Drink good wine, catch up on old times, before you know it, the sky has gone dark. Fang Yu, caught in the moment, inevitably drank a few too many, feeling dizzy.
It's not that he can't handle his liquor; rather, it's the ambience, the emotions, and the timing, all conspiring to bring about this comfortably dizzy sensation. Lost in a haze, all worries are thrown to the back of the mind. No wonder people say that alcohol drowns your sorrows. Alcohol is the brain's best resort for forgetting troubles.
Saying goodbye to old brothers, Fang Yu swaggered home.
Upon arriving outside the villa and seeing no one around, he relieved himself against the fence by the roadside and muttered to himself, "Who has such poor manners to relieve themselves anywhere..."
He turned around, walked in a haze, until he reached the front door.
Seeing a pile of messy stuff, he frowned and said, "Eh? Whose stuff is this, and why does it look so familiar?"
