That afternoon, I was very sad, but I could not find the reason.
Outside the school wall, there is a small east room rented by a classmate. There is a bed and a student desk. The bedside is painted light blue and the table is orange. The window faces south, the window frame is sky blue, and there is an alley outside the window. Turn right after the alley faces the previous section, leading to another alley. The other alley goes out, which is a road. On the west side of the road is Yicheng Labor Service Company, on the south side is Yicheng People's Congress, and on the north side is Liugou River, which is as thin as silk thread and meanders eastward.
There is a small side door on the east side of this small building, which leads to the playground of Yicheng No.4 Middle School.
End up in front of a white enamel tea urn, there is a half jar of white wine, next to the bottle, light blue bottle, Baotou Erguotou white wine produced in the early years, with a yellow camel painted on the bottle, two ears covered with sorghum, and a line of traditional:
Produced by Baotou local state-owned brewery in Inner Mongolia.
Staring at this bottle of wine for a long time, I touched the little hero sitting opposite. Xiaojie, with delicate facial features and fair face, wore a black and blue tunic suit, which was sewn with cheap materials that were popular at that time but I couldn't name them, and was very popular among students.
Xiaojie took a sip of his, frowning and cooling.
I picked it up, took a long drink and drank it hard. At first, I felt like I took a long drink of cold water and gasped and swallowed it. I struck a match in my stomach and lit a pile of firewood. The fire burned more and more brightly, gradually burning from the stomach to the head and from the head to the stomach.
The wine in those days was really strong, and I got drunk as a teenager in one bite. I shook my head, dull and dull. People and things are far away in front of me. I feel trapped in the deep water, and the little hero across the street speaks as if he were floating from the sky above the water.
Actually, this is not my first time to drink.
The first time was in the fifth grade of primary school, and I went to my uncle's printing and stationery store during the winter vacation. At that time, the printing factory was called a state-owned printing factory, and uncle was a clerk of the printing factory. He is so thin that he has stood in front of the counter all his life. At that time, the printing house was still selling paper and fire money. The workshop pulled a knife and a knife of hemp paper. Grandpa stood in front of the counter and knocked out the copper coins in the outer ring with iron ingots one by one. A knife of ordinary paper became money.
At that time, there was no second paper, fire and money shop in Yicheng, which means there was only one uncle here. Someone wants to buy more paper money, and uncle is not happy. He screamed, "Come on, come on, buy less, burn the dead and coax the ghosts." . The buyers are all smiling, waiting for them and dawdling. The old man was impatient and took out a pile of paper money and put it on the counter. There is something wrong with his mouth. Too much trouble ... it seems that he left such a thick stack of real money on the counter.
The counter is made of cement and polished for a long time. Outside the counter are sporadic shoppers, and inside is an uncle. A cement counter wrapped in years has given people inside and outside a completely different identity.
Everyone standing at the counter at that time was very proud. This is a kind of status and identity. Because there were not many counters at that time, only those state-owned stores would have counters. The man standing at the counter felt a little arrogant when he saw the customer. When the customer asks, he answers, without asking or answering, like a hermit with deep cultivation. Today, decades later, the situation seems to be just the opposite.
More than twenty years ago, when I was twelve or thirteen years old, I went to the shop where my uncle stood at the counter. At that time, grandpa was smiling, beaming and in a good mood. He took out a bottle of wine from under the counter. When I saw it, it was Baotou Erguotou, and he took out a cup of three or four dollars. He poured out the Baotou Erguotou from the pot, saying that it had been hidden for more than ten years. I saw that the wine poured out before was light yellow and a little strong. I picked up the first cup and drank it in one gulp. My uncle asked me what it was, and my answer was sweet. He smiled and poured the second cup, I drank another cup, which was still sweet, and then I drank the third cup. After drinking three cups, my uncle stopped drinking, saying he was afraid of getting drunk. I licked my lips and still felt My Sweetie.
Wine is not drunk for nothing. My uncle gave me the task of carrying a sack of chicken feed to their home by bike. It doesn't seem difficult. Got on the pure black flying pigeon bike and left.
When I walked near the hardware company on Wang Fu Road, I couldn't do it. The sky suddenly turned, the handlebar twisted to one side and suddenly tilted up, and the sack of chicken feed carried on the back seat immediately fell to the ground.
People come and go. At that time, there were no cars in Yicheng, only people and bicycles. I looked at the people passing by and felt myself grinning uncontrollably. Look at the sky, high in the orchid, and look at the yard of the hardware company. Several trees stand quietly in spring.
I don't know what happened to me. It suddenly occurred to me that I had just drunk three glasses of wine, accounting for one tenth of that bottle of wine. If the wine has been hidden for at least fifteen years, I have drunk at least one fifteenth of a year. Although this amount probably only accounts for a long time, how can I afford it with a few years?
The location of the hardware company is only one road away from the state-owned printing plant. My uncle standing in front of the shop saw me standing on the street giggling, and quickly came to help drive the car away and put the sack back in the back seat with me. He is still smiling. I don't know why he was in such a good mood that day Is it because this bottle of wine that has been hidden for more than ten years has finally completed the process of closed-door cultivation, and he has finally seen the light of day?
At that time, Yicheng was small, so I got on the bus again and arrived at my uncle's house in a few minutes.
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A person can't drink wine that has been hidden for more than ten years several times in his life. Time is too limited, long is for children.
Few people have the patience to hide a bottle of wine for more than ten years.
Nowadays, wines are generally blended, with the shape and taste of wine, but without the texture and strength of wine. You can drink one bottle, but it's much less mellow and heavy.
A lot of time in the past, bit by bit, just like those three glasses of wine that have been cellared for many years, inadvertently intoxicated you, but with a long aftertaste.
Now time flies, but the wine taste of time is getting weaker and weaker.