Laojiu’s old wine prose

My uncle has a hobby, he is greedy for drinking, and he likes to drink two taels by himself. I don’t know whether it’s lustful or not, and I wouldn’t dare to say it even if I knew it. What I dare say is that he is actually quite a shy person. I remember that when he came back from visiting relatives, he was already an officer with four pockets. When he saw people in our village, he would blush when he spoke. The reason may also be due to his name. His nickname is "Dog Duo", which means that dogs think he has too many dogs, so he is probably very naughty. We have a proverb there: seven or eight years old, even a dog is too young. What's wrong? I think he is redundant, I think he is annoying. Nowadays, everyone has become an officer, and everyone in the army calls him by his first name, an upright first name. If you suddenly give him a nickname, and it is a very vulgar, vulgar and indecent nickname, then It's a bit embarrassing. It's okay if your face doesn't turn red.

He also used a playful tone to expose my shortcomings when I was a child, which made me cry. When I cried, he got upset, so he secretly pinched my butt. The subtext is: let you cry, let you cry, let you cry enough! He said this with relish. He also revealed that I had the habit of wetting the bed when I was a child, and even urinated on him. I guess in his anger, my innocent butt was going to be screwed again.

The old uncle’s nickname is ugly, but he is really handsome. He is 1.85 meters tall. He is not outstanding among today’s young men, but among their generation, he is quite handsome. Air superiority. Coupled with the green military uniform and the bright red collar and cap badge, in the dilapidated countryside at that time, not to mention shining brightly, at least it attracted a lot of attention. Soon, he found my aunt. It is said that the people who were willing to introduce partners to him at that time were from a class close to the army establishment. This does not include those girls who secretly asked someone to come to him or came to him on their own pretexts. It was a bit aggressive and self-recommended. It is said that my later aunt was born this way.

Soon, the old uncle changed his job. The department he chose was very good at the time, the Grain Bureau, and soon he became the office director. First of all, he was born in the military and has a sense of righteousness in his bones. Even if he doesn't wear a military uniform, he still has a straight back. In addition, he can write a few strokes. This "several strokes" refers to his articles, but also includes his pen calligraphy and pen calligraphy. Therefore, he should be qualified to be an office director. At that time, his status in the family was the same as that of his aunt.

Soon, departments like the Grain Bureau became less popular. My uncle’s income was much lower than that of his aunt, and he lost his status in the family. It’s not that my aunt is ungrateful, unreasonable, or dissatisfied that my uncle doesn’t earn much, it’s mainly that my uncle values ??this very much – how can a grown man hold his head high even if he earns less than his wife? When I felt lost, I lost my temper, which made my aunt very impatient. It doesn't matter that you don't have the ability to make money, but you still have to live with five or six people in your family, and you are kicking around. Who will blame you? Even the younger generation always sided with my mother and ridiculed my poor old uncle. Therefore, the only way for the old uncle to relieve his worries was Du Kang.

As soon as the old uncle drank, his face became red and his neck became thick, and he forgot his original shy nature. When he met someone, he would gossip so much that it was overwhelming. With no one to talk to him, he would open his throat and sing loudly. His favorite song was an excerpt from the model opera "Taking Tiger Mountain by Wisdom": "A red star is placed on the head, the red flag of revolution hangs on both sides, and the dark clouds disperse at the point of the red flag." ..." My aunt taunted her. She drank three ounces of cat pee, and she didn't know how high the world was. His face is thicker than the city wall. I advised my aunt that my old uncle is still a literary and alcoholic man who only talks and sings. He is much better than those martial arts and wine maniacs. Besides, it's not bad for health to drink some wine and sing a few lines to let him vent. Auntie nodded and said, what my nephew said was good.

Every time I go back to my hometown from now on, I will bring him a box of locally produced Shazhou Youhuang, a delicious and nutritious rice wine. At first he couldn't get used to drinking it, but later he fell in love with it, one bottle at a time. After drinking it, he would sing, paraphrasing his familiar words: "A bottle of Sayu goes into your throat quickly, the blush of happiness hangs on both sides, your face is red and the clouds are blooming." ..."

I think that this kind of liquid can help my ordinary old uncle forget something and find something, which is a great kindness.