我二叔是酗酒自杀的,自杀时手里握着一个女人的照片。不是二婶的。一自打我记事起,二叔就总是喝酒,喝着喝着就上了瘾。走亲串门,喝不上酒就不回家。再来一点儿,再来一点儿,一大口一大口地往嘴里嘬,一杯接着一杯地倒,不一会儿就喝成了红脸关公。用我二婶的话说,他眼里的酒比蜜还甜,酒比老婆孩子还亲。二婶不让他喝酒,每天跟防贼似地防着他,他就把酒瓶藏在厕所后面的柴草堆里,趁人不注意就跑到厕所,三下五除二拿出酒瓶仰头咕嘟咕嘟喝个精光,然后晃晃悠悠地回到屋里,满嘴的酒气能熏死一只臭虫,不, My uncle is alcoholic and suicide, holding a woman’s hand in his suicide. Not aunt Since I remember playing, uncle always drink, drink and addicted. Walking relatives, drink not to go home. A little later, a little further, a big mouth to mouth, a cup followed by a cup to pour, and soon became a red-faced Guan Gong. In my second aunt’s words, the wine in his eyes is even sweeter than honey, and the wine is still pro-wife than his wife and children. Second Aunt will not let him drink every day with a thief to prevent him, he put the bottle hidden behind the toilet in the firewood heap, while others do not pay attention to run to the toilet, three under five to two out of the bottle up Gulp to drink a fine, and then dangling back to the house, mouthful of alcohol can smoked dead bugs, no,