The rice was snow-white rice, and my aunt served five bowls of rice.
This was the second meal of rice Wan Feng had eaten at his grandmother's house after the Chinese New Year this year. The first one was on the Dragon Boat Festival.
My uncle came running out from somewhere and brought back a black plastic pot and two glasses. The plastic pot was half filled with liquor, which turned out to be the loose liquor sold by the supply and marketing cooperative at 50 cents a pound.
Wan Feng seemed to remember something and slapped his head: "I bought some good wine and was going to give it to you guys today, but I was so busy that I forgot about it."
He got up, went into the house and took out two bottles of Chenxiang from his box.
Zhu Ping was so happy that his mouth was watering. He threw the plastic bottle into a corner, unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle, poured a glass for his father first, and then poured another glass for himself.
After thinking about it, he poured another glass for Wan Feng.
"I don't want to drink it." Wan Feng quickly refused. He didn't intend to get involved with this thing in his life.
"You have to drink. You drank it all at Liang Wan that time."
Isn’t that beer? Is it the same as liquor?
Under the watchful eyes of his uncle, Wan Feng had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and take a sip like a frustrated mouse.
A pungent taste rolled down my throat and into my abdomen, like adding fuel to a fire, igniting a flame that burned my internal organs. Then, the spiciness rushed back to my nose and eyes, and tears came to my eyes.
"Hahahaha!" Seeing Wan Feng's tears streaming down his face, the uncle laughed as unscrupulously as a successful white-faced traitor in a drama.
Wan Feng gritted his teeth in hatred. Seeing his uncle's smug look, he felt very unhappy. He had to get him drunk before he could be so proud.
Next, Wan Feng used all his tricks to persuade Xiaojiu to drink, while he drank less or refused to drink or secretly poured wine on the ground. Anyway, grandpa drank about two taels of the bottle of wine, and the rest was drunk by the two of them.
My uncle was finally fucked to death and staggered to the inner room to sleep, but Wan Feng seemed to have had too much.
He can't drink much, so he'll get drunk if he doesn't drink.
Even if Zhu Ping drank half less today, he still drank about two or three taels, and his head felt a little dizzy.
I put down my bowl and chopsticks and walked out. After taking two steps, I heard my grandma's voice behind me.
"Don't go, wait until the full moon is over."
"I'm not leaving. I'm going to sit outside for a while."
When Wan Feng walked outside, the wind blew and he felt dizzy from the alcohol. He sat on a small stool in front of the door, leaning against the wall.
Grandma moved a small round table out of the house and placed it in front of the door. Then she placed five small plates on the table, each containing bean pods, peanuts, grapes, moon cakes, and apples.
Grandma refused to let anyone interfere while she was fiddling with these things. After she finished, she knelt on a mat and muttered some incantation.
Wan Feng sat against the wall, looked at his grandmother, then turned to look at the moon on the east mountain.
It was around seven o'clock in the evening. The round moon had just risen from the East Mountain and was hanging on the top of the East Mountain, looking at the ten thousand peaks proudly.
The moon looks down at the world and can see me, so it must be able to see my parents and siblings. I wonder if my parents and siblings are also looking at the moon at this moment and miss me who is alone outside?
Wan Feng, with his drunken eyes, seemed to see the faces of his parents and siblings through the reflection of the moon. The wine in his stomach began to churn, and he burst into tears unconsciously under the influence of the alcohol.
In order to avoid being seen in his embarrassing state by his grandparents, Wan Feng prepared to go out as soon as his grandma's full moon was over.
"Eating a mooncake that's fuller than the full moon will protect you from all diseases and ward off evil spirits.
Is there such a thing? This was the first time Wan Feng had heard of it. Although he was skeptical, he still took a piece of mooncake and took a bite as he walked out.
Wan Feng didn't know who invented mooncakes. As he grew up in a poor family with a low standard of living and was very happy to have just a piece of candy, he didn't appreciate how delicious mooncakes were.
Because its skin was too hard at that time and it was impossible to bite it. If you used it as a weapon to hit the opponent's head during a fight, it would definitely leave a bump.
This time he bought the mooncakes in the county town. They were the most expensive ones. I don’t know whether they tasted good or not, but he could chew them anyway.
How could Wan Feng have any appetite for mooncakes after just finishing his meal? He just took a symbolic bite and put the mooncake in his pocket.
His mind was fuzzy, and Wan Feng had no idea where he was going. He walked aimlessly all the way. When he reached a place and looked up, he found that he had arrived at Luan Feng's door.
Wan Feng smiled silently. This has become an instinct.
From outside the yard, I saw that Luan Feng's house was crowded with people, as if the kang was full of people. When I walked into the yard, I could hear the dance music coming from the tape recorder.
What puzzled Wan Feng was that he received warm applause as soon as he entered the room.
"Feng'er, your man is here." Qiuyu suddenly shouted, and the laughter in the room became louder.
Luan Feng's eyes sparkled and her face flushed as she went to hit Qiu Yu.
Wan Feng estimated that all the young men and women behind the depression had gathered here. The kang was full of people sitting there, and he was not afraid of it collapsing. Not only was there a lot of people standing under the kang, but even the inner room was crowded with people.
When did there become so many young people in Wahou? Some of them I had never seen before.
"Feng'er's husband, please sing a song. Feng'er said you sing very well. You can't just sing for him alone. You have to let everyone hear it." This suggestion was made by Xiling and immediately received warm applause from everyone.
It would seem a bit pretentious not to sing with so many people applauding. Wan Feng's head was still dizzy, and coupled with the homesickness caused by his grandmother's full moon, he felt an emotion in his chest that needed to be vented.
So, without refusing, he said, "Tell me, what song do you want to sing?"
"Feng'er knows what song he can sing. Let Feng'er tell me."
Asking Luan Feng to request a song seemed a bit awkward, and sure enough...
"Then sing without taking off your shoes until you get old."
This song cannot be sung. If these women remember not to take off their shoes after singing it, then in the end, the hat of not taking off shoes until they grow old will have to be put on his head.
"That song is a little hard to sing. My uncle got me drunk today, so my voice might not be so good. How about I sing something different, a love song?"
There was a wave of applause, and some girls' hands were so red from applause.
Love songs are mysterious to them, and people in society don’t dare to sing them or know how to sing them.
"Then I'll sing 'I Can't Forget You'."
This song is from a God of Songs album in the 1990s. Yi Shi Wan Feng really didn't realize what was so good about this song until Hacken Lee sang an adapted version of it on King of Masked Singer. Then he realized how good this song was.
He sang Hacken Lee's version of "I Can't Forget You"
There is neither accompaniment nor microphone here. A guitar would be okay, but since there is nothing, I can only sing a cappella.
Wan Feng cleared his throat and began to sing.
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