On August 20, I was very happy to have a friend come from my hometown.
At around 13:00, I received a call from another friend in Beijing, requesting him to show up at the Qianxin Hotel at the front door within an hour.
An hour later, I was lost in the criss-crossing alleys at Qianmen. The sun was scorching hot at the time.
In order to make a phone call, I walked an extra 200 meters. The location agreed on on the phone made me walk back another 300 meters.
They said they would meet in front of Tongrentang, a time-honored street.
Zhang Yiyuan Tea House next to Tongrentang was holding an event. I pretended to pass by and stopped to watch. Then I was about to go up to have a cup of tea. The girl serving the tea raised her head and I actually recognized her. The conversation became lively immediately.
As we were chatting in the alley, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw a familiar figure sitting on the window sill outside the door of Tongrentang, looking around. I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered what I was here for. I quickly said goodbye to the girl, who said regretfully: "Oh, you
Tell me, you've been standing here for a long time and I haven't poured you any tea." She reminded me, and I suddenly felt like I was going to faint from thirst.
Although I didn't feel faint from thirst, my friend took me through the streets and alleys, but I still fainted. I was so dizzy that I didn't even count how many meters I had walked.
When the destination arrived, it was clearly written as "Qianxin Hotel".
Going upstairs and entering the room, I finally met an old friend I hadn't seen for many years, and the other one was a friend of an old friend.
The two of them were shirtless and blowing on the air conditioner, with hair on their chests. At that moment, I thought I saw real Beijingers.
While I was enjoying myself while drinking cold water in the cool breeze, my friend from Beijing shouted that he had not eaten lunch and wanted to eat. The two people who had eaten lunch were immediately more excited than me who had not eaten breakfast. After a minute, they were fully dressed and stood there.
on the ground.
After wandering around the alley for a long time, a Beijing friend who claimed to have worked in this area took us to a miniature hotpot restaurant.
There were many people on the first floor, and everyone said they wanted to go up to the second floor. The stairs to the second floor were steep, so my legs started to shake. I lost my balance and supported myself on the wall, leaving my palm prints on the wall.
Seventy percent of my hands were stained black.
After sitting down, my friend finished ordering things in a familiar manner to prove that this was by no means his first time here.
When we asked for wine, everyone was pretending. One said he wanted five bottles, another said he wanted ten bottles, and another one probably just met the two of us, so I was embarrassed to say more. Finally, I said weakly: "
It’s hard to divide between five and ten bottles, so we still need twelve bottles!”
The two of them glared at me, and finally asked for four bottles of beer just to get a better score.
The boss came up the stairs carrying the hot pot, and I was very impressed by his skill. Then it was a happy gathering, everyone chatted and reminisced, and it was so happy. Suddenly a friend from Beijing said: "Boss, the pot is about to dry up. Tim
Order some soup.”
The boss asked downstairs and responded. After a moment, he came up with a 1.25-liter Pepsi bottle and poured it into the hot pot.
Looking at my surprised look, the boss said: "It's okay, clean water, I just received it."
My eyes immediately fell on the back of my friend across from me. There were two faucets behind me. I wanted to tell the boss to stop messing around and bring a pipe up and we could connect it ourselves, but I still held back.
Everyone's appetites were clearly affected, and they subconsciously slowed down their eating movements. The direct result was that they ordered four more bottles of beer.
He finished the meal quickly and left quickly.
While wandering on the street, a Beijing friend asked me a question: "The front door was demolished like this, and I almost couldn't find the former new hotel. How did you find it?"
My friend smiled and didn't answer, but just touched his nose. I was thinking: Could it be the sense of smell?
We walked on the street for 20 minutes, went to the toilet for another 5 minutes, bought cigarettes for 5 minutes, and sat on a stone bench by the roadside for half an hour, before finally deciding to go to a friend's place in Beijing.
I stopped a taxi. Although they didn't drink much, all four of them smelled of alcohol. Unfortunately, the taxi driver saw the fat figures of my old friend and his friend, and finally couldn't speak.
We're on the road.
In the car, the driver carefully inquired about where we were going, actively verified our opinions, and carefully helped us choose a route in order to reach our destination as quickly as possible. I think he must be sincere.
I don’t know how long I sat there, but the meter was beating so fast that my blood boiled.
When we arrived at our destination, we just got out of the car and before the ground was stable, the car had already sped away.
Seeing my friend sitting in the front row stunned and speechless, I asked, "What's wrong? No money?"
The friend turned around and said depressedly: "No, he didn't ask me for any money!"
The place where this friend lived was really small, so we endured it for a while and finally decided to sit in a spacious place. So, a row of four men sat on the stone steps outside the door.
After talking nonsense for a while, the man invited two of his friends who lived here together. Six of us went to a nearby restaurant.
This restaurant is much more formal than the previous one, at least the waiter and the boss are clearly separated.
My friend obviously accepted the lesson I taught him in the afternoon, and the main thing when asking for wine is good luck, so he ordered six bottles.
In the meantime, he showed me how to brag. He said to his two friends: "The four of us drank seven bottles each..."
Of course it's not convenient for us to point it out. The key point is that when the meal reached its climax, I don't know whether he passed out from drinking or misremembered, but the figures of five bottles per person and eight bottles per person appeared again. But I didn't even have his friend.
Not showing the slightest surprise, they finally understood that they had long been used to it.
I don’t know how many times I asked for wine during this meal. But at the end I saw my friend from Beijing sitting down at the table. At this time, I discovered that there were seven people on the table, and a girl sat on my left.
I wasn't too surprised that there was an extra person. This girl was my friend's girlfriend in Beijing. I was just curious as to why she sat next to me.
Then I asked her: "What's wrong with him?" He pointed to his Beijing friend who was lying down.
She said: "You don't know this? You are pretending to be drunk!"
Later, he got up and went to the bathroom to play for half an hour. Then he lay on his lap instead of the table. And we finally realized it was time to leave.
The three of us got into another car, and the driver eagerly asked us for directions again. This time I had to answer the questions. The few place names I spat out made the driver stop looking at the road and only look at me.
I guess I named all the places in our hometown. The driver worriedly suggested several routes for us to choose from. The friend sitting in the front row actually didn’t know anything about them, so he pretended to know them and chose one.
At this time, the driver still refused to let me go and asked worriedly: "He won't vomit?"
Before I could say anything, I heard the friend of my friend sitting next to me say, "Please give me the plastic bag."
The driver immediately braked and hurriedly pulled out a bag from nowhere and handed it to me.
Before I could react, the person next to me grabbed me and buried my head in the bag. The driver was stunned and asked me again in a depressed tone: "Do you want it?"
I shook my head.
And this person didn't actually vomit, he was just doing some preparations. At least that was the case before I got off the car.
On the way home, I bought a 50-cent popsicle from the canteen downstairs. The boss smiled and said, "Young man, I drank again."
I am extremely depressed, why should I add "and".
About an hour after I came back to play with the computer, I received a call from a friend. The friend only said one sentence: "I'll call you tomorrow morning."
I quickly turned off the computer and fell asleep in a hurry...
