Chapter 534 (1/2)

I was so scared that I thought I hit someone.

But I'm very slow!

I was just about to get off when I pushed the door. An old lady knocked on my window and told me, ”girl, don't get off. You're a drunk! Maybe it's porcelain bumping. ”

I'm still thinking about who she is, and the drunk has rushed to me, pulling up the curtain with one hand and pinching my neck with the other.

But the window curtain had been opened by me, and a huge oil painting of a woman appeared in front of me. I was a little familiar with the woman in the portrait.

Just opened, I heard his voice roaring behind me: ”don't move!”

I was very curious. Seeing that the drunk was drinking, I went over and gently lifted the curtain.

I saw a pair of curtains on one wall of the living room. According to the principle, this wall should have no windows. What's behind the curtains?

He said he had a wife just now, so he must love his wife very much.

The decoration here is very feminine. It doesn't match the drunk.

I went around the living room and sipped the wine.

I've always been very alert, but I'm not very alert to this bearded drunk.

I can't do anything, I can only drink with him in silence.

He looks very sad. He must have a story, and it's a very sad story.

The man drank wine quietly and did not speak, so he poured it into his mouth.

But drunk people will wake up, so there will be people who drink too much. When they wake up, they will drink again, and when they are drunk, they will go to sleep.

Maybe it's the side effect of short-term amnesia caused by drinking, which will make people forget a lot of troubles in real life.

I took a sip of the wine. It's really bad. I don't know why people like it so much.

He drinks like boiled water. Even if he drinks so much water, he will die.

He suddenly laughed and ignored me. He picked up the bottle and filled his glass, then poured it into his mouth.

I raised my glass: ”no matter what sad things you have, drinking can't solve any problems. Drinking can hurt your health!”

I was startled, but he was the biggest drunk, so I changed a chair.

”Your chair belongs to my wife.”

Well, I put the glass in my hand back and replaced it. I poured half a glass for myself. Just as I was about to sit down, he said.

”Ah.” I looked down and there was no difference between the two glasses.

I took the glass to him and was about to pour it when he suddenly said, ”that glass belongs to my wife.”

I went to his kitchen and found two wine glasses. The best crystal glasses are very beautiful and clean. Either the drunkard's life is taken care of, or he loves to be clean and doesn't forget to clean up when he's drunk.

In fact, I'm a little nosy. I don't know him. What does it matter to me whether he drinks or dies?

He didn't persuade me either. He threw away my hand and then poured it into his mouth. I pressed his hand hastily: ”OK, OK, I'll drink with you, I'll drink with you.”

I looked at him and said, ”I'm not very good at drinking. I'll take one.”

”Bring me a cup.”

I rushed to grab it: ”Hey, big brother, if you drink like this, you will drink yourself to death soon.”