"I'm going out for a walk. I have the keys with me. You should go to bed early, Mom."
"Alas, alas..."
——At eleven o'clock in the night, Lin Shuwen left home alone with a serious look on his face
"Rumble..."
The roar of the engine was not too noisy. Lin Shuwen wore a helmet and rode on the street late at night at a speed of 25 mph (40 kilometers per hour).
The jacket made a firecracker sound when the wind blew it, and it slapped violently on his waist and abdomen, as if beating his heart that was constantly stinging.
I wanted to cry, curse, and find something to fight with, but in this cold and boring steel jungle, all the madness could only be attributed to a little soreness in my nose and a twinge of pain.
Could it be that patience is actually human hypocrisy, a pretense of being civilized?
The motorcycle stopped on the road behind Xinzhou No. 2 Middle School. Lin Shuwen looked at this road that he had traveled on countless times, and at the street that was originally a "village" in his memory.
There, the green netting, crisscrossing steel scaffolding, and piles of cement are like piles of mud on the edge of a swamp.
He suddenly remembered that the place before was also surrounded by piles of mud, but it was just real mud.
This world is always full of commonalities in some damn little details.
Lin Shuwen held the handle of the car again and relaxed a little, and was about to turn around and go back. At this moment, five or six dazzling high-beam lights appeared in front of him, driving towards him from far to near.
He stopped turning around and wanted to wait for these young people to pass by, but the harsh roar stopped beside him, and several young students who looked like students began to say hello to him in a friendly way:
"Hi! Brother, your car is nice!"
"Thanks."
Lin Shuwen nodded and began to look at the group of younger brothers and sisters around him.
At the age of thirteen or fourteen, there were five cars, and each car had at least one older brother sitting in it. He didn’t have the stereotypical tattoos or fancy death heavy metal outfits, and even a few outfits that were obviously school uniform jackets made him I feel a kind of "greenness".
To use a self-media person’s words, it’s so fucking green.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm calling the police to arrest you! You're young and don't learn well! Get out of here!"
The man guarding the construction site shouted loudly in the guard booth. The young people racing late at night looked at each other, started the engine with a smile, and prepared to leave.
Lin Shuwen suddenly stopped them:
"Hey, how about you find a place where you can drink and have a drink with me?"
"Ah? Then this..."
The fifteen-year-old boy in the lead was obviously stunned for a moment. He exchanged glances with the "big brothers and sisters" who were escorting several cars around him. Finally, he looked at the group of kids in the car and declined:
"I'm sorry, brother, we brothers and sisters are still young, and it's not safe to drive after drinking!"
"Just beer. When the time comes, we'll play a game and pick a few unlucky guys to drink juice and drive. You choose the location. I just think it's fate to meet each other."
"That……"
The temptation of free prostitution was paired with Lin Shuwen's gentle and charming voice. The young people looked at each other for the second time and nodded with suppressed smiles of joy.
"Okay! Thank you, brother! Let's go! Go to Lao Jing!"
"oh!"
The cheers were mixed with the roar of the engine. Lin Shuwen turned his head and followed them at the end.
Why do you do this? Maybe it's just a whim to divert attention.
And, find an excuse to go drink.
The night in Xinzhou City finally became quiet. In the food stalls filled with soot, the low tables and stools, the childish young girls and the vicissitudes of Lin Shuwen formed a clear contrast.
He watched them play free and unrestrained games, his eyes filled with memories of the days he spent with Mo Yunfei and the others.
The first time Lin Shuwen got drunk in his life was with that hot-blooded idiot. Since his father drunkenly beat and "educated" him every day, Lin Shuwen had always hated alcohol.
But there are always things that people cannot help themselves with in life. Ironically, Lin Shuwen’s own alcoholism was inherited from his father.
Of course, maybe he just doesn't drink it himself when it's not necessary.
"Brother, are you worried?"
"ah?"
The fifteen-year-old boy in the lead sat next to Lin Shuwen and turned to talk to this strange brother who had been holding a plastic cup for several minutes.
As the leader of this small group, this fifteen-year-old boy took the initiative to choose to have a drink so that he could safely send these young people home later.
"Everyone who takes the initiative to drink has problems. Of course, there are also people who like to drink naturally, which is another story. But brother, you are probably not a person who likes to drink."
The young man chewed the roasted mutton and looked up and down Lin Shuwen like a little adult.
"How did you get it?"
"Hey! How can anyone who likes drinking stay in a daze for several minutes without talking? Brother, I even suspect that you are pretending to be stupid with me."
Randomly changing names, free and loose grammar, and the unscrupulous way of getting along that people yearn for, should be the prototype of this, right?
"No, I just thought of a very good brother of mine. Not long ago, he died trying to save others."
Lin Shuwen put down the wine glass he had held for a long time, picked up a bottle of beer from the table, bit it open with his mouth, and poured it into his stomach in one breath.
"belch……"
The muscles were tense, the expression was trembling, and the spasm of the esophagus finally broke the mask. Under the stimulation of alcohol, Lin Shuwen's nose and cheeks turned red.
"Cough...cough cough!!!"
The wine that surged into his mouth spurted to the ground as he coughed violently. Lin Shuwen burst into tears, and his eyes instantly became red and swollen.
He supported his thigh with his left arm and covered his eyes with his palms. The boy next to him patted this strange brother on the back as if he felt the same thing. He opened and closed his mouth several times but finally did not squeeze out a word.
Language is too cumbersome and pale here.
"Ahem...thank you."
Lin Shuwen took the tissue handed over by the boy, wiped his red face carefully, picked up a bunch of mutton from the table, and ate it silently.
Seeing the eldest brother's mood break, the boy next to Lin Shuwen finally spoke tentatively:
"Brother, people have to look forward..."
"I'm fine..."
"No big brother, you can't hold it in like this. No matter how sad or sad you are, you have to vent it out, even if you cry! You are like this, and that great big brother doesn't feel good in his heart!"
The clumsy consolation was full of youth. Lin Shuwen put down the lottery in his hand, picked up the untouched glass of white wine from the table, turned around and raised it to the young man beside him, without saying a word, but the young man understood what he meant.
"Gutton."
The silent clinking of glasses drowned out unnecessary words. The two men, one large and one small, put down their empty plastic cups, held their shoulders, and patted each other's shoulders several times.
The communication between men is enough.
"boss!"
"Hey! What's going on, handsome guy?!"
"They are all your regular customers, right?"
Lin Shuwen pointed at the boys and girls at this table, already drunkenly confirming to the stall owner.
The red pupils are full of the color of glass.
"Yeah, that's right! Xiao Ren and the others come here basically every Friday to have a good time."
"Well, according to their usual quantity, you can take a look! Meat, vegetarian, delicious, etc..."
Lin Shuwen began to blink, and his still clear words became higher and lower.
The young man named Xiao Ren on the side quickly waved his hand and said anxiously:
"Brother Jing is drunk, just add a little more to what you just ordered!"
"no!"
Lin Shuwen suddenly roared, like a furious dragon suddenly roaring to the sky. The dragon power that had been suppressed in the sober state exploded at that moment. The store manager and the young man were so shocked that they sat down on the ground.
And the boy's body was even trembling non-stop.
He basically received the dragon's roar head-on, and it was pretty good that he didn't faint on the spot.
But why didn't he faint?
If the dragon's roar was truly unrepressible, shouldn't the scene at this moment be littered with corpses?
"Just do as he says."
A clear female voice broke the silence, Lin Shuwen's cheeks were slightly tilted, and his scarlet pupils reflected a beautiful figure with long gray hair.
Naya.
"Okay, okay... then please take care of your..."
"husband."
"Okay, okay, then I'll trouble you."
Naya, wearing a dress and a shoulder bag as always, walked to Lin Shuwen's side with steps as light as a butterfly, and helped him up from the ground under the stunned eyes of young Xiao Ren.
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
"It's okay. It's rare for a man in my family to get drunk. I hope you can forgive me~"
"No, no, big brother is kind enough to invite us brats this time..."
The squatting Naya was filled with the light of a gentle big sister. The boy and several smaller boys nearby were all frozen in place, as if they felt the feeling of myocardial infarction.
Lin Shuwen lowered his head, his shaking hand directly grabbed Naya's wrist, and gently pulled it behind him a few times, as if he was jealous.
Does alcohol really make people drunk? Or do people just use alcohol as a master key to get themselves drunk?
"It's okay, I'm here, Shuwen, just go and play to your heart's content."
Naya's eyebrows were smiling, and that smile that belonged to a girl in love made other teenagers and even girls feel like they were having a myocardial infarction. She moved lightly, sat down on the other side of Lin Shuwen gently and elegantly, and hugged him.
waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
This time, perhaps because of drinking, Lin Shuwen did not make the same move as before to draw a clear line.
"..."
Lin Shuwen glanced at Naya beside him, a complicated expression flashed across his brows, but in the end he did not ask anything.
Maybe it's a witch's instinct, maybe there's an ulterior motive, or some other reason for trouble...
At least now I can get drunk with a little peace of mind.
"Come."
"Ah, oh! Okay big brother!"
The boy who had just woken up from a dream was brought back to reality by Lin Shuwen's call. He raised the plastic cup filled with drinks by Lin Shuwen himself and had another drink with him.