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I am a third-rate swordsman, and my martial arts are bad and lonely. Wine and money are my greatest hobbies in life, but only wine and no money accompany me. Sometimes, there is no wine. I stayed in this inn for so long that I forgot my name. It doesn't matter. Nobody knows my name. They all call me an alcoholic. I muddle along in this town, but I often get credit. It doesn't matter. Now I want to tell a story. This is a story someone told me.
That night, I was drinking, and suddenly two people came, a man and a woman, both wearing white veils and smelling strange. They asked Xiao Er for a wing. The woman went upstairs to rest, and the man was drinking at the opposite table with a sword. I haven't finished drinking, but I can't pour any more. I shouted, "Xiao Er, bring some wine!" ""still drink, you pay off the money you owe for drinks first! "
I slapped my sword on the table and said, "I can't run." I'll serve wine first and do some business in a couple of days. This money is indispensable. "
"No, the shopkeeper said, I can't give you any more credit."
"Brother, how about a drink? It's my treat! " The man across the street said.
If anyone wants a drink, get ready. I went to sit down, poured myself a glass of wine and asked, "Why did you invite me?" ...