Feng Qingyun took Lang Mingming to a stall that he used to go to often, and the summer in Nanjing City was like this, hot and humid. The stalls were full of thick flue-cured tobacco, and Lang, who had been eating at home, couldn't stand this environment and coughed vigorously.

"What's wrong, don't you fit in?"

Feng Qingyun asked with a smile when he saw Lang Mingming's situation.

"Haha, it's a little unaccustomed. I didn't expect that the city of Hungry Nanjing would be so lively at night, even busier than during the day. ”

Looking at the people coming and going, it didn't take long for all the tables in this stall to be full.

"You can't stay in a greenhouse all the time, this society is multifaceted. There are a lot of things that you can't learn from books. Whether I used to fight or skip class, it doesn't mean that I don't study hard. I just want to understand this society more and make some different friends. ”

Feng Qingyun explained to Lang Mingming, who looked curious, like a middle-aged man.

"Boss, bring me ten bottles of beer, and forty lamb skewers......"

Feng Qingyun said to the boss.

"Ten beers...... How can you finish it? ”

Lang was obviously taken aback by Feng Qingyun's words.

"It's easy to come out once, so men should drink."

"Well, let's have a few drinks today."

Lang Ming pointed at Feng Qingyun helplessly.

"That's right."

After the wine came up, the two didn't ask for wine glasses, but directly blew the bottle. It didn't take long for only bottles to be left on the table. Lang Ming Ming was drunk early.

"I'll just say you greenhouse flowers, haha, look at you like that."

Feng Qingyun was no better, his tongue was a little curled.

"Don't look down on people, who told you that you can mix outside all day long. Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read. ”

Lang is obviously not a particularly peaceful child, but he has been suppressed by his father, and his surname Bing has slowly eased up.

"Don't fucking talk to me with a good student attitude, your family is harmonious, you don't have to worry about food and clothing, don't feel like you can empathize with anyone."

Feng Qingyun was really a little anxious, he was most unaccustomed to others talking to him with an educational attitude.

"Who the fuck is arguing here, so that Lao Tzu has no interest in drinking."

A few shirtless men at the table next to them yelled at the two of them, apparently having drunk a lot of wine as well.

"It's me, what's wrong, what can you do with Lao Tzu?"

"Grass your mother."

A beer bottle hit Feng Qingyun's head, and blood flowed down his cheeks. Lang Mingming hurriedly went up to help him up, but because he drank too much wine, he didn't stand firm on the soles of his feet, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Feng Qingyun supported the ground with his hands and stood up with difficulty.

"What you just said, it's not very good for your ears to hear clearly."

Feng Qingyun, who stood up, had his face already stained red with blood. His eyes were cold, like a lone wolf who hadn't eaten meat for a long time. The few people on the opposite side couldn't help but feel a little worried when they saw it.

Feng Qingyunjia didn't fight less, and he was often beaten by others before, and only at this time did he really feel that he was still alive.

"I said, I'll grass your mother."

The man who smashed Feng Qingyun with a beer bottle said it again, and there was another wine bottle in his hand, and it seemed that he wanted to make up for it on Feng Qingyun's head.

"You can scold me as much as you want, but can you not scold my mother."

Feng Qingyun said very calmly, as if discussing with a few people opposite.

"I'm still scolding your mom today, what's the matter?"

Another wine bottle smashed on Feng Qingyun's head, Feng Qingyun stumbled but did not fall. Feng Qingyun picked up a wine bottle and wanted to return it. But a figure is faster than him.

Lang Mingming shook and picked up a stool and hit the man's head just now, and the force was so great that Feng Qingyun, who often fights, was shocked.

Feng Qingyun hated others for scolding his mother in his life, and once a classmate jokingly scolded him, Nanjing people are good at bringing some idiomatic expressions. Before he could react, Feng Qingyun hit him in the face with a fist, and from then on, anyone who came into contact with Feng Qingyun didn't dare to mention half a mother's word.

"You're looking for death."

Several people surrounded at the same time, and Lang Mingming waved the chair in his hand and smashed it at several people indiscriminately. Feng Qingyun also joined the war with a wine bottle.

The last few people were injured to varying degrees, especially the guy who scolded Feng Qingyun. Not to mention Feng Qingyun and Lang Mingming, each of them had a blue nose and swollen face, Lang Mingming's body had not yet recovered, and the purple potion had long been covered by red.

"I didn't expect you to be quite capable of fighting."

Feng Qingyun and the two of them sat on the side of the road, each holding a bottle of beer in their hands. Feng Qingyun patted Lang Mingming's shoulder vigorously.

"Grass, it hurts."

This seems to be the first time in Lang Mingming's life that he has exploded into foul language.

"Haha...... Enough buddy. I think my father said that your old man saved him, and this time you saved me. How did you say you two became our saviors? ”

Feng Qingyun laughed at himself.

"Why don't you say that we were dragged into the water by you, don't fix these high-sounding words, just remember to invite me to drink more glasses in the future."

How familiar this scene is, the summer of a few years ago was so hot and humid. Feng Qingyun went out to drink with a friend he thought was his best friend in his life, for a woman on the street who didn't know where he came from. The two stepped forward for unknown reasons, and in order to save Feng Qingyun, he was stabbed. In the end, he went to the hospital and failed to be rescued, and later Feng Qingyun learned that the woman was not a good bird, but the lover of an underworld boss.

It seems that he had an affair with his younger brother and was tracked here. The two of them stupidly want to fight for justice, but in fact, they also have the meaning of heroes saving beauty. Who knew that it didn't matter if he was saved, he would never come back.

During that time, Feng Qingyun always ran to the wall of the old city of Nanjing City alone and took two bottles of wine. Drink one bottle for yourself and the other and sprinkle it all on the already mossy walls. Every now and then, he would always cry and bend over, holding a wine bottle, pointing to the neon city of Nanjing, and scolding.

It had been many years, and Feng Qingyun had never dared to go to his grave to take a look. I thought that I might drink a few more times, and forget about it when my brain was drunk, but today I met Lang Mingming, who was also stupid. The memories that had faded came back to my heart, and I took a sip of wine.

"The wind is so damn strong, bullshit."

Feng Qingyun's eyes were moist, and he forgot the pain on his body. Hugging Lang Mingming, who didn't know why next to him, was in pain, who said that the man had no true feelings, at least Lang Mingming thought that Feng Qingyun, who was fighting and skipping class, was not bad. (To be continued.) )