I've been drinking for years, probably back to when I was seven or eight years old. At that time, as a man in the family (my father was a single passer, to my generation was also a single passer), perhaps it was pampered, my father did not allow me to smoke, but he was used to me drinking. From the youngest dipping the chopsticks head began to have contact with the wine, my father took the chopsticks dipped in the wine for me to lick, a fishy and spicy taste straight through the throat, choking hard, and I grinned and giggled. It seems that I am related to wine, and I grew up in the sweetness and mellowness of smelling white wine.
My family is not a big family in the village, but it follows the tradition of respecting the elders handed down by the ancestors, every New Year's Festival, my father must put together a few decent appetizers, let me go to the supply and marketing cooperative to put some loose liquor, invite the elders of the family, my grandparents, the four grandfathers and the family, the big guys sit around a small square table that has been polished and has lost its paint, pushing cups for cups, Lala home cooking, happy and happy. Every time at this time, I would be raised to the table by my grandmother, and my grandmother would not be at the table, busy in the kitchen with my mother. When the busy stopped, my grandmother did not eat vegetables, went to the next stop along the kang, took the ox-eye wine bottle, drank it all, and completed the task. But I sat at the table like a guest, pushing the cup and changing the cup with the elders. Grandma has been gone for more than thirty years, and whenever she thinks about it, there is always a soreness and hidden pain in her heart. Grandma hurt me.
Every year, when spring ploughing or autumn harvest is the season, farmers are busiest and tired, and they also need to treat themselves after work to relieve their fatigue. When I came home with my parents carrying the guys and dragging my tired body, the first words my father told me were, "Go, make some wine, and relieve fatigue!" "I slipped away with a cigarette. Hit a pound of loose white wine, weigh some tofu skin, get some peanuts and rice crispy beans, dip some chili sauce dipped in green onions, and mother put some meat stars in the boiled vegetables of tofu yam, which is a great dish for drinking. Throw a peanut bean into your mouth, "cluck" a crisp sound, tear a tofu skin, roll up the dipped onion, bite it violently, and the mouth full of beans is sandwiched with the taste of green onions wrapped in chili peppers. "Yu Yu" raised his neck and took a sip of wine, ah, that feeling really can't be expressed in words. "Father and son have become brothers for many years", my father and I drink without a sense of restraint, every time we drink, we will hum with my father, drink a few drinks, and will argue because of disagreements. My father was a high-level culture, a cultural person, but I was a young and crazy person. Often at this time, the mother said "fast and quietly". We stopped talking and drank.
The thing I am most looking forward to is that relatives come, especially distant relatives, that is to be a grand reception, how can not let relatives feel shabby, the wine will be changed from loose liquor to bottle. In those years, we were popular there to drink Sichuan Erqu, which felt softer and longer than the local Erzhu Head, but the stamina was not on the head. Buy a canned fish and pork head meat from the commissary to drink, and the grade is immediately upgraded. But every time I am most afraid of my relatives asking about my studies, I was in elementary school and junior high school, and my grades were really hemp rope and tofu - I couldn't mention it. Although I also wanted to drink, I was afraid of being asked, so I naturally shrank back, and I didn't have the courage to go to the table as soon as I drank. Watching my father receive relatives, I began to worry inexplicably about my studies, and I was no longer so eager to drink.
High school studies were bitter, my father provided me with education for the sake of my family's livelihood, and I went out to work all year round, and there were very few times when the family got together to drink. Three years of hard work passed in the blink of an eye, and when I got the college acceptance letter, my father was still working in the field and could not come back, leaving only my mother and me at home. My mother said to me very proudly, "Child, go buy a bottle of wine, and we will celebrate." The drink of that night was something I will never forget. My mother and I sat on the opposite side of the kang, the family was really difficult, my mother fried a plate of eggs laid by the chicken, and the cucumber tomatoes planted in her own field were fried, and the mother and son drank a bottle of two pots. That night my mother and I were sleepless, lying on the kang, I blushed, looked at the round moon outside the window, my mother told the pain and helplessness of no culture, and I looked forward to my future life. Mother and son nagged as if there was no theme until dawn.
During college, my father once went to see me at school. My father was reluctant to take the car, he went by bicycle, and it took him half a day to get to school, and it was time to eat. A strong feeling welled up in my heart. On that day, I did not drink with my father, but bought a bottle of beer for my father, because my father had never been willing to drink it before, and he always felt expensive and boring. My father drank very slowly that day, tasted the beer as red wine, slowly deliberated, and kept saying, "Good wine, really delicious." A few years later, in a casual small talk, my mother said that after my father returned, she praised me more than once, saying that "the child understands things and bought me wine." Mother said that every time your father said it, he always had a smile on his face and looked happy. On that day, I felt a sense of pride, because it was the first time I had bought my father's wine after I left home, and I felt that I had grown up and could take responsibility for my family.
After joining the work, I had more contact with alcohol. Drinking with colleagues, drinking with friends, drinking with classmates, slowly drinking wine has become almost an indispensable part of my life. Every time I drink, I almost feel that I am the center of the liquor bureau, and through the stimulation of alcohol, I am the darling of the times, talking about reality, talking about ideals, thinking that I am only eight buckets high, and I am the darling of the times. When you pick up chopsticks every day when you eat, if you don't hold a wine glass in your hand, you will feel the shortcomings and your heart will be empty. Until one day, when I was drinking with the leaders of the unit, I was drunk again, turning into a pool of mud, and I didn't know it after drinking and talking nonsense with the leaders. After a period of time, the leader euphemistically pointed out, and I suddenly realized that I regretted not being in the beginning. After that, I had my own re-appreciation of wine.
I gradually reduced the number of times I drank, and I was not so eager for alcohol. It's just that after a long time, about three or two friends, find a small restaurant, drink a little wine, talk about the past, talk about life.
Now every once in a while, I go home to see my parents. My father was overwhelmed with wine, but every time he went back, his father would take out the wine that he usually did not drink, drink with me, each with a small cup, savoring, sometimes talking about a topic, more silently, and the glass was in the wine.