Zheng De keenly found that the wine saint's eyes looking at Hu Lei became more and more sympathetic, and it hurt. If you work hard to do this, it won't fulfill the relationship between these two people.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel unpleasant about making wedding clothes for others.

So he shouted at the two people who stopped after drinking a lap, "I said, this wine that will take a break and fight for eggs, and I can continue to drink it forever, don't you want to drink my eldest brother like this?"

Maybe it's because he was a little depressed tonight, Zheng De's words were no longer simply aimed at Hu Lei.

The wine saint frowned when he heard this, but he didn't know for what reason, he didn't say anything.

Even Zheng Xian was a little unhappy, "Drink down my big brother", what kind of is this. Still, he wouldn't bother to bother with this idiot.

These two people don't have anything to say, but Hu Lei is never like that. One night, Zheng De jumped up and down, and he was noisy.

He rolled his eyelids, "I think Secretary Xiao Zheng, you are really condescending to be a secretary." ”

Zheng De was stunned, how could Hu Lei suddenly praise himself, he was a little confused for a while.

Hu Lei looked at Zheng De's confused eyes and continued, "You should go to work in the neighborhood committee." ”

"......", Zheng De.

Is this thing sarcastic that she is as noisy as the aunt of the neighborhood committee? Damn, it must be like this.

He was about to have a seizure, but when he saw Hu Lei and the wine saint drinking again, this anger could only be forcibly suppressed in the bottom of his heart.

Although Hu Lei was a little suspicious of stealing and playing tricks when he tasted wine before, he drank at least one glass of wine in each glass, and just now he drank it completely with the wine saint. By this time, his head was actually starting to get a little dizzy. However, maybe it's really talented, this guy has been drinking since he was a child, and he started to get dizzy after drinking a few glasses, but he is not drunk, so to speak, this guy has never been drunk when he drank, which is why he dared to agree to Zheng De's bet.

He and the wine saint picked up their wine glasses again, and after each making a gesture of invitation to the other, they drank it all again.

After a while, it was another lap of drinking.

After these two rounds of drinking, the atmosphere of the bar has been stirred up to a small climax. The onlookers have never seen this kind of drinking, cup after cup, if it weren't for the fact that the smell of alcohol in the air had already diffused, everyone really thought that these two people were drinking boiled water!

At this time, although the wine saint still had that indifferent expression, there was a little softness between his eyebrows. And speaking of which, he is not completely unchanged, at least the drinking posture is a lot more heroic, a bit drunk posture.

The wine saint may only be slightly high, but Hu Lei has completely let go of his posture. The more dizzy his head became, the clearer his mind became, and some of the things he saw in the experience dream flashed in his mind like a slide, and he couldn't help but be excited.

After another glass of wine, Hu Lei slammed the wine glass on the table, and the glass as thick as his fingertips instantly fell apart.

The originally warm atmosphere was suddenly suffocated, the scene instantly quieted down, almost everyone's eyes widened, but there were huge waves in their hearts, what kind of strength is this Nima!

Hu Lei didn't care so much, he shouted, "Good wine, good wine!"

Seeing his performance, people began to mutter, "Isn't this guy drinking high?"

"Obviously, it's such a way to drink, it's not high!"

"That's not necessarily, you don't see the wine saint at all. ”

"Phew, that's why there's only one wine saint. ”

People talked about it, and the corners of Zheng De's mouth raised a smug smile, and the victory was in his hands.

Only the wine saint frowned, in his opinion, Hu Lei's alcohol consumption should be more than that. And...... Regardless of the amount of alcohol, a drunkard is not worthy to have a relationship with him, regardless of his knowledge.

At this moment, Hu Lei suddenly laughed, and after laughing, he looked at the god of wine, "Five-flowered horse, daughter Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell it with you...... Eternal sorrow. ”

Once again, there was silence.

"This guy just read poetry again?"

"Good...... As if yes!"

"Ciao, I always thought that drinking and composing poetry was the patent of the ancients, but I didn't expect to see such a play today. ”

"You're not kidding me, where is this poetry, I don't know where I copied it from!"

"Have you heard?"

“……”

When people were talking, opposite Hu Lei, the wine saint had a different feeling. He looked at Hu Lei, and suddenly found that the other party looked drunk, but his eyes were clear and bright, and there seemed to be a flash of light between the opening and closing.

"Eternal sorrow, eternal sorrow. He muttered silently, and then his expression stretched, "It's a long sorrow, and I have to drink a big cup for Brother Hu's poem." ”

After that, he picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it all, which seemed to be even more heroic.

"Brother Hu, can this poem be up and down?", the wine saint looked at Hu Lei, although he was asking, but his eyes were full of expectation. When Hu Lei read it out, he felt a resonance that he had never felt before, as if this poem was written for him.

Hu Lei shook his head and pretended to be mysterious, "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

"Come, Mr. Wine Saint, let's continue. ”

The wine saint shook his head helplessly, Hu Lei was reluctant to say, and he naturally didn't want to do that dead face.

Another cup of belly, Hu Lei's inexplicable poetry did not decrease but increased, and another picture flashed from his mind, "The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time." The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. ”

The wine saint was stunned for a moment, "Only the drinker leaves his name, and only the drinker leaves his name, this pride is rare through the ages." ”

"Brother Hu, did you make this poem?"

Hu Lei continued to shake his head, "Don't say, don't say." ”

The wine saint was speechless, good wine is rare, and it is even more rare to write good poems about wine, but this time Hu Lei has read two poems, and at this moment, the wine saint is like a hundred claws scratching his heart.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the two wine poems that could be called handed down to the world in his opinion were actually from the same article.

Seeing Hu Lei pick up the wine again, the wine saint also knew that he was still concentrating on drinking the bar today, don't expect Hu Lei to answer his doubts, so he also picked up the wine glass, this poem can't be spelled, and the wine can still fight.

The two of them continued to go back and forth, cup after cup. The atmosphere at the scene was still warm, but it was completely different from Fang Cai, looking at the young man who drank a glass of wine and recited a poem, everyone felt a little unreal in a dream.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, I am born to be useful, and the daughter will come back when it is gone." ”

"The Son of Heaven couldn't get on the boat, and claimed that his ministers were immortals in wine. ”

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date, raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a trio. ”

……

A glass of wine, a poem, Hu Lei can be regarded as a complete self-indulgence, regardless of whether the poem is appropriate or not, and no matter what kind of sensation his brain will cause by throwing out so many heirloom poems.

In fact, the onlookers have been a little numb by the shock!

"Brother Resurrection?"

"Ah, oh, call me!"

"I said, how much has this kid read?"

"Since he started reciting poems, it has been five rounds of wine, and there are as many as 35 poems. ”

"How many have you heard?"

Tan Fusheng shook his head.

"Ciao, not a single one?", Wang Zibin gasped, this is a little scary, this kid can't have crossed over, right?

Tan Fusheng continued to shake his head, "Not a single one." His eyes were solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, Zheng De, who was extremely unhappy with Hu Lei's limelight, ridiculed again, "I said Boss Hu, this is a wine fight, not a poem." You have this spare time, you might as well get drunk quickly, so we can call it a day and go home. ”

Zheng Xian looked at his cheap brother as if he was looking at an idiot, in fact, what he said was indeed an idiot, which can also be seen from the expression of the onlookers.

Hu Lei happened to drink another cup at this time, and when he heard Zheng De's words, he squinted his eyes. Perhaps because of the upsurge of wine, there was a hint of frivolity in his eyes that he had never had before, "The wind blows the willow flowers all over the store, and Wu Ji presses the wine to call the guests to taste." The children of Jinling came to see each other off, and they did everything they could. ”

Zheng De was stunned, what do you mean?

At this time, a whisper from the crowd gave him an answer, "Wu Ji pressed the wine to call the guests to taste, Boss Hu, didn't this mean that Second Young Master Zheng was inviting him to drink?"

"Poof, you're so funny, Second Young Master Zheng is Wu Ji!"

Zheng De's face is black!

"It's not me who teases, it's Boss Hu who teases!"

"What's even funnier is still to come, just now Second Young Master Zheng also said that he was drunk early and finished work early, which is obviously driving people. Boss Hu said, "The children of Jinling are here to send each other, and if you want to do it, you can do it or not", this is not to make it clear that your brothers are very well entertained, and my brother doesn't want to leave!"

Jung Hyun's face is also dark!

Hu Lei also listened to it very clearly, and couldn't help but be speechless. A good parting poem for a friend was actually answered by this kind of crooked reasoning, these people are really talented. The conscience of heaven and earth, just happened to think of this poem, and there is no other meaning at all!

Trust me, this isn't the case!