One time when we went to dinner, when we were just sitting down and about to order, a man about 40 years old at the next table had already finished ordering. We only heard him say to the waiter: "Let's settle the bill first." Waiter: " We eat first and pay later." The man said, "

One time we went to dinner, and when we were just sitting down to order, a man in his 40s at the next table had already finished ordering. We only heard him say to the waiter: "Let's settle the bill first." Waiter: "We eat first and pay later." The man said: "I will definitely drink too much in a while. If I drink too much, I won't be able to pay the bill. Let's pay first." The young waiter felt a little surprised and took the money. Maybe He also pursed his lips and smiled when he joked. I was still thinking that maybe he had made an appointment with friends and was going to get drunk. However, when our grilled fish came, he was still alone, with a bottle of white wine and a wine glass, and the food on the table was almost untouched. . Since we were also chatting about work at the time, we didn’t pay too much attention to him later. I don’t know when he left the restaurant or whether he was drunk. About an hour later, we had a good meal and said goodbye to the client. When we were walking back to the company, I saw him again, rolling around on the road alone, sometimes mumbling to himself and sometimes laughing. . Fortunately, the road he was on was a small road, and at noon, there wasn't a lot of traffic, otherwise he wouldn't have known what danger might have occurred. I saw some old people pointing and someone calling the police, so we didn’t stay any longer.

I told my colleagues on the way that the man was sitting next to us for dinner, and he was indeed drunk. My colleague was puzzled, so I explained: I heard him say that he would definitely be drunk, and then asked: Didn’t you hear that? Colleague: I didn’t notice it. He must be a wine-mongering . He knows that he won’t be able to hold on to wine. He doesn’t know what’s so good about wine.

I smiled and looked for other topics, because in my opinion: he is definitely not a drunkard. Not only his gentle temperament at the beginning, but also because he was afraid of causing trouble to the waiter and checked out in advance, and he ordered several dishes. Judging from the fact that he is not a heavy drinker, he may just hope Drunk people. I don’t know what kind of setbacks he suffered. Maybe it was family, maybe work, or something else that was very important to him. He must have been in unbearable pain and discomfort, and wanted to vent his frustration by getting drunk. At that time, I just sympathized with him and hoped that he could get out of the haze quickly, but I didn't quite understand his approach. Being drunk is very harmful to the body, and waking up is uncomfortable. It's also a way to vent, so why not choose other methods? , such as singing loudly, running and sweating, or climbing to the top of the mountain and shouting loudly. Time flies and I no longer think so, because after experiencing the joy, I just want to drink and get drunk, and other ways are meaningless to me.

I will soon enter middle age. No, I should say that I have already entered middle age. My life experience is getting richer and richer, and I encounter more and more things, even if it is love and hate, even if there is separation between yin and yang. I've been through it all. Now I can no longer pretend to be depressed as a teenager. I grit my teeth and persist in everything. I forget who told me: As long as I am still alive, I have to live and work hard, even if there are tears in my heart. Greet others with a smile. I no longer regard my friends as trash cans, because I have found that there is no empathy. Your pain can only bring unhappiness to your relatives and provide people around you with something to talk about, and you will gain nothing. Nowadays, I pretend to be happy and let others think that I am living a good life. Sometimes when my heart is too painful, I drink two more drinks, get drunk, vomit desperately, and have a headache, because I only suffer from physical pain. It was only after the pain that I realized that my heart didn't hurt so much anymore.

For those who are sad, instead of saying that what we drink is a glass of wine, it is better to say that what we drink is a glass of sad tears. This glass makes us grin sourly, and the sour tears flow freely. We are so sour that we don’t even know what we are talking about. I hope Don't understand this.