Yang Mei

HEART BLUE IS THE MAN WHO IS GREEDY OF THE CUP, WHETHER IT'S WINE, WHITE WINE, YELLOW WINE OR BEER. UNDER THE LIGHT, THE LIQUIDS OF ALL COLOURS ARE AS RADIANT, AND THEY MOVE MY HEART. ABOVE ALL, HE CAN MAKE ME FORGET FOR A WHILE THE INFLAMMATORY WORDS OF BEING ALONE. A MAN DRINKS, HE DRINKS LONELY, HE GETS DRUNK, SO I LIKE TO DRINK AND TALK, AND THERE'S NO DOUBT THAT RICE IS THE BEST. IT'S A BIG NORTHEAST GIRL, ONE SIDE OF THE WORLD, WITH AN AMAZING AMOUNT OF ALCOHOL AND AN EXAGGERATING ONE. I'VE NEVER SEEN A WOMAN SO DRUNK, SO GLAMOROUS, SO IMPECCABLE. TO SAY THAT EACH PERSON IS DIFFERENT, ONE OR TWO WINES MAY BE MORE SUITABLE FOR HIMSELF AND DRINK MORE, SO THERE ARE SINGLE CHAMPIONS. IT IS CLEAR THAT RICE GRAINS ARE TEN FULL POWERS, BUT ALL LIQUIDS CONTAINING ALCOHOL HAVE NATURAL PROTEGE AND ADAPTABILITY. GOOD, VERY STRONG. IT'S TRUE THAT A RICE BAR LOVES WINE, LIKE A BLUE HEART, RUNS A LIQUOR STORE, FOUR STORES LINED UP, HALF WINE, HALF WHITE WINE. THE RICE GRAINS ARE VERY GOOD AT WINE, AND SHE ONLY SELLS YOUNG WINES SUCH AS LINA, THE WIND, DRY WATER IN THE SOUTH BURGUNDY AND ST. TIMILON'S GOLD BEVERAGES. AND ALL THE WHITE WINE IS DIRT-FILLED, FROM HER NORTHEAST HOME. I'LL TAKE IT WITH ME AND SELL SOME PRETTY WINE. THE BEST WAY TO SELL IS TO WORK WITH HER GUESTS EVERY DAY, WITH A FULL EVENING DRESS, A WELL-CHOSEN BOTTLE OF GOOD WINE, AN AMAZING AMOUNT OF WINE, AN ATTRACTIVE CULTURE OF WINE, AN EXCELLENT VOICE, AND EVERY TIME SHE GOES TO HER STORE, SHE CAN SMELL DRUNKS FROM AFAR. I LAUGH AT HER BEING A MODERN MAN, BUT SHE'S A LOT MORE ANGRY AND LOUD. IN MY MEMORY, RICE IS NOT DRUNK. THE RICE GRAIN IS A HEARTLESS MAN, A TOTAL LIFE IDIOT, EXCEPT FOR WINE. HER CLOTHES WERE BOUGHT BY THE QINGQIU GANG, HER UNDERWEAR WAS BOUGHT BY SU, HER HOUSEHOLD WAS SUPPLIED BY NA-SOON, AND MY HOUSE WAS OCCUPIED BY ME... ..THE RICE GRAIN NEVER PERFORMED HOUSEWORK, AND SHE ASKED AN AUNT TO HELP CLEAN UP, SO SHE NEVER KNEW WHERE TO PUT HER THINGS, AND EVERY TIME SHE FLIPPED, SHE COULDN'T FIND THEM, SHE BOUGHT NEW ONES, AND HER FAMILY PILED UP LIKE MOUNTAINS... ..A RICE GRAIN WAS HUNGRY AT 3:00 A.M., SHE TRIED TO COOK NOODLES, BUT SHE FOUND THAT I COULD NOT USE A WATER KETTLE, A PHONE CALLED ME STRAIGHT OUT OF HER SLEEP, AND I TOLD HER HOW TO USE THE POT FOR 30 MINUTES. WHEN I LOOKED IN THE DOOR, THE RICE PELLETS WERE CHEWING ON DRY NOODLES, AND THE FABRIC WAS ALL OVER THE PLACE, AND IT WAS SO PAINFUL, I HELPED HER BURN THE WATER, AND IT TURNED OUT THAT THERE WAS NO ELECTRICITY IN THE KETTLE AND IT COULDN'T BE OPENED. SUMMER NIGHT, A RARE COLD, THE WIND BLOWS AND THE AIR DOESN'T LOOK SO HOT. I'M ON THE INTERNET. THE PHONE'S RINGING. IT'S RICE. IN THE MICROPHONE, THE SOUND OF THE RICE GRAINS FELL DOWN, COMPLETELY IGNORING WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. IT WAS JUST ONE MAN STANDING THERE, AND THE ONLY THING I UNDERSTOOD WAS THAT I DRANK WITH HER. I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE GRAIN OF RICE TONIGHT. THE CAB CAME TO HER DOOR SHOP, AND THERE WERE ONLY A FEW CANDLES IN THE WHOLE WINE ZONE, AND THE RICE GRAIN WAS ALL ALONE, AND THE SCATTERED EMPTINESS OF LINA TOLD ME THAT THE RICE GRAIN WAS NOT SCARCE. "IS IT SWOLLEN? BIG GIRL, DRINKING ALONE?" "DON'T BULLSHIT, IT'S TOO SLOW. LET'S GET THREE OF THEM." AND THIS ELF FLUID IS TEMPTING UNDER THE CANDLELIGHT. THE FRAGRANCE, THE COLOURS, THE FRAGRANCES ARE THE REASON I LIKE LENA. START DRINKING. IT'S GOOD TO DRINK WITH RICE GRAINS, NO EXTRA BULLSHIT, NO FLOWERS AND GUTS. THIS EVENING'S RICE IS LOW, AND SHE'S GOING TO TELL LENA THE BEST DRINK, THE BEST TEMPERATURE, BUT TODAY SHE'S JUST DRINKING. "DID SOMETHING HAPPEN TO YOU, BIG GIRL? TELL ME, I CAN'T SAY I'M GONNA DIE, AT LEAST GO TO HELL." I CAN'T BELIEVE I SEE TEARS IN THE EYES OF THIS HEARTLESS WOMAN. I PANICKED, AND I NEVER SAW A GRAIN OF RICE TEARING, AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF: "DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG, SAY SOMETHING WRONG, DON'T CRY, GIRL, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, HIT MY BROTHER." IT WENT IN A MUCH WORSE DIRECTION, WITH RICE CRYING OUT LOUD, CRYING OUT LOUD AS THE NIGHT SPREADS, AND OLD PEOPLE WALKING OUTSIDE STOP TO LOOK INSIDE AND MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A NEEDLE. GET UP, AND I'LL SIT NEXT TO THE RICE GRAIN, AND I'LL HOLD HER, AND I'LL COMFORT HER, "OH, DON'T CRY, BIG GIRL, BE GOOD." BUT IT DOESN'T HELP. THE TEARS OF RICE ARE LIKE OPEN TAPS, AND MY T-SHIRT BECAME HER HANDKERCHIEFS, TEARS, SNOTS, TERRIBLE. I HAVE WORDS OF MISERY, AND I CAN ONLY WAIT FOR HER TO CALM HERSELF. THE RICE PELTS CRIED, AND AFTER DEALING WITH THE LAST SNOT, FINALLY LET GO OF MY T-SHIRT AND LOOKED AT ME LIKE AN ABSTRACT DRAWING. THE GRAINS RAISED THEIR HEADS, THE RED EYES, THE TEARS' MAKEUP. "DO YOU KNOW WHY I LIKE TO CALL YOU A DRINK?" I SHAKE MY HEAD, AND I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW, AND I'M GONNA LET THE GRAIN SPIT OUT THE PAIN IN MY HEART. "BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CALLS ME A BIG GIRL, AND THEY CALL ME A GRAIN OF RICE." ... COMPLETELY INCOMPREHENSIBLE, MY BRAIN SUDDENLY BECAME A POT OF CRAP. "MY DAD CALLED ME A GIRL." I UNDERSTAND THAT THE NICKNAME I GAVE HER REMINDS HER OF HER FATHER AND BRINGS HER BACK TO THAT SMALL VILLAGE IN THE NORTHEAST, WHERE SHE HAD A DREAMFUL FAMILY. "WHY DON'T WE BRING HIM TO TOWN?" THE GRAIN OF RICE SHEDS TEARS AGAIN AND THE HEART IS TORN. "MY FATHER COULDN'T MAKE IT, HE LEFT WHEN I WAS SIX YEARS OLD..." I WAS IN A HURRY TO HOLD THE GRAIN AND TRY TO USE MY CHEST AGAINST THE CONVULSIONS IN MY ARMS. "MY FATHER'S GOOD WINE, I DRANK WHEN I WAS A KID, I MISS MY FATHER, AND MY FATHER LEFT TODAY THE SUMMER I WAS SIX YEARS OLD..." "DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN, I'VE UNDERSTOOD THE LIFE OF RICE GRAIN. SHE'S NOT AN IDIOT IN LIFE. SHE'S JUST A LITTLE GIRL WHO MISSES HER FATHER. SHE WAS FORCED TO KEEP HERSELF LOCKED UP IN THE SUMMER MORE THAN 20 YEARS AGO IN ORDER TO CONFRONT HER GRIEF. RICE IS NOT A NATURAL OBSESSION WITH ALCOHOL. IT IS THE MOST PROFOUND CLIPPING OF HER FATHER'S VAGUE MEMORY. ONLY IN WINE CAN SHE BLUR HER FATHER'S THOUGHTS. SHE CAME TO THIS TOWN WITHOUT ANY MONEY, WITHOUT RELATIVES, AND WITH HER FOOLISHNESS, AND SMITTEN THE LAND OF THIS WINE WITH HER STEADFASTNESS, ONLY TO REMEMBER THE FATHER WHO HAD ALREADY PASSED AWAY. IT IS A PAIN THAT CANNOT BE REMOVED FROM A LIFETIME. I'M HOLDING RICE, AND IT'S TIGHT AND HARD: "BIG GIRL, DON'T CRY, DAD'S WATCHING YOU IN THE SKY, HE'LL BE WITH YOU, PROTECTING YOU, NEVER LETTING YOU GO." AND NA, SUE, QINGQIU, ME, WE'LL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU, AND WE'LL ALWAYS CALL YOU A BIG GIRL." OUTSIDE THE DOOR, MOONTOOTH DRILLS OUT OF THE CLOUDS, AND THERE'S A WHOLE BUNCH OF PURE MOONLIGHT..。