"sin?" I didn't pay attention to his meaning.
He seemed to understand that he had not made it clear, and added, "Drunk, drunk."
I shook my head and didn't drink.
"I mean drunk, I was attracted with all my heart, and then I threw myself into it ..." He tried to explain, "Like' I was drunk'."
I scratched my head and seemed to understand. "Then I have never been drunk."
He had to say, "Do you believe me when I said I was drunk?" And I'm not drunk because of any games, I'm drunk for climbing mountains. "
Traveling is really a reason to show off. I want to expose him: "Z, you are too weak to get drunk and climb the mountain, right?"
Z gave a few wry smiles and tried his best to twist the lid of the artery, but it didn't unscrew after all.
The next day, I stood at the foot of Hero Slope. The thin man next to him with a pulsating bottle without climbing tools is Z.
"I want to challenge it." Z proudly pointed to the TV tower at the top of Haorenpo. "I want to climb up."
I sneered, the hero slope is very steep, and climbing it is a hero. Every year, one mountaineering team after another challenges with a large number of mountaineering tools, and not many people can climb it, because most people are exhausted when they climb halfway up the mountain and resolutely give up. Others gave up using tools, and he didn't have any tools, so he took a bottle of pulse and had little hope of climbing the TV tower.
I checked the climbing stick in my hand, and then watched Z lift his pulse and shout for glory.
Then he jumped out, quickly stepped on a bump on the ground and shouted, "Come on up."
I took a trekking pole and set foot on the heroic slope.
"I'll get drunk because of this." He shook his head, but his steps were unusually clear. I followed closely, but I accidentally stepped on a piece of loose soil and almost fell down. I gritted my teeth, but I didn't expect such a trap on Hero Slope.
However, he is arrogant, with light and steady steps. When he encountered a steep slope that was difficult to climb, he grasped the pulse and climbed up.
Step by step, I struggled to climb up with a trekking stick, which was a bit arrogant.
For a long time, Z has been on the highland, and has become a villain in my sight, with fast steps and light steps.
This fully shows that you can't judge a book by its cover. For example, Z, thin, tall and seemingly weak, is actually a good climber. I was drunk, too.
Z threw himself into the climb as if something were driving him drunk.
Every time Z climbs a certain distance, he will raise a few pulsating plops, then swing his sleeves, take a light and steady step, and mutter to himself: Only I am the fairy in wine.