My 1979

It's cold outside, and it's not very warm inside. Li He directly ordered a few dishes and then said to Li Aijun: "Is the temperature high today?"

Li Aijun put the crutch in his hand on the ground, took off his wet clothes, and nodded in agreement.

"Fat Li, give me two bottles of Lao Baifen!" Li He shouted to the restaurant owner.

"Isn't this a bit of a waste?" Li He's shout made Li Aijun feel a little uncomfortable. Shanxi Lao Baifen is still very expensive, and most people are reluctant to drink it. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But when the wine came, he was no longer polite and unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured himself a glass.

Li Aijun's face suddenly became hot as the hot and powerful Fenjiu went into his throat. Before he could wait for the food to be served, he had to drink the water in the glass in front of him to make his mouth feel less burning.

"Fat Li, come here, give me a cold plate!" Li He smiled and called to the counter not far away, and then said: "There is enough wine, don't drink in such a hurry, or I will have to carry you out later." .”

"This wine is really delicious!" Li Aijun stuck out his tongue, but his whole body was warm at this time. It seems that good wine is good wine, and it deserves its reputation. Then he continued, "Xiao Li, to be honest, don't you not like to hear it?" , your age does not match your personality, and you seem to be able to see through life and death. I climbed down from the pile of corpses on the battlefield, and I will give you a sentence: the prime of life will not come back again, and it will be difficult to wake up again. Come and continue drinking. "

"Come on, come on, touch it!" Li He raised his cup and took a sip without answering Li Aijun's words. Yes, he is experiencing life again. Why should he suppress himself so deliberately? Why can't he live an easy adolescence? This was the case in his previous life. If you are so depressed, if you are depressed again in this life, wouldn't it be like being reborn in vain? Why should you suppress yourself? I am a person who has died once again, so there is nothing else I can look away from. People are not frivolous and waste their youth.

After thinking about this, Li He suddenly smiled and let everything take its course, following the instinct of adolescence.

The rain outside was suddenly much heavier than before, and the people on the street were running more hurriedly. Some were wearing raincoats and riding bicycles, while others were holding umbrellas and staggering forward in the wind and rain.

In the street in the rain, a sloppy old man with patches all over his body was standing in a corner, trembling all over. Then he raised his head from time to time and looked at the sky, which was spitting out rainwater.

"Cold, it's really too cold." The old man exhaled a breath of cold air with a helpless expression. Suddenly, there was a burst of curses from behind: "Where did you come from, old beggar? Get out of here, it stinks!"

The curser was a fat old woman. The old man moved helplessly. The old woman seemed to have done it on purpose. The umbrella that had been closed suddenly opened with a bang. As a result, all the cold rainwater on the umbrella splashed directly onto the old man's face. face.

"You!" The old man was a little excited, but in the end he was speechless.

In the tavern, after Li He and Li Aijun finished another bottle of Lao Bai Fen, they no longer felt cold all over. There was still one bottle left. Li He wanted to open it and continue, but Li Aijun refused to drink any more. , and said that if it doesn’t rain tomorrow morning, he will have to go out to set up a stall, and he can’t drink anymore.

"How much money can I make by setting up a bullshit stall?" I don't know if Li He drank too much, but this sentence suddenly came out so abruptly.

Li Aijun's eyes flickered, and after a brief silence, he suddenly murmured in a low voice: "If I don't set up a stall, what can I do if I don't set up a stall... ha?"

Li Aijun stood up with a sad expression, swayed on crutches, and rushed directly to the threshold, more agile than normal people.

"Old, Old Li, I'll come again next time!" Li He hurriedly chased out...

Wow! Wow!

As soon as Li He opened the door, he was faced with a strong cold wind, and the rain outside was getting heavier.

"Damn it!" Li He cursed angrily, and then hurriedly looked for Li Aijun's figure. But at this time, apart from the showers falling from the sky, there was no figure of Li Aijun anywhere on the street. Li He thought to himself, how far can he run with a cane.

"Drink, drink and ruin things, damn, drink and ruin things!" Li He cursed continuously.

"Ouch!" A weak cry came from the distance.

In the rain curtain, Li He seemed to see a figure falling to the ground. He thought Li Aijun had drunk too much, so he directly held up the umbrella in his hand and ran forward.

When he approached and found a stranger who was soaked to the skin, Li He did not turn around and leave immediately. Instead, he walked forward and squatted down.

"Uncle, uncle?" Li He shook the old man's arm. The old man quickly turned his face away. The rain washed the old man's face, but the old man shouted something that Li He would remember forever.

"I'm hungry, boy, do well, I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry..."

Li He saw the old man huddled and shivering in the rain, and an unknown fire suddenly lit up in his heart.

"Uncle, wake up, uncle, I will take you to eat right now, eat good food!" Li He yelled. The old man who was originally very weak, maybe because of Li He's words, actually followed Li He's words. Tuofu slowly stood up.

"Thank you, thank you!" the old man kept saying, then he lay on Li He's back and ran towards Lao Li's Hotel not far away.

"Oh, why are you back again!" We are already old acquaintances. The restaurant owner thought that Li He came back to give him money for the meal, so he was about to say something pretentious, but was interrupted by Li He immediately: " Fatty, is there hot water quickly?"

Only then did Lao Li clearly see someone lying on Li He's back.

"You, you, come here!" As soon as Li He put the old man down on his back, his boss pulled him aside.

"You, how did you meet him?" The boss looked at the old man who was lying on the chair and panting from a distance with a mysterious and careful look.

Li He found it a bit funny, so he briefly told the story of how he met the old man in the rain. Maybe it was because of the stimulation of alcohol or because he had just suffered from the cold outside, and the stamina of the alcohol suddenly hit him.

He pushed the store owner away and rushed towards the kitchen in the back.

The shop owner didn't give up but followed him directly: "Hey! I know you are rich, but I still want to say, stay away from that old man!"

"Why, vomit~!" As soon as Li He vomited one word, he felt his stomach churning, and he vomited directly into the bucket.

"Okay, okay, you vomit first, and I'll go out first!" The sour smell in the air finally made the shop owner unbearable.

After a while, the nausea in the back of my throat gradually subsided. The boy in the kitchen handed him a bowl of noodle soup. Li He smiled slightly, said thank you, and started drinking heavily.

When he came out of the kitchen, he found that the old man had wiped his face. Except that his clothes were a little messy and shabby, his energy was suddenly much better than before.

"Uncle, what do you want to eat?" Li He asked the old man.

The old man said: "Just drink the rest of Lao Baifen on this table. Please give me another bowl of white rice."

"Haha, what's the old man's food?" Li He thought that the old man was saving money for himself, but before he could figure it out, he was shocked by what the old man said.

"Cooking? Is that what they cook called cooking?" the old man said in a strange tone.