The city walls of Xi'an have a special charm. When it was cool at night, Old Man Xin and I sat and drank.
There was water in the wine, and I cursed the old man Xin while drinking it.
He didn't say anything and just scolded me.
When I came to Xi'an, Old Man Xin was a wine seller and everyone scolded him, but people still bought his wine.
Because, because he is cheap, those people are just like me, drinking his wine and scolding old man Xin.
There was a red lantern hanging above the building. The red lantern was drunk and scolded the old man.
People scold you, but you don't get angry.
I should scold.
Old man Xin's face was cut in half by the night, and the other half was hidden from me.
The rain in Xi'an never stops, like beads that have become untied, falling down with a splash, falling to the ground, smashing, and the soft mud becomes lively in an instant, and the mud hits people.
Old man Xin went downstairs to close the stall, and one of his feet was sloping, and the other foot was limping along with his work.
Old Man Xin once had a lover named Lao Yan, who was the number one in Qingfang House. That woman was a weirdo, she wouldn't follow anyone but Old Man Xin who was missing half of his face.
Intention: Accept your own ordinaryness. Sometimes it is not something you give up, it is life that smoothes the edges.