Knife Slap Cucumber
by Cat's eye
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
10m
Serving
2
Hello, buddy, I have a plate of pat cucumbers and a dozen cold beer, #are you coming? I am afraid of being drunk by myself#
What's the coolest thing in summer, bragging with friends while drinking cold beer.
When I was young, almost every summer night was spent in such noisy, joking, and lively activities.
At that time, we were all paupers, a few young men, with slippers, vests and big pants, sitting in a food stall on the side of the road.
A box of beer, a few side dishes, can not spend a few money, but can pass the whole night.
After two bottles of alcohol, the alcohol was surging, and a cigarette was lit, while complaining about the unsuccessful work, while teasing the stupid superior, while looking forward to a bright future.
From time to time a few absolute "golden sentences" drew the whole house to applause, and from time to time a half-meat and half-vegetarian "joke", the back hurts when laughing, and I forgot that I was tired like a dog during the day and was counseled like a grandson...
In fact, I often don’t remember what food I ate at that time, but I must need beer and friends who have the right taste. It seems that this is our most passionate way of passing time and absolute happiness every night...
Gradually, everyone has developed. You started a company, he became a department manager, and I became a studio.
You are no longer the second person in my mouth, and I am no longer the idiot in his mouth, but the manager of someone in the mouth regardless of whether it is sincere or not.
After we work, we need to be busy pacifying the subordinates, busy managing relationships, and busy managing business, so we naturally get together less.
Later, most of my friends got married and then gave birth to children, so textbooks for wives, diapers, feeding bottles, and children became the new center of their lives, and there was even less contact with everyone.
Occasionally I make a phone call, and it takes a few months to have a chance to have a meal and a drink. Many times, drinking and drinking a phone call at home, the wine bureau is also gone.
As a senior single dog, the most important character is knowledge.
So I rarely call for appointments, but try to meet some new friends, some young friends. The feasting and sensuality are still fatal to these children.
But every time the wine ends up, I always feel that my heart is empty. Yes, because we don’t have the same social experience, the same knowledge background, and the same era memory, so naturally there is less recognition of the topic. The resonance between feelings and life naturally seems a little ecstatic...
So, most of the time after that, I always drink alone, one is drunk, and the other is remembering, at most I am drinking too much. I dial a few numbers that I used to be very familiar with, and listen to those voices that were once very familiar.
However, separated by a layer of void, I can no longer find the incomparably simple happiness and familiarity in the night breeze under the stars.
It was another hot summer night. I patted a cucumber, fried a plate of side dishes, and chilled a dozen beer.
Opposite the empty table, I want to make a call to the best brothers who have ever been:
Hello, buddy, I have a plate of pat cucumbers and a dozen cold beer.
Are you coming? I am afraid of being drunk alone.
I want to go back to the time when I was so beautiful and innocent and so happy..."
What's the coolest thing in summer, bragging with friends while drinking cold beer.
When I was young, almost every summer night was spent in such noisy, joking, and lively activities.
At that time, we were all paupers, a few young men, with slippers, vests and big pants, sitting in a food stall on the side of the road.
A box of beer, a few side dishes, can not spend a few money, but can pass the whole night.
After two bottles of alcohol, the alcohol was surging, and a cigarette was lit, while complaining about the unsuccessful work, while teasing the stupid superior, while looking forward to a bright future.
From time to time a few absolute "golden sentences" drew the whole house to applause, and from time to time a half-meat and half-vegetarian "joke", the back hurts when laughing, and I forgot that I was tired like a dog during the day and was counseled like a grandson...
In fact, I often don’t remember what food I ate at that time, but I must need beer and friends who have the right taste. It seems that this is our most passionate way of passing time and absolute happiness every night...
Gradually, everyone has developed. You started a company, he became a department manager, and I became a studio.
You are no longer the second person in my mouth, and I am no longer the idiot in his mouth, but the manager of someone in the mouth regardless of whether it is sincere or not.
After we work, we need to be busy pacifying the subordinates, busy managing relationships, and busy managing business, so we naturally get together less.
Later, most of my friends got married and then gave birth to children, so textbooks for wives, diapers, feeding bottles, and children became the new center of their lives, and there was even less contact with everyone.
Occasionally I make a phone call, and it takes a few months to have a chance to have a meal and a drink. Many times, drinking and drinking a phone call at home, the wine bureau is also gone.
As a senior single dog, the most important character is knowledge.
So I rarely call for appointments, but try to meet some new friends, some young friends. The feasting and sensuality are still fatal to these children.
But every time the wine ends up, I always feel that my heart is empty. Yes, because we don’t have the same social experience, the same knowledge background, and the same era memory, so naturally there is less recognition of the topic. The resonance between feelings and life naturally seems a little ecstatic...
So, most of the time after that, I always drink alone, one is drunk, and the other is remembering, at most I am drinking too much. I dial a few numbers that I used to be very familiar with, and listen to those voices that were once very familiar.
However, separated by a layer of void, I can no longer find the incomparably simple happiness and familiarity in the night breeze under the stars.
It was another hot summer night. I patted a cucumber, fried a plate of side dishes, and chilled a dozen beer.
Opposite the empty table, I want to make a call to the best brothers who have ever been:
Hello, buddy, I have a plate of pat cucumbers and a dozen cold beer.
Are you coming? I am afraid of being drunk alone.
I want to go back to the time when I was so beautiful and innocent and so happy..."
