A beautiful, happy life, a virtuous wife and two lovely sons. Although it is difficult to save much money, I can eat well, wear warm clothes, and even have a few drinks when I have time.
Naam Shouliki, a former cobbler and now a tramp, can only experience such a beautiful life again when he is drunk.
Once upon a time, he could hold a wine bottle, lie under the shade of a tree, look at the sky, and reminisce about all the pleasant things.
"Like two dried fish."
With one word, Art dragged Nahm back from his fantasy, shattering the dream he had finally rebuilt.
"Hey, whatever you say." Old Man Nim looked like a pig that was not afraid of boiling water. He turned to look at Uncle Nim next to him, but this guy had already fallen asleep.
"The look in your eyes just now seemed very happy. Did you think of something happy?" Art asked straight to the point without any hesitation. He didn't care about the smell of alcohol on the old man's body, and sat next to him, talking to him.
He is face to face.
"Ah, ah, I already told you that it's none of your business." Old Man Nam used a wine bottle to drive Art away a little, but with little effect. Art just moved his butt and came closer again.
"I'll bet you a bottle of wine, you're thinking about your past life." Art said with a smile: "For example, your beautiful wife, your lovely eldest son, or a job that can make you full."
Faced with Art's cynicism, Old Man Nahm was stunned for a moment, and then he got angry and furious. He picked up the wine bottle and threw it at Art. But he didn't know if he was drunk or something, and the wine bottle opened with a
It was thrown on the ground at a very crooked angle, and rolled right into Art's hand.
"Boy, are you looking for death!" Old Man Nahm shouted loudly, but he took no further action. Facing such a child, a trace of conscience in his heart was still at work.
Art, on the other hand, didn't take it seriously and picked up the wine bottle. Although most of it was spilled, there was still a lot inside.
"Smell, ah, the smell of this wine is so unpleasant..." Although he said it smelled bad, he still drank it without hesitation.
The spicy bitter taste is like coptis wine, making people's limbs tremble, but fortunately there is still a hint of sweetness from the ale, so I can barely drink it.
When Art was on Earth, he practiced drinking in order to cope with the workplace. Especially a few months ago, he often got himself drunk just to clear his mind for a night.
Art drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, and complained after finishing the drink.
"Yeah~ It tastes terrible. Treat yourself to something delicious next time."
Old Man Nahm was stunned by the scene in front of him. Although this country does not prohibit underage drinking, this bitter ale is difficult for even adults to accept. Only a lucky few can fall in love with the spicy bitter taste.
.Old man Namu is naturally one of them.
"What on earth do you want to say? Old man, I have a bad brain and I can't understand it!" Old Man Nahm vaguely sensed what Art said, but his bad brain is not a refusal, but an objective reality. He has been drunk all the time.
As a result, he often got headaches whenever he used his brain. Later, he gradually developed the habit of not getting headaches even if he didn't use his brain.
"What I want to say is that even if you only have one head left, your situation will not get worse!" Art changed his tone and said viciously: "Eat, drink, and think about unrealistic things.
If you continue like this, just cut off your own head and let your son feed you all day long!"
Art's index finger forcefully poked Old Man Nahm's forehead, but the weak arm strength meant that the poke had only a visual effect.
"But, wouldn't you die if you cut off the head..." Old Man Nahm was a little frightened by Art's aura. His face was pale. Not only could he not use his brain, he was even a little short-circuited. He had forgotten how to resist such a child.
.
"Oh, then I might as well find a place to bury you, and it will save your son the trouble of feeding you. It would be better for you, a blood-sucking insect like you who only knows about eating, drinking, fantasizing, and hindering others, to disappear!"
Art sneered and said, he had many ways to force the guy in front of him who was so scared that he couldn't even speak.
"What do you mean?" It seemed that because there was too much movement, Uncle Nimu, who was sleeping next to him, woke up at some point. Unlike the weak old man Nimu, this young man still had a certain degree of blood.
"Although this old man is useless, can you tell him? You don't even know who his wife is!" Uncle Nim stood up angrily and slowly approached Art.
But Art remained unmoved. At this moment, he could already see that these two people could still be saved.
Because they will still feel angry. Unless they still look like dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water, then there is nothing Art can do.
Art did not run away, but walked towards him.
"Then what do you have to be superior to?"
"Wait, wait, what are you going to do?!"
Because of Art's abnormal behavior, Uncle Nim didn't dare to act rashly for a while, and his anger was overshadowed by guilt and fear.
"Would you say, 'Oh, it's so tragic. I actually have such a father in my family. I lost my job and lived on the streets with him, stealing every day. Should I reflect on myself? Or
Pack your bags and try your luck elsewhere instead of sighing here and taking your anger out on an irrelevant child?'?"
"You, you!" Uncle Nim was forced to take a step back by Art, and when Old Man Nim heard this, he also lowered his head silently.
"Besides, you've already lost your brain by drinking. One day is passing by, and what better way to do it if you starve to death that day and reincarnate again?"
"You, don't come near me!"
"There are obviously so many ways to get out of this predicament, but you are as motionless as a stone. You say you have filial piety? Then you should find a good job to reward your stupid old man!"
"If it weren't for him-"
"You are still blaming others! It seems that I have wrongly blamed you. You actually think that face is more important than your own family? You yourself have not made any mistakes. Isn't it okay to remove your face and ask others to give you a job? Look at that bread
The owner of the room is quite nice, haven’t you tried it before?!"
"..."
"So what reason do you have to blame others? The opportunity to get back on your feet is right in front of you, but you still have to rely on others to push you. Are you a homeless person, an addict, or something?"
Art's pressing step by step made Uncle Nim gradually retreat, and he accidentally sat on the ground.
"So, I sincerely hope that you can hide the misery and happiness of the past deep in your heart, forget everything else, and do what you should do." Art said this to Uncle Nim and Old Man Nim together.
Said.
After saying that, Art stretched out his hand and pulled the two adults, letting them stand up again.
"So now, you know what you should do, right?"
The two of them were silent, probably in acquiescence.
"Then you two have a good discussion and I'll go wash my face."
Seeing that the training ground was almost there, Art also breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the lake.
There is nothing more pleasurable than bombarding a guilty conscience with a barrage of lies.