Chapter 34 Drunk, Heartbroken Man at the End of the World

The restaurant where Wang Yu went was naturally "Yangguan", and only Yangguan Restaurant in the entire Jinling did not charge Wang Yu for meals, and would provide the most intimate service.

At this time, Wang Yu naturally knew why the restaurant was called "Yangguan", which was taken from the meaning of "there is no reason for people to go out of Yangguan in the west".

Because he wanted to show that he was drinking in the sight of someone with a heart, and to deduce the feelings of a son-in-law who was green by the lady in charge, Wang Yu refused the invitation of the shopkeeper to go straight to the third floor of the Accord.

I deliberately chose a window seat in the lobby on the first floor, and I didn't want to eat alcohol, but the wine I ordered was the most famous west wind in the sun.

The west wind is fierce, and the intestines are broken!

People have a limit to endure, even though Wang Yu can cheer himself up through continuous psychological construction and setting lofty goals, but since he entered the army, the negative energy that Wang Yu has endured also needs to be resolved.

Wine is the best carrier, between half dreaming and half waking up, you can taste the real life.

Wang Yu held a scribe's wine glass that could only hold two coins at a time, and tasted the west wind one cup after another, but he didn't know or pretended not to know that someone was secretly watching him.

"Xifeng Lie is the wine of heroic heroes, and it has to be drunk in a big bowl by a man in Kansai to show the heroism of a man, but why is a weak scholar drinking it cup by piece, but it makes people look at it with a long aftertaste and tenderness? It's really worthy of the son of Ling Xiao who wrote 'What is the love in the world'......"

In the private room on the second floor, a white-clothed man stood against the railing, overlooking Wang Yu from the window, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Knowing that the author of "Shooting the Condor" was in Jinling, the white-clothed son Xing hurried from Bianliang, but he didn't expect that Mr. Ling Xiao, who wrote "The Great Man of Chivalry, for the Country and the People", turned out to be a young son-in-law!

A son-in-law of a businessman's family!

A son-in-law!

This threatens to shatter the young man's perception.

Where is the chivalrous courage that is good?

Where is the chivalrous tenderness that is good?

The images of Guo Jing, Yang Guo and others kept flashing in the young man's mind, but he was finally disillusioned.

The reality is really different from the book.

……

A small jar of West Wind Lie has already been swallowed, and the stimulation of alcohol has made Wang Yu's mood that he has been depressed for many days better.

Wang Yu stood up, his steps were upside down, but he was a little drunk, and pushed away Xiao Er, who was going to help Wang Yu to the back guest room to rest, Wang Yu slowly walked to the street.

On the bustling street, pedestrians are weaving, Wang Yu took a wine gap, a sip of wine spewed out, as if he was sober, casually found a direction to walk, occasionally someone cast a disgusted look at Wang Yu, Wang Yu didn't care, just walked.

Wang Yu is sentimental and sad!

The past has become a cloud of smoke, Wang Yu stretched out his hand to seize those days when the smoke of gunpowder was full and his life hung by a thread, but he found that the illusion had finally come to naught.

Wang Yu looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky, feeling the history that might happen in this time and space, and this life was obviously not peaceful.

At this time, Wang Yu has the meaning that everyone is drunk and I am awake, and he has the feeling of God's perspective when he sees the red dust.

I walked a few blocks in my desire to return with the wind, and the noisy shouting, laughter, and quarrels once again made Wang Yu return to the world from the Yuyu Qionglou in the fantasy world.

At this point, the philosopher probably thinks: Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

Wang Yu is more vulgar, with the stimulation of alcohol, Wang Yu is sad and wants to cry.

Wang Yu couldn't figure it out, couldn't understand why the bad old man had to let himself get into trouble?

Wang Yu browsed the memories of the past fourteen years, and the bad old man was undoubtedly a competent and loving father, but why did he dig a sinkhole for his only bloodline when he was dying?

Could it be that he owed the old man hundreds of billions in his last life?

……

Wang Yu stood on the street, couldn't help but want to raise his head and howl, but he didn't want to be a monster after all, he opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

"Go away! Nothing in the way? The aunt who bought vegetables pushed behind Wang Yu and walked away with her nose covered.

"A good scholar, if you don't study at home to seek fame, what kind of wine do you drink in the daytime?" The peddler gave him a disgusted look.

"Isn't there something wrong with this guy's brain!" Passers-by pass by.

……

Wang Yu listened to everyone's discussions, and actually felt a little kind.

This is the world!

Wang Yu staggered along, but he didn't know that there were two pairs of bright eyes looking at him in the carriage behind him.

I don't know the reason why someone in the carriage is looking at him, naturally, there are too many eyes looking at him, and it takes five or six lines of sight just to bring Wang Yu a sense of oppression, maybe it is some heroes in the rivers and lakes, Wang Yu faintly floated bloody gas from the tip of his nose.

Look! Watch whatever you want!

Wang Yu didn't take the stalker to heart, since the book "Shooting the Condor" was written, this has been a common thing.

Wang Yu walked in a hurry, not only acting, but also really lamenting his doomed and bumpy life, when suddenly Wang Yu's footsteps stopped.

In front of Wang Yu, there were a pair of big eyes that were timid.

A sickly young woman, with a stick, sat on a street corner, her eyes closed. She was holding a three- or four-year-old child tightly in her arms, and the child's bright eyes were looking at Wang Yu.

"In this world, there are too many poor people, even if Luo Gongzi has a heart, he can't control it." The woman in Chinese clothes in her twenties on the carriage gently patted the hand of the white-clothed boy beside her, and comforted her gently.

Luo Gongzi gestured outside the car, didn't speak, just looked in front of him. In the crowd, someone nodded at the carriage, but stopped just about to move.

Wang Yu casually threw two copper coins, took two white steamed buns from the pastry stall, and walked towards the mother and son in distress.

Feeling Wang Yu coming, the woman reluctantly opened her eyes, and was a little stunned when she saw the steamed bun in Wang Yu's hand, but she hugged the child in her arms tightly, the woman has experienced too much, and some people want to buy the woman's child, but as a mother, even if she starves to death, she doesn't want people to take the child away.

Seeing the woman's old hen protecting her calf, Wang Yu smiled, at least this is a competent mother, which makes Wang Yu's heart more warm. Wang Yu squatted down, looked at the woman's eyes, handed the steamed bun to the two, and between swallowing saliva, the mother and son just hesitated for a moment before taking the steamed bun and eating it in a big gulp.

During this period, Wang Yu reached out and put a hand on the woman's forehead, and sure enough, she had a low-grade fever. Wang Yu broke the steamed bun into small pieces, fed the child a few bites, and said to the woman: "Sister-in-law, come home with me, wash the laundry, cook, clean up the house, and give the child a few tiles on his head." ”

The woman's expression was a little frightened and hesitant, but Wang Yu didn't care so much, reached out and gently helped the woman up, twisted her back on her back, and walked towards her old house with the child's little hand in her hand.

At this time, the woman's state is obviously worse than that of the child, her body is light, even a little sluggish, and a little cold.

Wang Yu could imagine that the woman must have given the child what she could ask for first, and had been protecting the child with a thin body, so that the child was not infected with the cold.

Even in this life, the life is not satisfactory for the time being, even now, he is full of sorrow, Wang Yu can't see the tragic image of the beggar mother and daughter freezing to death on the street.

After all, Wang Yu is a hot-blooded man with feelings!

It is because of affection that it hurts!