There is a buddy nicknamed "Drunkard" who loves drinking. It is said that he inherited it from his grandfather. My grandfather drank too much and died at the drinking table, so none of my father's brothers and sisters drank.
The first time my brother drank alcohol was at a classmate’s wedding. Everyone joined in the fun, drinking together and making wedding arrangements. As a result, the brother showed his signs and drank everyone else to the ground. In the end, he was carried out...
After returning home, his father gave him a good beating, scolding him and beating him again and again. He was kicked from inside to outside the house, till his bones were rolling, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen... My brother didn't say anything, and he would still drink secretly from now on.
On the first New Year’s Day after my buddy started working, he made a bet with someone at work. He drank four to five kilograms of liquor and didn’t know how many bottles of beer he had. Then he had stomach bleeding and was taken to the hospital. He recovered and returned home after half a month.
That time his father tied him to a tree, dipped the tree branches in cold water and whipped him severely. "Are you still drinking? Are you still drinking? Do you have the face? Will you change or not..."
A whole street of people came to watch the fun. The mother was crying and howling to protect her son, and was also The father cursed. "I don't care now, I will drink to death like his grandfather tomorrow..." Later, the brother was beaten to death and his head drooped. My mother rushed over to protect her with all her strength, but my father stopped fighting!
That time, my friend fell asleep for two days and two nights, and his body was bruised and bruised. The mother almost risked her life with her father, "If my son has a long and short life, I don't want my old life!"... After that, my father never cared about it again, and my brother started his drunken drinking career!
My brothers have a son, and they have a very close relationship. Fa'er sells his house, and in order to make money from demolition, he buys a cheap, dilapidated house, a house that has even had a murder case, and is a bit sinister.
One year, I bought a bungalow somewhere in the suburbs. The original male owner of the bungalow had an affair, and then strangled the female owner to make it look like she had hanged herself... After the case was settled, the family sold the house at a low price. Dealt with it.
My friend’s son bought a house and needs to build the roof and renovate the interior (he can get more compensation during the demolition), and he needs to live there for a while. But I feel scared every night. I always feel eerie and hear inexplicable sounds.
One night after sleeping until midnight, I got up to drink water and found that the water glass was empty (it was a habit of children to prepare a glass of water on the table). Then I poured a cup and let it sit there. When I got up to drink again, the cup was still empty. Fa Xiaoer pondered for a long time and found no flaws, so he became nervous and asked his buddy to accompany him.
The brothers prepared wine and food, and the two of them drank together. I fell asleep because I was too drunk. When I woke up, I found my friend pouring himself a glass of wine and talking to himself. He couldn't hear what he was saying. All I saw was that the food and wine were in a mess, and the plates and bowls were all ruined (my friends used to drink and couldn't eat very well).
Fa'er asked a few timid questions, and his friend said with a smile, "It's okay, I met an alcoholic, let's chat while drinking. Make a friend, and I'll have someone to take care of me when I come to the Lord of Hell in the future!"… …
Later I found out that the original male owner of this house was also very good at drinking. It means that the buddy really drank with the "ghost", hence the nickname "drunkard"!
After the brothers got married, the relationship between the couple was still good. My wife is beautiful and virtuous, and is extremely indulgent and tolerant towards her brothers.
One time, my buddy came back from drinking at midnight. Afraid of disturbing his pregnant wife, he lay quietly on the sofa in the living room and slept. Later, his wife found out and covered him with a quilt. He might have been having a nightmare at the time, so he stretched out his hand and slapped his wife on the face. As soon as she tried to avoid it, she tripped and fell, resulting in a miscarriage...
The brother regretted it so much that he even resorted to drinking. To shed sorrow. The daughter-in-law's gentle persuasion didn't work. In the end, she forced her to divorce, otherwise she would risk her life and drink herself to death... Then she gave all the family's savings to her, and she had no choice but to leave in tears!
His parents scolded him and called him stupid, saying that no one would ever be willing to marry him again. As expected, he did not remarry, and he spent the rest of his life with wine!
Later, as the drinking age increased, my brother developed two more problems. One is that he likes to give people things, or promises to do things for others, and he will definitely honor them after he sobers up, no matter how difficult it is. The second is that he likes to be close to beautiful women, but he will never be responsible after sobering up, and he will always act on the principle that he does not know or remember. No matter what the consequences are, he will never admit to what he did.
There was a workplace dinner party. A new colleague saw the Guan Gong pendant worn around my brother’s neck (my brother likes jade and often has hundreds or even thousands of jade items on his body) and complimented him a few times. My brother was so excited that he took off the "Guan Gong" and insisted on giving it to others!
The colleague was embarrassed to ask for it, because his friend bought the piece of jade for more than 2,000 yuan. But the friend was begging for nothing and stuffing it into his hand. When the two of them were excusing themselves politely, "Guan Gong" fell to the ground and broke... This made the colleague particularly embarrassed. I never dared to drink with him at close range again. Got it!
When a buddy is drinking and acting like a jerk, occasionally a beautiful woman will sit next to her and it will make him excited.
Once at a friend’s party, a strange beauty sat next to me. The two of them chatted while drinking. They spoke many languages ????and the most important thing was that the beautiful woman was also very good at drinking.
After the show, the buddy took the initiative to send the beauty home, but he ended up making the same mistake that all men in the world make...
But later, when the beauty asked him out again, he avoided her. The beauty went to the friend to complain. When the friend asked, the friend pretended to be confused and said, "I don't know. I drank too much. Really, I don't remember anything!"
"You slept at someone else's house. Can you forget?"
"I really forgot, I drank too much, I lost my memory, and I don't remember anything!"...Actually, there may be more than one or two similar incidents, so people say, "Dude" What a thief...
My buddy later got laid off and started a business to make some money, and opened his own antique shop. But there are wine bottles and dishes in the house, and a dining table outside the door. Drinking is still the main activity every day.
Three or five people would often gather in his shop and drink for a long time. Sometimes it can lead to big business, but more often than not it's just a small business to get money for drinks, and occasionally a few items are lost. Some kind-hearted people told him, "Don't pay attention to that XXX, he steals your things and drinks with you..."
The buddy always said with a smile: "Forget it, if you steal two things, you will steal two." It’s not worth a lot of money, or else it’s better to drink wine instead!”
Later, my friend got a heart attack and had a stent surgery, but he didn’t stop drinking, and he drank while taking medicine! But not long after, he suddenly went to see his ex-wife. The ex-wife remarried after the divorce and gave birth to a daughter. Later, her husband died and she never remarried.
I don’t know what my buddy is thinking, but he wants to remarry his ex-wife. When his ex-wife refused, the brothers began to cheat on her and "badger" her every day. Still forcing him to death, "If you don't remarry me, I'll drink myself to death. Anyway, I'll be supported!"
Seeing how pitiful he was, his ex-wife had no choice but to agree to his request. So the buddy handed over the entire store to his wife, and he devoted himself to drinking!
Two years later, my friend suddenly suffered a heart attack and passed away. It was said that all the indicators in the physical examination on the first day were normal. He was so happy that he went to a class reunion the next day and had two drinks in a row. He was fine when he went home and slept. The next day, his wife went to the morning market to buy groceries. When she came back, he had fallen to the ground and stopped breathing!
The wife said that the medicine and mobile phone were right next to him, within reach. But he seemed useless at all, and I didn’t know whether it was too late or not wanting to use it... So I cried for several days, regretting that I shouldn’t have ignored his drinking. In fact, everyone knew that she couldn’t control him at all!
So, people said that my brother was a weird, affectionate "alcoholic"!
A colleague had to drink every day until his hands shook, and he felt uncomfortable even if he didn’t drink. We thought he must be alcohol dependent, and he also smoked, drank, and bragged. At first, everyone tried to persuade him. Later, I didn't bother to take care of him, but I basically didn't dare to call him in the wine shop, and even if I met him, I wouldn't drink with him, for fear of getting into trouble and being blamed.
The level of drinking is not to drink as much as you can, but to drink to the "realm". When I was a child, every family was relatively poor. I had a neighbor who had no money to buy food and drinks, so he just bought a rusty one. Iron nails, lick the nails and drink a sip of wine, it's really enjoyable to see the expression, better than a living god.
I went to the hospital and drank secretly. In the end, my wife and son separated. I drank as soon as I woke up and didn’t eat anything. Finally I left