I and the female writer Yanzi are very good friends. I admire her serious attitude towards literature, and appreciate her excellent essays and novels every year. Although we are in two different cities, we still often drink a little wine together and talk about literature and life.
　Because I wrote a novel for a famous Taoist temple, the owner of the Taoist temple gave me a bottle of Qingcheng Mountain fruit wine. Taoist priests are the high roads of Qingcheng Mountain. They go back every year to harvest tea and fruits that belong to him, and make tea and fruit wine. This fruit wine is authentic, so I see it very precious.
　 Many friends wanted to drink this fruit wine with me, but I did not agree!
　 I have always said that I want to share this bottle of wine with Yanzi, but I have never done so. This month Yanzi went to Nanjing to receive a literary award. I think it is impossible not to take out this bottle of fruit wine to celebrate.
　Listen to the words and say yes.
　The place of celebration is the city where I live. Good wine and good dishes. Let’s eat the most famous eel in the city. In order to make the celebration a little more poetic, when the words came, I brought up the fruit wine, called the car, and went with her to a village twenty miles away to enjoy the lotus. To be honest, this profile picture in Story China was taken by Yanzi at the lotus pond.
　It was almost eleven o’clock, Yanzi and I walked from the lotus to the town, took a ride back to the county seat, ate eel and drank fruit wine. In fact, my hands are very weak when I pick up the fruit wine. I want to find a place to drink it soon. We walked for nearly ten miles to reach the town. Only a van stopped at the crossroad to act as a wild car. I just wanted to get a good car. Then, I agreed on the price, and I got into the van.
　 Talking and laughing all the way. Yanzi and I parked the car at the eel in the county seat, went in and called the eel, ready to drink. However, I thought for a long time, and I don’t know where my cider went.
　I finally remembered that I was in the van, so I put the fruit wine in the canvas bag on the van seat. Just talking and laughing, I forgot when I got off the car, and I forgot the words. I don’t know this damn van. It slipped into the sea of ​​people at this moment. Where can I find it?
　The fruit wine I care about most, it finally quietly betrayed me and abandoned me.