"Get up, quick. You drank way too much. Now you've made a fool of yourself."
Grandma Dingzi patted Sun Jiaming's back. It was a light tap, the kind that wouldn't hurt.
Sun Jiaming seemed to wake up a little, mumbling to himself as he got out of the car.
Dingzi, on the other hand, looked a bit more clear-eyed. He said, "Back in the army, discipline was strict. We never drank, for fear of messing things up."
'Gu'er hadn't expected Dingzi to say that, but it made sense. Drinking slows your reactions. As a soldier, you definitely couldn't drink under normal circumstances.'
'They all drank so much today, first because it was Dingzi's happy wedding day, and second, many of those men must have already retired from the military.'
"Let's go."
Dingzi didn't say anything more, but this time Gu'er noticed he was much steadier on his feet than before.
Back home, Sun Jiaming collapsed onto the bed. He had simply drunk too much.
