"Old Mr. Buffon! It's not a good thing to eat alone! ”

Buffon Sr. looked at me and handed me a bottle of beer!

I pointed to the deck and said, "It's dark here, so let's go to the splint and bask in the sun and enjoy the sea breeze to eat!"

Buffon Sr. complained: "I have been blowing the sea breeze for forty or fifty years!" It's been on deck for forty or fifty years! ”

I said as I moved things to the deck, "Brag, you! Look at how you look at your forties, and you have been blowing the sea breeze for 50 years, is it possible that you will blow the sea breeze in your mother's womb? ”

As soon as I said this, the elder Buffon was silent!

After a while he said, "I don't know how old I am!" All I know is that I've been blowing the sea breeze on this sea for many, many years! From the time I was very young, I was on this sea! ”

Oh my God, I'm an orphan too?

"Old Mr. Buffon, I think we should have a drink!"

Buffon Sr. asked, "For what?"

Me: "You're an orphan, and I was an orphan, shouldn't we have a drink?" ”

Buffon Sr. said with a twinkle in his eyes: "Really?"

I smiled and nodded!

Moving everything outside, Buffon and I sat across from each other, and Joan of Arc helped fill the wine!

At this point, I already had the first idea in my head.

Just pour wine into this old Buffon first!

When it's time to get this guy confused, throw him into the cabin, and we'll be waiting quietly on the sea for it to appear!

After telling Joan of Arc about her plans, Joan of Arc smiled and brought over two more bundles of cold beer!

"Come on! Let's toast to the fact that we are all orphans! ”

As I spoke, the beer bottles in the hands of Buffon Sr. and I bumped into each other!

I craned my neck and started pouring beer into my stomach!

Buffon Sr. took a sip and wanted to put the beer down, but seeing that I was so bold, the beer that had already left his mouth was inserted into his mouth again!

This beer has a relatively high degree of alcohol! I'm really a little uncomfortable when I pour a bottle of wine!

But soon I used my spiritual power to dissolve all the alcohol in my stomach!

Buffon Sr. drank it all and said to me with a smile: "Happy! It's been a long time since I've had a drink like this! It's a pleasure! ”

"I can't think of you Chinese, it seems to be quiet! How can you be so bold when you drink? ”

I was immediately upset when I heard this!

"Huh! In the Song Dynasty in China, there was a capital called Wu Song...... Not the equivalent of the chief of your French police! He once drank eighteen bowls of vodka in a row, eighteen bowls! Such a big bowl! ”

I gestured to him as I spoke!

After drinking, Wu Song's face was not red or panting, but his steps were a little disordered, and then he passed by a hill! There's a very big tiger in that hill! ”

"The tiger has been hungry for days! I finally saw some meat, and naturally pounced! Na Wu Song raised a kick and knocked the tiger to the ground, and then used his sandbag-sized fist on the tiger to hammer seventy or eighty punches! After a sharp hammer, the tiger was directly killed by Wu Song! ”

Buffon Sr. listened attentively, and after listening to me, Buffon Sr. slapped the table and shouted!

"Good! Wu Song hero, what a brave! I underestimated you Chinese before! ”

I smiled slightly and said, "Then for Wu Song, let's make another bottle!"

Buffon Sr. poured beer into his stomach as soon as he craned his neck!

I handed Joan of Arc the beer in my hand, and then took the empty beer bottle and put it on the table and teased Buffon Sr. You can't! Every time I drink, it's slower than me! ”

Old Buffon was stunned for a moment, then opened another bottle and said, "No! Again! ”

I can't fake it now, I took the beer that Joan of Arc bit open with my teeth and poured it up with my neck!

Although the alcohol has been broken down by me! But the water is still in the stomach! I moved my body and gurgled!

Damn it! It's useless to just break down the alcohol, this water has to be drained!

I used to drink with Lin Dong and drink seven or eight bottles, and I didn't see my stomach gurgling! Could it be that alcohol paralyzed me at that time?

Now I'm not drinking as fast as Buffon!

Buffon Sr. put the beer bottle on the table with a smile on his face, and when he saw that I had finally put the beer down, he reached out and opened a can and handed it to Joan of Arc and me!

"Eat! This is the sailors' best lunch! Canned tempeh salmon and canned beef! And beer, of course! ”

I stuffed a few pieces of meat into my mouth and pressed my stomach, and then said, "Old Buffon! I'll tell you the story of the prodigal son Yanqing! ”

Hehe! Shuibo Liangshan has one hundred orders and eight generals, I can tell you for three days and three nights!

After a while, Buffon Sr. exclaimed excitedly.

"Good! The prodigal son Yanqing, who values love and righteousness, is a good man! Come and drink! ”

Another bottle of beer! Joan of Arc raised her hand to show me the watch on her wrist, the hour was up!

"Old Buffon! I'll tell you the story of Zhiduoxing Wu Yong! ”

After a while, the elder Buffon shouted again: "Good! Zhiduoxing Wu Yong is a genius! Drink! ”

"Let's go!"

The more Buffon and I drank, the more we got high! In a while, both cases of beer had bottomed out!

Joan of Arc then moved several more boxes!

I'm getting a bit of a sore egg!

After drinking so much, my stomach was already full, but I was afraid that when I went to the toilet, old Buffon would inadvertently glance at the time!

So I could only endure the sore spot of my bladder and continue to tell old Buffon stories!

However, after a while, the elder Buffon couldn't sit still!

"No, brother! I'm going to go to the toilet! ”

I hurriedly stood up and helped old Buffon and said, "Go and go!"

As soon as I soaked in urine into the sea, my body was relieved!

At this time, the elder Buffon looked at the sun and said, "Hey! Shouldn't we be back to port! ”

I gritted my teeth and stomped my foot at old Buffon and said, "Back to a chicken. Bamao! Let's go to the deck and drink! Wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants! Go on! ”

Buffon Sr. frowned and looked at the sun, and then at the calm ocean around him!

He also gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said: "Fuck the god of the sea, Lao Tzu will go to sea to fish!" He's kind of slamming me! ”

Good! That's what you want!

The current old Buffon can be described in a sentence on the paragraph!

Before drinking, my old Buffon was French!

After drinking, France is my old Buffon's!

After a drink, the sun is already setting at sea level!

As the sun sets, the sea is colored by the red sun, and the sea breeze is no longer docile.

The icy sea breeze dried the sweat that had just been discharged, and after a while, we felt a little cold on the deck!