Mo Rufeng took a sip of wine, held back his strength, and squirted the wine out, and the wine was like a sword, shooting towards the South China Tiger.

The South China Tiger was furious, reached out and pinched Mo Rufeng's cheeks, and motioned for the man with the wine bottle next to him to pour wine again.

This time, Mo Rufeng had no choice, he was poured into a bottle of liquor, only to feel dizzy, and his stomach was hot, as if it was about to burn.

Seeing that he was silent again, the South China Tiger leaned over to see his reaction, but Mo Rufeng raised his head violently, his forehead hit his jaw, and the South China Tiger stood up with a scream of pain.

"Fill another bottle!" South China Tiger said fiercely.

Mo Rufeng was poured another bottle of liquor.

He felt the consciousness in his mind become more and more blurred, and struggled a few times before finally stopping moving.

The South China Tiger asked people to untie the rope, and then helped Mo Rufeng up.

"How? Isn't it comfortable? Brother Tiger won't hurt you," he held Mo Rufeng's shoulder, his face full of a victor's smile, "How can a man not drink!" ”

"Hold Brother Feng, let's set off towards happiness!" The South China Tiger said to Ah Yu.

When Mo Rufeng opened his eyes, he felt lightheaded, like a cloud, and his two hands were supported by two people, so as not to fall. In front of him swayed a group of women with heavy makeup, their blood-red lips and snow-white breasts stood out in the light, and their unbridled laughter echoed in their ears.

"Brother," South China Tiger raised Mo Rufeng's chin, "There are beautiful women like clouds here!" Which one do you look at? ”

Mo Rufeng turned his head along the hand of the South China Tiger, his sleepy eyes saw a girl's body, and paused.

The girl was not dressed as scantily as the others, her round face was very white, her nose was small, her lips were not so scarlet, and her two small horns hung limply over her shoulders.

"You're here too!" He raised his hand and pointed at her, wanting to say hello, when a sense of sleepiness hit him, and he hung his head and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized that the girl with pigtails was sitting on a chair with her back to her, pouring water into a glass. He cleared his mind a little, staring at the back in distraction.

The girl quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Mo Rufeng.

"I feel as if I've known you for a long time!" It's like the wind, it's like the wind, and you drink it all.

"This sentence is really uncreative, men say this when they pick up girls," the girl said lightly, "have you woken up from drinking?" ”

Wine! Mo Rufeng remembered that he was drunk unconscious by South China Tiger after pouring two bottles of wine.

"Where is this? How am I here? He asked.

"You and your brothers have come to have fun, and of course this is your gentle land and fairy land." The girl said coldly as she took off her coat.

The girl's body, which was only wearing underwear, was exposed in front of Mo Rufeng, who was suddenly stunned as if she had been hit by a bullet.

The girl has a good figure, her breasts are full, her waist is thin, her legs are slender, and her skin is smooth like satin.

But her eyes were cold, and she looked at Mo Rufeng.

"Have we met?" Mo Rufeng was stunned for a while, and still asked eagerly.

The girl was silent. She walked slowly to the bed, took off her bra, threw it at the head of the bed, and lay on the bed.

Under the snow-white light, her ** is like two towering snow peaks, towering high on her chest. Perhaps spring has arrived, the snow is beginning to melt, and two small pink buds bloom on the top of the two majestic snowy peaks.

The snow-capped mountains, the buds, all make people irresistible and want to get close... Mo Rufeng only felt the spring thunder explode in his ears, his throat was thirsty, and the blood was gushing up, he stood up involuntarily and walked to the side of the bed.

The majestic snow-capped mountain was in front of him, and its owner did not resist, his hand trembled and stretched out to the warm snow-capped mountain.

His hand suddenly stopped in the middle of the process.

In the area between the two snow-capped mountains, a scar pierced his nerves deeply—it was a round scar, which should have been freshly burned, because the flesh around the scar had not yet healed. The image conjured up in his mind: a drunk man holding the girl and pushing the cigarette butt towards her snow-white breast...

Mo Rufeng's heart twitched, imagining how painful it was when the cigarette butt pressed against the flesh.

People have their own hardships and vicissitudes!

He felt that the blood that was surging into his mind was gradually fading, all the ** were far away, and now there was only one "person" left in his heart for the painful feelings of another "person".

There is a kind of people who, under the weight of life, do the hardest, most tiring, and most menial work, their faces and hands are as rough as the dead bark of an ancient tree, their eyes are cloudy, and their nerves are numb, but their hearts are still soft and they empathize with the pain of others.

Their love, in the broad sense of the word, is given to all good people, all lovely animals, all the beauty of nature.

That's why they tell themselves, "Do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

Such people, even if they are overwhelmed by the burdens of life, their heads are trampled into the dust, and their souls are high above, in the clouds, looking down on all beings.

His hand landed on the girl's chest and gently stroked the girl's wound with a gentle motion, like a breeze.

The action was the same as when he brushed his hand over an injured kitten, without a trace of impurities.

He then covered the girl's clothes over hers.

A rush of alcohol hit him, and he staggered out against the wall.

At this time, the girl was already dressed, and she held Mo Rufeng.

"You're so drunk, let's rest and go again, anyway, your brothers aren't done, you lie down for a while!" The girl said, "How to drink so much wine!" ”

This time, there was a faint warmth in her voice.

Mo Rufeng lay on his side on the bed in a dazed manner, and saw the girl standing in front of the window, two pigtails hanging down on her shoulders.

It was as if he had gone back to the carefree days of a long time ago.

"Phew! Little girl, listen to me recite the "Historical Records" for you! He said to the figure, "Would you rather listen to Xiang Yu Benji or the Legend of the Assassins?" ”

"I'll recite "Xiang Yu Benji" for you first, I like heroes with the most affection. Item member, the next person also, the word feather. At the beginning, he was twenty-four. His Ji father Xiang Liang, Liang's father is the Chu general Xiang Yan, who was killed by the Qin general Wang Jian..."

The back of the pigtail in front of the window seemed to be fading, and the sound of Mo Rufeng was getting quieter and quieter.

"Xiaohua, sword courage and piano heart, chivalrous pride, and listen to me recite "The Legend of the Assassins" again. Jing Ke, the Song people also... The prince and the guests who knew about it were all dressed in white and gave them away. Above the water... The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and will never return..."

His voice grew quieter, and he finally fell asleep.