Cold dishes, dumplings, old wine.

The old and the young talked about wine, and Teacher Huang was completely reduced to a "light bulb". In addition to consuming and drinking, he was still consuming and drinking. In fact, he couldn't even get what Lin Yi and the old man said, and he didn't have enough knowledge reserves.

The old man began to become interested in Lin Yi, so he began to take the exam seriously. Lin Yi read books and refuted them well, and he could remember them well, but he answered them smoothly.

The old man asked a lot of questions. He thought Lin Yi would be more difficult to answer, but he didn't expect that Lin Yi would answer them all. In some places, he had his own unique opinions and insights, which made the old man look up to him again.

In fact, in addition to being knowledgeable and powerful, if Lin Yi had not absorbed a lot of knowledge from old books by relying on his supernatural powers during this period, he would not have been able to deal with the old man's various tricky and weird questions.

Time passed slowly, and in the end, the old man felt that the chat was almost done, so he asked the last question in his heart: "Lin Yi, which university did you graduate from, which major do you study?"

In the old man's opinion, even if Lin Yi was not in that kind of particularly awesome university, he would not have such a rich knowledge and literacy.

Lin Yi's answer was straightforward: "I graduated from high school!"

Puchi!

The old man almost squirted out the old wine he had drunk in his mouth.

No matter which aspect of the school he took, Lin Yi's knowledge content was not just high school students. Especially the questions asked by the old man just now were only answered by junior college students in Chinese studies. If what he said was true, how could those real college students live?

Lin Yi didn't expect that he would have such a big reaction when he said he was a high school student, but he was used to being looked down upon. In the past, when he applied for a job, the college students and recruiters next to him would look at him with strange eyes, as if "high school students" these days are like "grass mud horses".

Lin Yi has seen many laughter, sarcasm, contempt. But he never regrets it. So what about high school students? So what about colleges? Society is just a university, where you can still learn and practice.

I am a high school student and I am no worse than anyone else.

Don’t belittle yourself, don’t be sad or sigh.

I raised my head and chest, I am innocent and honest. May I ask, where is the low-level person?

The old man seemed to realize that he seemed to be a little out of control and was about to say something to ease it, when Teacher Huang suddenly said, "You have said a lot, do you want to have a drink?" He raised his cup first.

There are only a few details, which is about people like Huang.

...

A box of white wine was quickly finished, and most of it was put on the belly of Teacher Huang and the old man with red nose. Lin Yi drank very little, at most two taels.

In other words, Lin Yi did not count. The old man and coach Huang drank about three kilograms of white wine alone, and the amount of alcohol was amazing.

In history, Liu Ling, the most capable person, claimed to be "one drink, one hu, five tumblers of deodorant", and was vague and difficult to convince people. Moreover, the weights and measures in ancient times were much smaller than today. The commentary of "Zuo Zhuan? Xianggong's Seventeenth Year" says: "In ancient times, one hu 120 pounds, one tumble 12 pounds." If calculated according to the current standards, one 120 pounds of rice wine can be used to take a bath. Even if Liu Ling opened a big mouthful, he could not finish it all at once.

But those are all legends, and Lin Yi has seen people who can really drink this time.

At this moment, there were basically no people in the entire dumpling restaurant. A waitress looked at them with grievance, sat aside, and from time to time looked at the clocks hanging on the walls.

It's past nine o'clock in the evening.

Lin Yi knew that his desk had delayed people getting off work.

Teacher Huang seemed a little drunk, with a blushing face and a thick neck, and a mouth full of alcohol. The old man's alcohol tolerance was even greater than anyone else. He looked a little drunk and he was still picking his teeth comfortably.

When it was time to check out, the old man put down his toothpick, touched his pocket, and then touched his pants pocket. Then he said to Lin Yi with a somewhat unnatural expression: "Sorry, young man, I'm anxious to come out and forgot to bring the money."

The waitress waiting for the checkout next to her rolled her eyes. She had seen such people for a lot of people, and she was a typical example of eating free food. She just didn't meet someone who was so old and too unfair.

Lin Yi doesn't care, "It doesn't matter, I'll treat you, I'll get back next time I have the chance."

The old man smiled, then looked at the empty wine bottle under the table, and said, "What a great wine, it's a pity that it's gone-away--" and then looked at Lin Yi again and said, "You are not a good person. You invite me this time, and I will invite you next time I meet you." After that, he picked up the cut cucumber section on the table, took a bite, hummed a little song and walked out.

Lin Yi and Huang sent him away. The old man didn't ride an electric bike, but he rode a 28-flying pigeon bicycle. Lin Yi had seen this kind of bicycle in the freakish market. Unexpectedly, there are still people riding this one now, which is too antique.

The old man bit the cucumber segment, pushed the bicycle, waved his hand to say goodbye to Lin Yi and the others, and then slowly disappeared into the night.

Looking at the old man's back, Teacher Huang suddenly turned around and said to Lin Yi: "Can you ask for something?"

Lin Yi: "You said---"

"Give me another pound of dumplings."

Lin Yi: “…”

...

Teacher Huang’s home is near Minzhu Street, not far from the dumpling restaurant, so after he and Lin Yi separated, he went home directly.

However, when he arrived at the door of the house, Teacher Huang did not open the door and went upstairs, but came to a nearby convenience store. When the aunt of the convenience store saw him, she said angrily: "You are back. Your mother is too difficult to serve. She pulls and urinates, making my house smelly. Even if I give me 100 yuan a day, I won't do it!"

Teacher Huang didn't say anything. He had heard too much of this. Every time he went out, he would beg someone to take care of me. It started at twenty yuan a day, then it turned into thirty yuan and fifty yuan. It was almost eighty yuan now, but people were still complained about it.

There is no way. After my mother was paralyzed, she had to serve her food, drink, defecation and urination. She was even more indispensable for wiping her shit and peeing. She was not even willing to do such dirty work, let alone those who came temporarily.

Teacher Huang sighed, carried the old lady who was slumped on the chair, carried the dumplings in one hand, and said, "Let's go, mom, let's go home----I'll put dumplings for you to eat."

The old lady opened her mouth and made a syllable difficult to issue: "Okay."

Seeing Teacher Huang leave with my mother on her back, the neighbor aunt looked so angry that she picked up a rag and tried hard to wipe the place where the old lady was lying.

Carrying my mother on my back, Teacher Huang walked up the stairs step by step, and above it was the attic where he lived.

The old lady lay on him and said with difficulty: "You... have you...drink?"

Teacher Huang: "Yes, mom, my son made a friend today, he is different from those before..."

Old lady: "That...that's good."

At this moment, Teacher Huang felt a heat on his back, and a heat flowed down his back.

The old lady looked like a child who did something wrong: "I...I didn't, couldn't help it, and I peed again."

Teacher Huang, who had long been used to this situation, did not stop at all and said, "It's okay, mom, just pee, don't hold it in, just wash your son's clothes."

Yes, this is the summer, and it will be fine after a little washing. Unlike in the winter, you often can't get rid of the smell of urine no matter how hard you wash it, and you often don't have dry cotton coats.

After finally getting upstairs, Teacher Huang put my mother on a bamboo chair on the balcony. The bamboo chair was specially made and people could lie on it, like a cool mat.

A shelf supported by bamboo poles is set around the balcony, with loofah planted with loofah. The loofah vines are wrapped around the bamboo rack, forming a natural shade. The breeze blows at night, accompanied by the green smell of loofah, making people feel very comfortable.

Next to the loofah shed is a wooden stake used for high-level practice of kung fu. The wooden stake looks very old, especially the traces on several short arms. It can be seen that some people often practice, and the slap is smooth and shiny, revealing a faint light under the reflection of the moonlight.

The entire balcony is small, but the view is very wide.

On this side, Teacher Huang had already put the dumplings in the pot, and the dumplings were rolling in the boiling water.

When it was almost done, I took it out and served half a bowl. Teacher Huang took out the vinegar plate and some vinegar water and brought it out. He remembered clearly that my mother used to like dumplings dipped in vinegar.

...

"Ah, by the way, just eat it slowly, don't choke." Teacher Huang looked like coaxing a child, and the old lady opened her mouth and ate the dumplings with difficulty.

Teacher Huang looked serious and careful, not as rude as usual. If he was usually a big man holding a knife, then he was now an embroidered girl.

He feeds his mother one dumpling and one dumpling.

The lamb kneels on his breasts, and the crow feeds back.

He doesn't understand these great principles.

Teacher Huang only knew that when he was young, he was washed by my mother when he was peeing, and when he was sick, he was fed by me. If he could grow so strong, he was pulled by my mother with shit and urine - it was that simple.

"Mom, I'll sing a song for you." Seeing that my mother was having fun, Teacher Huang was also very happy. He needed to vent after drinking too much, so he sang--

Maybe I will never come back if I say goodbye

Do you understand or not

Maybe I will not get up again

Do you still have to look forward to it forever

If so, don't be sad

Our bloody charm on the land of our motherland

If so, don't be sad

On the land of our motherland, we have the charm of blood...

The hoarse voice and the passionate melody rippled in the starry sky of the night.

Teacher Huang didn’t know why he sang this song. In the past, he would only have a song happily after drinking with his closest comrades, but now, he really wants to sing...

Thousands of cups are easy to get drunk,

It is hard to find a confidant.
Chapter completed!