I drank a little high and didn't dare to continue writing "The World Go" for fear of writing randomly and deleting it tomorrow. I'll have to.

Write some other things, such as introducing me to Scar.

When writing about yourself, the first thing I have to mention is drinking.

The first time I got drunk was during the Spring Festival in the third grade of elementary school. At that time, my grandfather took out a bottle of Maotai that he had collected for a long time because of his happiness.

Oh my God! What does Moutai mean for ordinary people in 1988? It is equivalent to all the income of a family in a month. Scar I have been a delicious person since I was a child. When I heard that there are such good things, of course I had to do it. Unfortunately, I fell into a small cup.

I continued to push my memories back. The second time I drank was when a girl I liked very much in junior high school.

I still remember the scene clearly now.

She appeared in front of us in a white dress. In addition to a lot of chicken, duck, fish and meat on the dining table, there were three bottles of Great Wall Dry Red, which was rare at that time.

Thirteen, fourteen years old is the time to refuse to give in, especially in front of my beloved girl. Do you think I can’t drink scars? Although to be honest, I thought drinking dry red was as bitter as drinking medicine at that time. (I didn’t rush to Sprite, Qixi, and later I developed a habit, and I still don’t rush to it now.)

Seven or eight boys and girls, soon three bottles of wine came to an end. Everyone felt that they were not happy. The girl found another bottle of bulk liquor that his father loved to drink from the cabinet.

Everyone should be able to guess the result later. Five or six out of seven or eight people vomited and fell on the sofa and bed. The only one left behind was me and her.

Actually, I should have gone to slept. However, alcohol and her stimulation really made me excited. After dinner, I ran around behind her happily, watching her sweeping the floor and washing dishes.

"When will your father and mother come back? Are you afraid of being scolded when you see such a situation?" After she finished doing the work, I asked worriedly at the five or six people who were upside down.

"Not afraid, they will not come back tomorrow afternoon." She looked at me proudly and replied. It was a very respectful thing to drive parents to grandparents' house for their birthday.

"That's it." After hearing her answer, somehow, I felt the blood in my body boiling. Think about it, although I was only thirteen years old, I don't know anything about men and women. (The first time I watched a third-level film was the third month after this incident. I hereby declare it.) However, I still felt keenly that something would happen between me and her tonight.

"Then, do you want to sleep now?" I asked tentatively. I wanted to hear her negative answer.

"Lu Tao, I don't want to sleep yet. Can you talk to me?" She suddenly held my hand.

God testified that it was the first time a girl held my hand. That feeling was really indescribable. If you really want to describe it, just use a poem. "It's floating like a slim and a desire to wind and don't know where to stop it; it's vast like a world of independent feathers and ascend to the immortal."

It feels like this when I am drunk and holding my beloved girl's hand.

"Okay." I said shyly and eagerly.

She seemed to have drunk a lot and didn't care about my expression at all. She naturally found a bench on the balcony of the home I was leading me to and sat down.

PS: Since it is an essay, it means you can put your pen anywhere you want. I really want to sleep. Brothers, let’s continue this story next time I get drunk.
Chapter completed!