eight o'clock. When Yang Xiaoyang woke up the next morning, he was pleasantly surprised to find that alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian was lying beside him. "Oh, why didn't you tell me when you came back?" Yang Xiaoyang complained a little, if he knew that the drunkard Mr. Xiao Budian would come back, he would definitely stay awake and wait.

"Ahem, this, this, I'm so sorry, last night I attended a grandpa's 80th birthday reception, after the reception, I thought of the grandpa's bed for a nap, this, this, was suddenly discovered by the grandpa Yes, he kicked me out indiscriminately, this, this, he said he still wanted to celebrate his 90th birthday, and he didn’t want to see me too early.” The alcoholic Xiao Budian was very sad when he said this. Yes, no wonder he was sad, how old a person can live actually has nothing to do with ghosts. Yang Xiaoyang's father is a fairy tale writer, hehe, similar to "sitting at home", he sits in front of the computer at home all day long and clicks on the keyboard.

Yang Xiaoyang doesn't like the fairy tales written by his father: What, the master who works behind closed doors doesn't even bother to ask about Yang Xiaoyang, think about it, he can understand children's psychology, and the fairy tales he writes can be welcomed by children? Yang Xiaoyang doesn't like it, but the students in the same class as Yang Xiaoyang like it, the students in the same school as Yang Xiaoyang like it, and the pupils who are about the same age as Yang Xiaoyang like it. Yang Xiaoyang's father was overjoyed, and complained that Yang Xiaoyang had no vision, saying that he was called "flowers inside the wall and fragrance outside the wall".

Today is Sunday, and Yang Xiaoyang's father is going to a fairy tale writer's party. Yang Xiaoyang's father rarely had a chance not to "stay at home". He was so happy that he went to the mall early to buy a brand-name suit. After putting it on, he looked left and right, always feeling something was wrong. What's wrong? He asked Yang Xiaoyang to help him as a staff officer, so Yang Xiaoyang didn't bother to talk to him. To deal with Yang Xiaoyang, Yang Xiaoyang's father has a trump card. This trump card has great lethality. Before the critical moment, Yang Xiaoyang's father will never use it. He is afraid that if he uses it too many times, Yang Xiaoyang will be like a bug on a vegetable , produce antibodies against pesticides.

Yang Xiaoyang is most afraid of writing essays. When he picks up the pen, hey, he is really like a bug on a vegetable encountering pesticide, his head hurts intermittently. "This week, Teacher Cai must have assigned composition questions again, right?" Yang Xiaoyang's father pretended to be very concerned about Yang Xiaoyang's appearance, and he even dug out Yang Xiaoyang's homework with great interest. "Haha! Teacher Cai, you are really my savior!" Yang Xiaoyang's father danced happily. This time, the topic of the composition assigned by Teacher Cai was "Playing Games with Dad", and Yang Xiaoyang's father said excitedly, "I'm sorry. Oh Yang Xiaoyang, I'm going to a fairy tale writer's party in a while, but I feel that something is wrong, and I don't know what's wrong, I have to think about it, well, I may not have time to do it with you before going to the party It’s a game. For this composition, I suggest that you also use my usual method of writing fairy tales—let’s work behind closed doors.”

"I'm ashamed, I'm still playing tricks with my son." A voice came from Yang Xiaoyang's schoolbag. "Who are you?" Yang Xiaoyang's father blushed up to his ears when he heard this. Household affairs, family affairs should not be managed by outsiders." Yang Xiaoyang's father became angry with embarrassment. "Yang Xiaoyang and I are good friends. Cough, this, this, you can say that I am his pet. I am not an outsider. This, this, also has the right to speak." At this time, Yang Xiaoyang's father realized that the person who was talking was an alcoholic. Mr. Xiao Budian, but he doesn’t know him. Mr. Yang Xiaoyang, why don’t you introduce him soon?

As soon as Yang Xiaoyang was introduced, Yang Xiaoyang's father narrowed his eyes. He rubbed his hands and said happily, "Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome. Since you are a ghost, you must have judgment beyond our human. I have a question for you." — Excuse me, what's wrong with my clothes?" "It's not that your clothes are wrong, it's that you don't like drinking. You know that among the fairy tale writers attending the party tonight, you are the only one who doesn't drink. You are afraid that you will make a fool of yourself and be laughed at." The alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian was very proud , he immediately made Yang Xiaoyang's father a discouraged ball.

"What should I do?" Yang Xiaoyang's father said sadly. "It's very simple, as long as you play games with me, I'll show you a trick in a while." Yang Xiaoyang winked triumphantly at the alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian. Uh-huh. The reception has begun. Yang Xiaoyang's father seldom goes out. This time, he was warmly welcomed by everyone, and many people toasted him. "Please wait a moment, I'll take a grass coral lozenge." Yang Xiaoyang's father calmly took out a small pill and slowly put it in his mouth. That's not grass coral lozenges, it's actually Mr. Xiao Budian, an alcoholic, who turned into a pill to cheer Yang Xiaoyang's father. Yang Xiaoyang's father brought the wine glass to his mouth, and he coughed loudly on purpose to remind the alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian in his mouth: I'm going to pour the wine into his mouth, you have to pay attention to it, don't play me. Yang Xiaoyang's father felt like vomiting when he smelled the strong spicy taste of the wine. The alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian didn't think so, he wished that the wine would be poured in sooner, he half-squatted on Yang Xiaoyang's father's tongue, and opened his mouth to drink the wine handed by Yang Xiaoyang's father. The cooperation is very tacit. Yang Xiaoyang's father drank sixteen bottles of wine, drinking all those fairy tale writers who claimed to be a large number, and some even got under the table. "It's not fun, it's not fun," Yang Xiaoyang's father said, frowning. He went to the next table and drank eight bottles with the beautiful writers. He also accompanied everyone who ate in this restaurant. The amount of alcohol was so great that the guests who ate here ran away collectively. Yang Xiaoyang's father came back humming a victory song. After he came back, Mr. Xiao Budian, a drunkard, slept in the dark under Yang Xiaoyang's bed for a whole week. After waking up, the alcoholic Mr. Xiao Budian wept and said to Yang Xiaoyang, "Yang Xiaoyang, I have to go." "Your father is not drinking, he is desperate! When I see wine now, it's like worms on vegetables encountering pesticides, and my head hurts intermittently." Yang Xiaoyang's father, a writer, has been "sitting at home" dishonestly since then. He began to appear frequently at the door of restaurants, hoping that someone who knew him would invite him in and let him have another drink. But no one dared to invite him anymore. Everyone knew that there was an alcoholic in this city, Mr. Yang Xiaoyang's father.