Psychic peanuts

BLUE-BRAINED PRIVATE DISH -- CHEERS, MY BROTHER'S EXCITED, NEVER BEFORE. IT ALL COMES FROM A LONG-STANDING QQQ NUMBER. FOUR YEARS OF EUROPA'S FEAST, MONKEY, THIS SEVEN-YEAR-OLD FOX SUDDENLY JUMPED INTO MY EYES: "IN ANHUI? BRIGHT BOY." WE'RE GOING TO ANHUI, GET THE SILVER! "YOU GUYS? WHO ELSE? "SHANG, PEAK, BIN, XIAO FAI, BRUCE." THIS SERIES OF FAMILIAR CODE NAMES MAKES ME FEEL LIKE THE BLUE AGE IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME: "WHEN WILL IT COME?" "TOMORROW'S ASH MACHINE LANDED MORE THAN 6:00 PM." "PLEASE TURN ON THE PHONE, UH, AND I'LL COOK MYSELF. LET'S GO BACK TO THE TOP OF THE FEAST." SO DON'T ORDER A TABLE AT THE HOTEL TO PRETEND IT'S A TRADE, GET DRUNK, GET DRUNK." THE FOX TOOK THIS WORD FROM MY HEART, AND TURNED IT INTO A MAN. THE PAST HAS SPRUNG INTO THE HEART, AND THE UNHEATED HEART HAS INCREASED IN THE HEAT OF THIS HOT SUMMER NIGHT, WITHOUT SLEEP. BUSY DAY, WAITING HARD. SEVEN-THIRTY, TOP GARDEN, WOOD TABLE CHAIRS, HORSELIGHTS, SMOKY SHRIMP, DRUNK PEANUTS, SOUR CHICKEN, RED ROASTED MEAT, PAN FULL OF FISH, SNAILS, ROASTED HERBS, GINGER CHICKEN WINGS, CUCUMBERS, ICE-COLD BEER, RED STAR TWO POTS, EXCITING REUNION. THERE'S NO OTHER WORD, A TIGHT HUG, SEVEN HANDS IN HAND, A TEAR THAT'S BEEN SWUNG ALL THE TIME. DRINK! "YOU'RE GETTING MORE AND MORE SWOLLEN, RYO. YOU WERE A WEAK, SLENDER STUDENT." "CHANGE AND FAREWELL. YOUR HAIR DOESN'T SEEM AS STRONG AS IT USED TO BE. THERE ARE SIGNS THAT THE HAIRLINE IS BACK IN LINE." "SING FAI IS STILL SO HANDSOME, AND SHE'S STILL BEAUTIFUL." "HA HA, PEACHES, LEAVE YY, ALL FATHERED." "DO YOU STILL PLAY BASKETBALL? ISN'T THIS A YOUNG MAN'S RIVAL?" "YOU FART, TOO. TODAY YOU SAY THREE WORDS: "THE AIRPORT, A BOTTLE OF WATER, GOOD." IT'S THE OLD STALE." "A MONKEY, YOU'RE A BITCH." ...TO DRINK, TO REMEMBER, TO MAKE NOISE, TO HOOK UP WITH YOUR BACK, 13 CASES OF BEER, LIKE A DOZEN YEARS AGO. IN MY SEVEN WORDS, I KNOW THAT FENG IS MARRIED, THAT HIS WIFE IS A MUSIC TEACHER AT SCHOOL, AND THAT HE HAS A LOVELY FAT BOY; THAT XIAOHUI AND BIN ARE SETTLED IN GUANGZHOU, AND THE BIGGER HIS CAREER, THE BIGGER HE IS, HE'S STILL LIVING AS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AND AS A MAN; THAT SHANG AND HIS MONKEYS ARE WORKING TOGETHER IN REAL ESTATE, LOW-INTENSITY, BANKRUPT, THE GARAGE IS FLYING, AND HE'S IN DEBT; THAT RYU IS A PROFESSIONAL SOLDIER, MARRIED AND DIVORCED, HE'S GIVEN UP EVERYTHING, HE'S IN THE WOODS, HE'S IN MILITARY SURVEILLANCE, HE'S IN THE MOUNTAINS, HE'S GOT A COUPLE OF SPY SATELLITES THAT HE'S TAKEN FROM HIS HEAD... I DON'T KNOW. IN A DRUNK EYE, THESE CLASSMATES, FROM ELEMENTARY TO MIDDLE SCHOOL TO HIGH SCHOOL, YOUR PARENTS KNEW MY PARENTS' BROTHERS, WHO LIVED TOGETHER IN TWO OR THREE BUILDINGS FOR MORE THAN A DECADE, WERE AS INNOCENT, AS KIND AND WARM AS EVER. SEVEN YEARS OF TIME, WITH A WAVE OF FINGERS, WE HAVE ALL MATURED, YEARS HAVE WIPED OUT OUR YOUTH AND GIVEN US DIFFERENT LIFE EXPERIENCES, OR PAIN OR ECSTASY OR JOY OR LEAPS. THE GEOGRAPHY DIVIDES OUR PAST AND GIVES US ANOTHER CIRCLE, EITHER ELEGANT OR VULGAR OR DIFFICULT OR OPPORTUNITY. FOR SEVEN YEARS, WE LEFT OUR HOMES AND MADE NEW FRIENDS FOR THE SAKE OF SURVIVAL AND DEVELOPMENT, AND FOR THE SAKE OF THE DREAMS DEEPLY ROOTED IN THOSE ADOLESCENCES. FOR SEVEN YEARS, WE HAVE GIVEN UP TOO MANY PASTS AND TREASURES FOR SURVIVAL AND DEVELOPMENT AND FOR THE DREAMS DEEPLY ROOTED IN THOSE ADOLESCENCES. IT'S FULL OF FLOWERS, IT'S EMPTY, IT'S A TWISTED DESIRE IN NEON, IT'S A LOST HEART. THE BITTERNESS OF THE HEART WAS SORE THAT IT WAS FILLED WITH TEARS AND MEMORIES. LOOK AT THE OLD YELLOW PHOTOGRAPHS, LOOK AT THE FACES OF THE ONIONS, AND REMEMBER THE PUREST FRIENDSHIP WITHOUT ANY IMPURITY, THE MOST PRECIOUS TWILIGHT OF THE HEART, AND NEVER FORGET THE PAST. THE BODY IN ITS EARLY TEN YEARS, THE MOOD IN ITS EARLY TEN YEARS, THE MEMORY IN ITS EARLY TEN YEARS, THE GOLDEN SEASON OF LIFE, THE COLOURFUL YEARS AND THE YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP. WE ROLLED IN THIS RIVER CALLED RED DUST, THE WIND BLEW MY HAIR, THE WATER DIPPED IN MY SHIRT AND TORE MY BODY APART. IT IS YOU, MY SMALL HAIR, MY BROTHER, WHOSE HEARTS PROTECT MY SOUL, AND WHOSE PURITY IS IN THEM. NO MATTER HOW MUCH BITTERNESS GOES ON IN THE FUTURE, NO MATTER WHAT WILL CHANGE IN THE FUTURE, NO MATTER HOW MUCH RAIN AND SNOW CREAM WILL COME IN THE FUTURE, I WILL BE ABLE TO WALK WITH YOU ALL THE WAY. TIRED, TIRED AND TIRED, THE FIRST LOVE OF THE INNERMOST PART OF THE HEART RISES IN TIME AND WARMS MY HEART. IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU IN LIFE. LET'S GET DRUNK TONIGHT! WORDS, HEADS, ALL IN ONE SENTENCE: "COME ON, MY BROTHER, LET'S DRINK TO OLD TIMES, TO OLD TIMES, TO OLD TIMES, AND TO BROTHERS." CHU'S HEART IS BLUE AND HE'S CRAZY。