The next morning, I got up from the bed, and suddenly I felt a dazed in my mind. It seemed that I had forgotten something. Did someone visit the door last night? Just as I was thinking, I heard a sound outside the bedroom. Fatty Sun! A fat red face suddenly appeared in my mind. He was the one who came to kick the door last night!

When I walked out of the bedroom, Fatty Sun was sitting at the dining table very missing. There were two bowls of porridge on the table and a plate of chopped roast duck. When I came out, Fatty Sun was drinking no matter which bowl of porridge he was picking out a bone from the porridge and was smacking it in his mouth.

After seeing me come out, Fatty Sun pointed to the bowl of porridge opposite him and said with a smile: "Spicy, try my skills, Cantonese roast goose porridge, pepper and salt on the table, you can put it yourself."

After I looked back at the door, I confirmed something, yes, this is my home...

I looked at the white porridge full of goose bones, with a layer of oil on it. I really didn't have the appetite to drink this bowl of porridge. Now I remembered everything last night, so I should quickly change the topic and never remind him of it. Last night - I was preparing to say that I should have thrown him on the ground early this morning and covered it with only a layer of quilt: "Great Sage, next time you come to me, can you choose a day at dawn? You've been alarmed by my neighbors all over the middle of the night. Having said that, aren't your alcohol tolerance good? You've been drinking that old fried dough stick by you, and you can still drink it by a monk Xiao in his seventies?"

"Don't mention it." Fat Sun didn't use chopsticks, and grabbed a piece of roast goose on the plate and ate it. After he continued, he continued, "When I went to Lao Xiao's place yesterday, Hugo came back from preaching in the Northeast. I suspected that this guy was teaching at the local winery. When he came back, the local churchmates even sent him a box of donkeys. He knew that Lao Xiao was from Northeast China, so he sent it to him. Just in time I went to Lao Xiao to make a reconciliation, and he was so unlucky, and he went to the table with the opposite side."

Speaking of this, Fatty Sun smiled bitterly and looked at me and said, "Spicy, it's not my opinion. It's the first time I've grown up that I know what it feels like to drink too much. I didn't dare to drive even if I drink this kind of virtue. I originally wanted to walk home and sober up. On the way, I saw a wine shop run by my friend. I originally wanted to bring two bottles of foreign wine to take revenge, but I didn't know why I got to your house."

The more I heard, my mouth grew bigger and bigger: "You said Lao Xiao had poured you like this? I have seen Lao Xiao's alcohol tolerance. When I was a child, who got married in the village, Lao Xiao must have arrived early. I still remember his virtue. The old guy never took gifts and never went back if he didn't drink himself. Not to mention what my grandfather and the third uncle could drink, even my third aunt from afar could drink him under the table a few times. How could Lao Xiao drink you like this?"

"Don't mention, there were bad people last night..." Fatty Sun sighed depressedly, and then he started to get angry at the roast goose porridge in his hand.

I misunderstood what he meant: "You mean Lao Xiao is making trouble? Why are you?"

"Don't mention Lao Xiao, he may not be as good as me now." After Fatty Sun said this, he looked at me with a confused look. It seemed that something had come to his mouth, but he just couldn't say it. Just as I was thinking about whether I called to ask, Fat Sun suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "It's broken! I remembered it! When I left last night, Old Xiao quarreled and felt heartbroken. He asked Hugo to call 120 and call an ambulance. Now the old guy doesn't know whether it's life or death..."

At this time, I suddenly thought of something. Since Monk Xiao has not made a good deal, he has suffered both losses and has suffered any bad people. Fatty Sun saw my question and took the initiative to talk about what happened last night.

It turns out that the problem lies with Hugo. Yesterday he went to find Monk Xiao to make a reconciliation. When he saw that after the match was over and about to leave, he saw a blond foreigner holding a box of white wine and knocking on the door of Monk Xiao’s house.

This foreigner, Fatty Sun and Lao Xiao, both knew this. It was Nicholas Hugo, the former director of the third room of the polling bureau, who was abolished. Because of the identity of Director Hugo as a foreigner, his way out became a problem. Both the public security and the national security departments could not ask him, so Director Hugo could only commit himself to the church first. It means that the church will run everywhere and spread the gospel of God and his elders throughout China. Hugo enjoys this kind of life.

Unexpectedly, I would see the other party at Old Dao Xiao. Fatty Sun and Hugo were a little surprised. However, as far as the polling bureau is concerned, the people in the room are not outsiders. Fatty Sun and Hugo learn about each other's current situation, and then when it comes to the past of the polling bureau, several people were sighing.

After chatting for a while, it was time for supper. Maybe the transaction in Northeast China was done well. Monk Xiao rarely asked: "No one should leave tonight, we are all having dinner with me. Hugo just happened to bring wine. We will not return until we get drunk tonight."

Monk Xiao was a rare and generous one. He took out the sauce meat he bought two days ago from the refrigerator. After frying four eggs, he took another cucumber. Originally, there was a fish at home, but he thought it was too luxurious and he didn't cook it. So, at Lao Xiao's house, there was a rare "sourcing" dinner dish. Later, Fatty Sun always suspected that it was because someone gave him wine that Lao Xiao invited the guests. He said he was invited to drink, but the money for the wine was saved.

However, when pouring wine into Hugo's cup, the former director reached out to block it. Hugo smiled and looked at Fat Sun who was also looking at him and said, "Sun, I am a clergyman, and I cannot drink too much."

Hugo lifted it out so much that Fatty Sun could only give up. He could only drink with Monk Xiao, and Hugo drank tea with him. At first, Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao were not used to the strong wine of Northeast China, so they just poured themselves and drank slowly. But the foreigner who was looking around quickly persuaded him to drink.

"Sun, look, Xiao's glass has been finished. You still have so much wine. This is not good. If you are in a country like Russia, the people around you will think you are despising Xiao. Sun, if you are a man, you should drink the wine in the cup. Come on, the cup is just water. Are you still afraid of drinking water?" Fatty Sun gritted his teeth, and the donkey was stuffed into his stomach, and his stomach suddenly became turbulent.

"Xiao, have you seen it? Sun's glass is for you. You are an elderly person, so you should give him a cup of Sun. This is polite - this sip is not counted. Sun, if you are in Ireland and drink whiskey like this, you will be considered a person with moral problems. The wine you give him back cannot be less than the one you just now. I'll pour it for you. Look, that's all, Sun just drank so much."

"Sun, I suggest that the next glass of wine is for Mr. Gao Liang. Although I can't drink it, my heart spreads to heaven. Come, you can fill the wine and raise the glasses for our good friends - Gao. No, don't go up to the ground. The wine is toasted to the high above heaven. How can it be poured on the ground? If you drink it, the high above heaven will know."

After a while, there were only three or four bottles left in a box of stuffed donkeys. At this time, Hugo said in surprise: "God, you actually drank so much. It's not good to drink like this. Drinking should be a pastime, not to indulge in it..." Before he finished speaking, Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao pushed him away at the same time, covering their mouths and running towards the bathroom. I knew everything that followed. Fatty Sun came to my house to kick the door, and Monk Xiao almost went to the hospital.

After hearing Fatty Sun's words, I said very hard to understand and said, "Sage, you and Monk Xiao, the old and the young, will you almost vomit blood by Hugo? According to your temper and nature, it is cheap to not drink and vomit Hugo's blood." Speaking of this, I paused for a moment, as if I had figured out something: No, to be honest, do you two have any handles in Hugo's hands?"

Fatty Sun's expression was a little embarrassed. After pausing for a moment, he said, "It's not a handle. It's just that in the two years you were unconscious, there was a case in which Monk Xiao and I both owe the foreign monk the favor. It's not me that if the favor I owe was like Ouyang Panzuo, it wouldn't matter. If I don't pay it back, I won't pay it back. Hugo grabbed the hearts of Monk Xiao and I, and didn't mention what happened back then. He just tried to persuade me to drink seriously and gave in to me and Lao Xiao."

After hearing this, I was even more surprised. Fatty Sun continued to inquire: "Sage, I have been asleep for two years. In addition to the prison dismemberment case, what else happened? What can also be involved in Director Hugo, and is related to foreign religions?"
Chapter completed!