A bowl of strong liquor turned Bai Xingzhen's cheeks a rosy red, his eyes filled with mist, reflecting the bright lamps and lanterns outside as if holding all the lights of the world within.
Chen Ji smiled and asked, "Never drank wine before, have you?"
Bai Xingzhen stubbornly raised his head and said, "Don't underestimate me. I could drink three large bowls in one go when I was nine."
Chen Ji wondered, "Why did you drink so much at nine?"
Bai Xingzhen looked at the lights outside the building, "That year, my father passed away. My mother missed him too much and followed him. I read in a storybook that wine could let you live a drunken life and dream away, so I stole some to drink. After drinking, I indeed slept a whole day and night and forgot everything, but once awake, I remembered it all clearly. It was useless."
Chen Ji was silent for a moment, "What about your grandmother?"
