Just a simple bandage, Li Zhenlang returned to the wine house and sat at the table alone.

Looking at the faint flickering candle flame, there was an indescribable sorrow in his heart, he smiled bitterly, shook his head, his pale face looked extremely weak, like a dying state, pale and white, as if his body had been hollowed out, and looked at the two pots of wine that he had sincerely prepared in front of him, his face was full of loss and helplessness.

Perhaps, he misunderstood what the man in Tsing Yi said last night, maybe people really just want to stay for a few more days to see the scenery, and it really has nothing to do with him Li Zhenlang.

Li Zhenlang picked up a pot of wine on the table, raised his head directly and took a sip, and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity.

The bitter wine entered the throat, as bitter as the moonshine grass in front of the door.

But no matter how bitter it is, it is not as bitter as him at this moment, Li Zhenlang's heart is even more bitter.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't come, but it just made him a little disappointed, and what made him feel extremely aggrieved was the understatement of the wolf king in the moon, another bowl!

However, I really gave him a bowl.

Hahaha, it's extremely humiliating!

Li Zhenlang lowered his head, his eyes were slightly red, tears gradually appeared, and he laughed and said: "I'm here to make a sin, Lao Tzu left his hometown and came to you, just to send you blood?"

He looked at his wrist wrapped in the strip of cloth, the blood stains soaked in the strip of cloth were still fresh, not yet dry, and there was a fishy smell, bright red and bright red, what a festive color, but it was so sad.

He threw his head back and took a long puff.

Li Zhenlang just wants to drink at the moment, get drunk, and leave all the troubles in his heart and all the extravagant hopes in his heart.

I just want to get drunk.

It's a dream back to the 5,000-year-old country, and to the brilliant civilization of China!

Dream back to the arms of the people of the nation who will be high-spirited and immortal even if they are far away!

Dream back to the half-dead days when I was tired of working overtime in a certain factory!

Dream back to the one who stayed up late to read, and urged a street boy named Jian Qixian to write a very poor writing novel "The Most Wave of the Rivers and Lakes", and revised the introduction all day long, and read the introduction before his death, and he died before he came to see the first chapter, I don't know if he entered the palace at this moment?

Li Zhenlang shook the wine jug, threw it on the table casually, picked up another pot of wine, and said while drinking: "What a martial arts dream, fuck it! Don't it! Lao Tzu wants to go back to work overtime, three thousand eight in one month, eighty thousand in one Chinese New Year's Eve, buy a house in two years, get married in five years, hold a son in three years, how happy ...... Hahaha...... No~ Don't have a son, give birth to a daughter, right...... Daughter ......"

The moonlight in front of the door shone on his face, making his already pale face even whiter in an instant, without a trace of blood, white and pure, but still a little more delicate.

Li Zhenlang drank wine alone, talking to himself, in addition to his pale face, a few bloodshots appeared in his pupils, and in his red eyes, there were two tears in his eyes, he blinked his eyes from time to time, just because he didn't want it to flow down, Li Zhenlang would rather it flow backwards and flow into his stomach and liver, because he knew that no one could understand his tears in this world.

The short, round-faced man stood quietly by the wooden door behind him, without saying a word, without moving, just watching the young man drink one after another, he didn't know much about the overtime that the young man said, but looking at the young man's appearance at the moment, his heart inexplicably had a trace of sympathy.

Li Zhenlang didn't know that the shopkeeper was watching behind him, using a mouth full of Internet language to express the grievances in his heart.

He slammed the table and said, "Is it good to bully the little master?" raised his hand and slapped a few times in the empty vacuum in front of him, and shouted in his mouth: "Pia... pia... pia... I'll smoke you to death, no matter how good you are? No matter how good a cow is, no matter how much a cow is a canine, Lao Tzu is a human, a high-level animal, do you understand? pia~pia~ Got it? I don't understand and smoke you!"

took another sip of the wine jug, waved his big hand, and said to the door: "Come on! Bring the little moon wolf over, I want to slip it." ”

Li Zhenlang stood up as he spoke, grinning, his posture was a little shaky, holding the wine jug in one hand and picking the corner of the table with the other, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, he turned his head to look, and opened his mouth and shouted, "Dad hasn't slept yet?" and then quickly waved his hand and shook his head, "Call... Wrong call, palm... Shopkeeper, why haven't you slept yet?"

A puzzled look appeared on the face of the short, round-faced man, and he understood before he fell asleep, what is this dad? He put down a plate of beef in his hand, about two or two, patted Li Zhenlang's shoulder and said, "Drink less, eat something." He turned and walked towards the backyard.

Li Zhenlang hurriedly stopped him, "Shopkeeper!" The short man turned around and asked what was the matter, Li Zhenlang raised his hand and touched it in his arms, took out a money bag, and said, "This is for you." ”

The short, round-faced man looked at it and said with a serious expression: "Ming'er will give it back, let's not miss this money." ”

Li Zhenlang squirmed the corners of his mouth, watched the shopkeeper walk into the backyard, turned around and sat down, looked at the money bag in his hand, sighed, and stuffed it into his arms again, planning to return it to the woman as soon as it was dawn.

Li Zhenlang himself doesn't know, he is no longer scolding the woman in his heart is a stinky girl, this is called shallow, unconsciously, it will eventually become a matter of course, this usually only happens after it can affect a person's subconscious, for example, the first glance at a person, it is more repulsive, if nothing else, it will continue like this, on the contrary, if that person can affect you, and make you feel that he is actually not so annoying, you will slowly change another look, another angle to examine him again, until you find his advantages, until you no longer hate。

"Dare to ask the donor, can you allow the little monk to stay for a while?"

A young monk stood at the door of the restaurant and asked.

Li Zhenlang looked at him, a little red between his eyebrows, his face was clean and delicate, his head was also very bright, and his appearance was good, what could he not figure out, why should he become a monk? He stood up and smiled at the monk: "Master, please come in." ”

The young monk bowed his head and said gently: "The donor can call the little monk and chess monk." At the same time, he walked into the wine house with his feet raised, found a table to sit down alone, and smiled at Li Zhenlang again.

Li Zhenlang smiled, a little puzzled, why didn't this monk take off the things on his back and put them on the table? Isn't it tiring to carry it? Looking at its shape, it is boxy, it should not be any clothes or other things, but like a wooden board, or an iron plate, copper plate, or metal box.

It didn't take long for two words to sound in front of the restaurant again, and there seemed to be some displeasure.

Li Zhenlang and the young monk all looked out of the door together.

I saw two people and two horses, parked outside the door under the moonlight.