Chapter 28 Meng Po Soup 2

Sometimes, our efforts are like shitting. After working hard for a long time, we wait for fart. - Zhang Deshuai's quotation

Saturday, July 30, 2011

The familiar room and the familiar scene are still a familiar old man crawling on the table and sleeping soundly. The room is full of familiar wine. The only difference is that there is a big bowl in front of the old man. This bowl is enough to hold more than a catty of water, and there are several eye-catching words engraved on the side of the bowl: "You should drink a lot, and three bowls are not enough."

Such three bowls, not to mention that Li Bai can't go to the post, even Wu Song only has to get drunk.

Seeing that Li Bai was still asleep and couldn't make a silent gesture, the three of us stood in the room obediently, quietly waiting for Li Bai to wake up from his sleep.

Time passes slowly, just like a man standing outside the toilet on a crowded train with his legs between his legs. It's so long and flustered.

After a while, Li Bai moved and said, "I was born to be useful. I don't care if I can drink two taels and drink more than half a catty?" After saying that, there was a loud hiccup, and the wine in the room was even more.

"Lao Li, what a good poem. It seems that Mr. Li is really happy and angry now. I admire Xiao Sa. Don't mind being busy and complimenting him.

Li Bai opened his sleepy eyes, stared at him blindly, and his eyes did not move. He asked drunkly, "What's the matter?"

"Lao Li, you are really brilliant. Whether in numbers or letters, you always rank second." I praised Li Bai half flatteringly and half sarcastic.

"Second, is the first brother Zimei? Also, what are the letters? Can I drink them?" Li Bai asked in a daze. It seems that he has drunk a little too much today and hasn't woken up yet. In Li Bai's worldview, knowing something is to see if he can drink it.

Li Bai asked, obviously he had never learned a foreign language. Such a person must not pass CET-4. How can he find a job? It seems that it is necessary to learn a foreign language. At least, you should understand that there is a difference between "getout" and "getoff". Otherwise, don't take advantage of you and you're still talking about Ali Gado.

"It's not Du Fu, but an unknown person. He has a poem, which is very well written: 'Looking at Mount Tai from afar, it is dark, and the top is thin and the bottom is thick. If you turn Mount Tai upside down, the lower head is thin and the upper head is thick.' ( Excerpted from Xiaokun Poetry Banknote, this collection of poems is very good to read. Xiaokun is Zhang Zongchang, and the word Xiaokun.) There are not many poems I can recall, except for the "Goose Goose", which is this "Journey to Mount Tai".

Li Bai brushed his beard and nodded while listening: "Well, it's very good. It's very simple, realistic, and rich in imagination, at least three plus numbers. Why didn't I think of upside down Mount Tai?" As he spoke, Li Bai took the sea bowl in front of him as a comparison.

literati like to praise each other. If you give me a "pear flower", I will give you a "lamb"; if not, I will give you a sentence, "Dreams fall on the grassland, and the moon often hangs in the sky." Very wet and coquettish.

Li Bai finished drawing with a bowl, slapped the table and said loudly, "With such a good poem today, it should float a lot of white." After saying that, he took out a wine gourd from his waist. The three bronzing characters of "Wuliangye" are written on the gourd, but the word "five" is a little grassy.

"Lao Li, please drink slowly. We are here for business. Sa careless watched Li Bai pour wine into his "three bowls" bowl again and hurried forward to stop it. He wanted to reach out and block it, but he only made a false action in the air, which was very worried.

"What's the matter?" Li Bai put down the wine gourd. Because the wine had been poured out by him, the wine only flooded the bottom of the bowl. Li Bai turned his head and shouted inside, "Xiao Cui, Xiao Cui."

Listening to a series of promises, a middle-aged man in his forties came out soon. His appearance really held the whole audience. Because we saw Cui Yongyuan.

"Cui Yongyuan? Xiao Cui?" My brain is obviously short-circuited. This is too sudden. I was watching his news two days ago, but I didn't expect to see him here. Does he also play time travel?

Who is Cui Yongyuan? My name is Cui Hu. In the future, everyone will call me Xiao Cui. The middle-aged man said with a kind face. Obviously, he is a civil servant who is still on probation. Because those who have a good attitude towards you will always be in the probation period.

"It turns out that you are Cui Hu. The song 'I don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.' Cui Hu. I have always liked this poem very much. I have admired it for a long time. Regardless of holding Cui Hu's hand, he shook it.

The underworld is good, and it's good to meet a celebrity. This is the real celebrity effect. No wonder everyone finally came to the underworld. It turned out that they came to see celebrities.

"When you smile, this is what happened when you were young and impulsive. Director, what can I do for you?" Cui Hu looked at Li Bai respectfully, bending slightly, and his back seemed to be slightly hunched.

Li Bai didn't say anything, just pointed to it unhappily. Obviously, I feel that the intimacy attitude towards Cui Hu just now has affected the authority of his deputy director.

Cui Hu looked at Li Bai nervously, turned around and asked, "What are you doing here?"

I don't care about the purpose of our visit this time. It seems very mysterious to point at the sloppy ghost for a while and me for a while.

Cui Hu nodded while listening to the explanation, and didn't know whether he really understood or pretended to understand. Regardless of what happened after one sentence was said for ten minutes, Cui Hu also nodded for ten minutes. When he finished talking, Cui Hu was still there and kept nodding.

"It's over?" Cui Hu heard that there was no sound for a long time. He looked at it and asked doubtfully.

"Well, it's over." Answer sincerely.

Cui Hu nodded again, and this time he seemed to really understand. Whether he knows it or not, only God knows whether he knows it or not.

Cui Hu came over at me. When he arrived at me, he stopped and asked me, "Is it you?" It seems that his head was white just now.

I shook my head and pointed to the sloppy. Cui Hu nodded again and walked towards the sloppy ghost.

"What's your last name? Where did you come from? How many people are in the family? How many acres of land per capita? How many cows are there in the field? Cui Hu asked the sloppy ghost. The sloppy asked for unknown reasons. The sloppy man stared at Cui Hu with a black face and didn't know how to answer. Where is the land now? Where are the cows in the field?

Cui Hu felt that he had asked a little too much and pretended to cough to cover up his unfamiliar business. After clearing his throat, he asked the sloppy's age, place of origin, birth time and time of death. After the sloppy guy answered, Cui Hu began to nod again, and then threw down the sentence "wait for you" and returned to the house.

"How can I relieve my worries? Only Du Kang!" Li Bai suddenly shocked us. It's really amazing to talk, and it's so scary that people are pissed off. It turned out that Li Bai finished the wine at the bottom of the bowl, and now he is licking the drops of wine left in the bottom of the bowl.

When he finished adding the wine at the bottom of the bowl, he picked up the wine gourd, raised his head, opened his mouth, and picked up the wine drops dripping from the wine gourd. It was not until there was really no drop of wine that he threw the wine gourd aside and looked at us pitifully. That look is very similar to Xiaoji's.

Although I didn't like Li Bai very much when I was a child, because his poetry teacher often asked us to write silently, but now I still can't bear to see his lonely look. I came over and asked, "Mr. Li, what's wrong? Is there something sad?"

Li Bai looked at me with a pair of strange eyes, which made my heart scorching. Is there a grain of rice with teeth and claws on my face, or is there a mass destruction weapon on my face?

"Hey!" Li Bai sighed and then looked at me with those strange eyes, "It's really similar. Looking at it like this now, it's really similar.

I scolded in my heart: like your uncle. But I dare not say it, because many leaders have some ability to infer from common sense. Maybe you will make his taboo in one sentence, and then you can try to put your size 42 foot into size 38 shoes. I scolded in my heart, but with a hypocritical smile on my face, I said something else: "Mr. Li, who am I very similar to?"

"My son." Li Bai said without hesitation.

Your uncle, this sentence almost popped out of my mouth. It's okay to recognize what your son does, as if anyone wants to be your son. The key is that although your surname is Li but not Gang.

Li Bai then began to talk about his troubles. It turned out that Li Bai's good poetry aroused the jealousy of others, and it was reported that Li Bai had an illegitimate child.

Actually, it's normal to think about it. Can celebrities without gossip be called celebrities? But Li Bai didn't understand this truth, so he was distressed and sad. So he wanted to get drunk with sadness, but he didn't want to drink more than him.

At this time, Cui Hu came out of the room with a pile of files in his hand. He patted the dust on the file and raised a small-scale sandstorm.

Cui Hu looked through the files carefully and carefully. Finally, he stopped and said, "Zhang Younian, male, from Yingtan, Jiangxi Province. Born on January 12, 1974 and died on November 29, 2010. He died at the age of 36, the cause of death, the cause of death..." Cui Hu stopped at the place of the cause of death and his eyes widened. If there is no eye block, it will jump out.

Cui Hu wiped the sweat on his head, walked to Li Bai with the file, came to Li Bai's ear, and whispered. It seems that something is a little strange.

I looked at the sloppy, and his face changed obviously. When he told his story, he said that he was only 30 years old when he died, which is 6 years apart, which means that he still has 6 years of life. I suddenly thought of Zhang Dekai, which is a little tricky. If the sloppy ghost has returned to Yang, won't Zhang Dekai ask me to serve him and the people for a while?

"Isn't it just postpartum tetanus? What's the big deal?" Li Bai said drunkenly.

This sentence really surprised us.