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Drinking in Kangding is both enjoyable and harmful to the body. When the wine is served, no one is on guard, just fill the cup yourself and then drink it. When the wine bottles were scattered in piles at their feet, everyone was in a high place of nothingness, letting themselves go until their eyes were dim and their tongues were stiff. Then they stumbled home, like a snow leopard lying down to heal. It would take a full day or two for the stomach and liver to return to the state they were accustomed to. I often feel that the mediocre repetition of daily life is more terrifying than the physical discomfort, because several friends always invite me to drink again when I feel better, and no one refuses unless it is absolutely necessary. When they called me over the weekend, I was painting a poster in my office, with paint on my hands, and I was so excited when I answered the call. We met at a barbecue stall next to Love Song Square and ordered a lot of beer.

Written by Yin Xiangdong, it is one of the "Book Series of Contracted Writers of Bajin Institute of Literature". This book is a collection of novellas, including "Winter Love", "Watching Movies with Yuxiu", "Dinner", "Pastoral Characters", "Too Far Apart", "Sleep in the City" and other novels.

My father burst into the house excitedly carrying a piece of meat and a few vegetables. As soon as my mother put the rice on the plate, the pressure cooker kept making a chirping sound. "What's the matter? Buying meat again." Mother said. "I met Song Yu, and she said she would be back for dinner soon." The father kicked the door shut with his foot and walked towards the kitchen as he spoke. Mother followed them to the kitchen, where they happily prepared dinner. A plate of sliced ​​fungus meat, a plate of shredded potatoes, and a large bowl of tomato and egg soup. My mother and I both sat down, and my father rubbed his hands and sat down as well, pouring 60-degree Jiangjin liquor into the cup.