Looking at the painful Feng Qingyun, Lang Ming suddenly had a kind of desolation at the end of the hero. I didn't expect that I had just come out to experience life in a different environment, and I almost became a martyr.

Although it hurt to be beaten, my heart was very happy.

"Hey, have you been peeking at our family Ziyi?"

Feng Qingyun wiped the tears on his face, and suddenly changed the topic to Lang Mingming.

"It's not a peek, my family lives across the street from her house, and I look out of the window every day. And Ziyi often does the same thing with me, which is equivalent to a coincidence. ”

"When Ziyi wakes up, I'll match the two of you. You kid have to fight for me, Ziyi is a good girl. ”

Feng Qingyun patted Lang Mingming's shoulder again.

"I said can you not keep patting me on the shoulder, it really fucking hurts."

"Haha......"

After the two drank the wine in their hands, they helped each other and walked to the hospital. The lights on the side of the road stretched the figures of the two men for a long, long time.

What a kind and unfamiliar word for brother. Feng Qingyun even thought that it was impossible for him to meet someone in this kind of relationship in this life. The world is so tormenting people, it will always poke at your weakest place at some inadvertent time, and you can't stop it if you want to.

Those who often talk about their friends are still drifting away at some point in their lives, and those who have been silently paying silently to drink and fight with you can never forget.

Some people may say that men should be free and easy, like a heavy rain, let the rain wet their faces, shake their heads, and it will start again.

Some people may say that a man should be relieved, like watching the scenery, let him bloom and smile slightly, and it will be another journey.

Some people may say that men should forget, like drinking a glass of spirits, let it slide through the nine curves of the intestines, and in the blink of an eye, they will be reborn again.

It's just that even if it's a man, no matter how strong he is, he will have all kinds of voices, talk and laugh, during the day and at night.

It's just that even a man, no matter how brave he is, there will be a thousand entanglements, reluctance and reluctance, yesterday, today.

It's just that even if it's a man, no matter how chic he is, he will have a lot of feelings, without saying a word, in the wine, in the heart.

In fact, they are not stubborn, they are just in the prime of life, and they are born at the right time, and a glance is ten thousand years.

In fact, they are not delicate, they just have similar surnames and similar surnames, and a drunk is a lifetime

In fact, they don't pretentious, they just hate to see each other late, but fortunately they know each other, and once they meet is eternal.

Perhaps, they are often considered ignorant because they are fearless, they dare to laugh out loud, they dare to despise their surroundings.

Probably, it is often considered ridiculous, because they are stupid, they dare to pass the years, dare to remember the past.

Perhaps, they are often considered hateful, because they dare to act, they dare to love sincerely, dare to hate frankly,

They interpret the word man, like a mountain, resolute, upright, silent, not humble.

They interpret the word man, like a river, unrestrained, free and easy, not grandiose, not favored.

They, interpreting the word man, are like a pine, straight, towering, not giving up, not sinking.

Sometimes, when they are suddenly sad, there will be a greeting, if it is not them, they can't give such feelings.

Sometimes, when they are suddenly entangled, there will be a word of concern, if it is not them, they can't give such true feelings.

Sometimes, suddenly nostalgic, there will be a feast, not for them, they can't give such intensity.

There is no maybe, they are always there, when you need it, without any hint, because you are depressed.

There is no maybe, they are always there, when you need it, without any words, because you are grieving.

There is no maybe, they are always there, when you need it, without any superfluity, because you are sad.

One day, they will have half of themselves, and that half will be one of us, and if they like it, we will accept it.

One day, they will have a child of their own, and that child will be our child, and they will give birth, and we will raise it.

One day, they will have their own family, and that family will also be our family, and they will make it up, and we will do it.

That is, those people, they call brothers, they call them brothers now, and they will be called brothers in the future, they have no blood, but they are engraved in their minds.

That is, those people, they call them brothers, they call them brothers for a while, and they are called brothers all their lives, thousands of miles apart, but they are close at hand.

That is, those people, they call them brothers, they call them brothers for ten years, and they are called brothers for a hundred years, although they are men, they love deeply.

At this time, Feng Qingyun thought that Lang Ming was a man, a man who was swishing.

"Hey, tell me, what's wrong with your Ziyi? Why suicide? ”

Maybe it's because I drank too much wine and talked more. Maybe it's the question that has been pressing on my heart that I finally can't help it.

"Don't say it, buddy hurts here."

Feng Qingyun pounded his heart hard, and there was a burst of pain.

"How do you think such a good girl can know me? I originally thought that she was no different from those young ladies of the official family, with a gentle smile on her face but a belly of the city. But then I fucking realized what a simple child she was, this world is like this, the kinder you are, the more innocent people will be bullied. ”

"Hey, you've read so many books, you explain to me, what does it mean that a good person has a good reward?"

Not to mention that it was okay, Feng Qingyun became excited again.

"Good people have good rewards, they are all fucking liars, Uncle Lei Feng is such a noble person, and he didn't die young. Qiu Shaoyun is such a tough man, you said that it doesn't hurt to be burned by fire, but that stupid guy was burned to death and didn't make a sound. Those who sit back and enjoy their prosperity live longer than they do, and this is called a good man with a good reward. They haven't even married a daughter-in-law, and the peace they bought with their blood is so ruined by us scumbags, do you think they will feel distressed if they see it? ”

Feng Qingyun pointed to the still glorious Nanjing City and shouted. It was as if the 300,000 souls of the dead under the old city could hear it and sleep in peace of mind.

Lang obviously didn't expect that a question would lead to an angry young man, and he, a good boy who had been reading sage books, really didn't have such a high insight.

"Don't you say that the scourge can live for a thousand years? That fool has been fighting with me, and often does things with me that can't be put on the table. From time to time, I talked to me about which woman from a good family I was going to harm, but in the end I didn't break my virgin body. This can be called a scourge, but why the hell is dead, I don't even dare to look at it when I die. It's tragic enough to have a friend like me in this life. ”

Feng Qingyun bent down fiercely, the person he called the scourge didn't know if he was doing well over there, whether there was a scourge for one or two women from good families.

Feng Qingyun shed tears and told Lang Mingming about the experience of traveling abroad, and he didn't even hide how he insidiously calculated those sons and brothers in the provincial party committee compound. But when it came to Zhou Ziyi, he suddenly got stuck, and he didn't know how to continue. In fact, Rulang was as smart as Lang would have guessed it a long time ago.

"Brute."

Lang Mingming punched Feng Qingyun in the face, and he didn't know if he was talking about Feng Qingyun or scolding those foreign gangsters who spoiled Zhou Ziyi. (To be continued.) )