He made an appointment at a beer house near his house so it would be convenient to walk there, and his friend drove a ride-hailing service. They started with a few glasses of draft beer to cool off, then when the saleswoman's eyes sparkled with promise, they both switched to bottled beer.
But I don't know why today I feel bored, even though the story is not boring at all. At the age of U60, the story still revolves around health. Like guy A, who is as healthy as a buffalo, suddenly got a strange disease and was bedridden for a month, and had to be examined over and over again but couldn't find anything wrong. Guy B is getting weaker and weaker, now he has 8 stents in his body. I'm not seriously ill but I feel my health is getting worse, I can only run around the park once instead of 3 like before. Another indicator of health is alcohol, if you are drinking enough, but on a nice day you can't handle it, it's a sign of declining health.
You said that middle-aged health is like football, up and down like Man City, losing several matches in a row, nothing good. So, live your youth to the fullest so you won't regret it when you're old. The doctor near my house told me that if I'm healthy, I should take 3 pills a day when I'm in my 50s: 1 liver supplement, 1 kidney supplement, and 1 brain supplement; but I can't do it. I make a lot of money and then I spend more money to take care of my health. That sad cycle repeats itself with many people.
He said: It is always easier said than done. Life is getting harder and harder, “so many worries make my heart troubled, I pull out a knife and cut the water, the water flows even stronger. I raise a cup to drown my sorrows, but my sorrows only increase” (lyrics from the movie “Bao Qing Tian”). No matter how much I care for and invest in my health, it all depends on fate, “God calls, everyone must answer”. That’s it.
You nod: Maybe that's just fate, but living healthy and dying quickly is better than lingering in a hospital bed, it's tiring. There's an aunt who is almost 100, breathing through a tube, eating every day, with wires wrapped around her body, in the hospital for 3 years without "going". The children are so miserable, there's a son-in-law who dared to suggest removing the breathing tube but was cursed by the whole family so he kept quiet.
He sighed: Why are you talking about sad things today? Let's move on to something fun. How has your love life been lately? It's been a month since you've been gone. If you're used to drinking too much, then try to love more deeply. Who knows, you can change lovers several times in a year. How terrible!
