我对酒的初识源于父亲。记得小时候,在饭桌上,父亲会把筷子蘸了酒,往弟弟嘴里送。母亲的头正好从厨房的窗台伸出来,瞧见了,急得嗓门老高喊:他爹,你疯了,他还是个孩子,你咋能这样!两岁的弟弟才顾不上母亲的大呼小叫呢。他大概以为是好吃的,馋得按捺不住,脖子伸得像长颈鹿一般,嘴巴咬着筷子使劲舔上了。这一舔不得了,原本舒展的眉头瞬间紧皱起来,许是忍不住了,吐着舌头,龇牙咧嘴。父亲照样不理会。他一边盯着儿子脸上丰富的表情,一边慢腾腾 My first acquaintance with wine comes from my father. I remember when I was young, at the dinner table, my dad dipped my chopsticks and delivered it to my brother’s mouth. Mother’s head just came out from the window sill of the kitchen, saw it, anxious loudly cried: his father, you crazy, he is still a child, how can you do this! Two-year-old brother can not attend to his mother’s shouting Howling He probably thought it was delicious, greedy could not hold back, his neck stretched like a giraffe, his mouth biting chopsticks hard licked. This licking incredible, the original stretch of the eyebrows instantly tight wrinkles, Xu could not help it, vomit tongue, fangs grin. Father still ignored. As he stared at the rich expression on his son’s face, he was slow