The meal lasted four hours, and it was not over until eleven o'clock in the evening.

There were four rounds of dishes, and the last two rounds were basically all supper meals of grilled meat.

Under the influence of alcohol, except for me, Chen Qiuyan and Song Butian, the rest of the people's brains are not very clear.

Fang Shiliang is a young man, it is normal for him to drink high, but everyone else is an old man, and they are all the kind of characters who have names and surnames in the industry......

Really, when they got drunk, the reaction was so refreshing.

The old throat is better, sitting on the side with Zhenjianghe, giggling and not knowing what to talk about.

I also leaned over and listened curiously for a while, only to find that they were both muttering when they were talking, and neither of them could hear what the other was saying, but they seemed to understand each other's spirit, laughing and laughing while talking, and laughing and slapping the table from time to time.

Dong Lao Xian'er was like a demon, humming and chirping, sitting on the side, singing in his mouth, as if he was singing a two-person turn.

Yuan Shaoweng is the most elegant among them, half-squinting his eyes, his fingers are constantly flicking on the table, his face is full of indescribable leisure, between his lips closed, he can vaguely hear the sound of his words, but what he is talking about, no one can hear this.

"Crazy." Song Butian muttered, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, looked at the old throat seriously, and whispered to me: "These old people haven't drunk so much for many years, and this time they must have enjoyed a lot." ”

"Old Song, it seems that you, like me, don't like to drink much." I laughed and said, "Drinking less is good for your body, but it depends on their situation...... I can't persuade it. ”

Song Butian didn't say anything, looked at the liquor box on the table, and his expression was a little helpless.

Liquor, the number of heights, nine bottles in a box, at least one pound in a bottle.

In this way, they drank a total of nine catties of high-count liquor, even if it was coarse, and spread it evenly.......

Fang Shiliang, Lao Yu, Yuan Shaoweng, Zhenjianghe, Dong Lao Xian'er.

Several of them drank at least two catties of liquor each, which is really not afraid of alcohol poisoning!

"What are you two doing? Sneaky! Fang Shiliang slapped the table suddenly, pointed at me and Song Butian's noses and said, "Hurry up and drink!" Isn't it a gentleman! Are you two too embarrassed to hide! ”

"Let's just have some tea." Song Butian smiled without embarrassment: "At this age, we have to pay attention to health." ”

"Fart!" Dong Lao Xian'er scolded, also slapped the table, glared at Song Butian and said, "In the eyes of us old people, what are you pretending to be old?" Scold us, right? ”

Without waiting for Song Butian to explain, Fang Shiliang grabbed him by the neck and dragged him to Dong Lao Xian'er's side: "That's right! He's the one who scolds you! Grandfather! I've got someone for you! How are we going to clean him up?! ”

"Pour wine!" Dong Lao Xian'er laughed: "This rabbit cub wants to hide, let's let him have a good drink, drink a bottle and sing a song for us to turn for two, this is the ......."

"I'm reluctant to drink, but isn't it a little embarrassing for me to sing a duo?" Song Butian said with tears and laughter, and picked up a glass of wine from the table as if resigned to his fate: "I can't sing!" ”

"Can't sing I'll teach you, listen to it." Dong Lao Xian'er said step by step, knocking on the table to play the rhythm, while humming and singing.

Looking at the expression on his face, he seems to be quite self-absorbed.

But I have to say that the two people he sang turned ...... It sounds strange.

Obviously, the tune is so festive, but when I listen to it, I feel indescribably desolate.

"One watch, jump over the flower wall, shout Langjun, don't panic......."

"Standing under the eaves of the porch, I looked at it carefully, and borrowed my neighbors to come and go..... So hey, hey...... The little face of the slave is scorched! ”

"In the second watch, knock on the window lattice, call Langjun, don't you have to be loud......"

"I opened the door to the ground...... A smiling face will welcome you...... grabbed Lang Jun's hand...... So hey, hey, hey...... Lang Jun Lang Jun shouted several times! ”

Singing and singing, Dong Lao Xian'er lost her voice, as if she was dead, she leaned back in her chair straight, closed her eyes tightly, and her expression was ugly.

When this happens, no one else is awake, so naturally there is no reaction.

Only me and Song Butian are in a hurry.

Fuck me.

This old thing can't be the yin of the old religion, right?? Or is there a recurrence of an old wound on the body?? How do you say close your eyes and close your .......

"Whew....... Phew......."

Hearing this snoring sound like thunder, Song Butian was stunned for a moment, looked back at me, and had a wry smile on his face: "This old-timer slept fast enough." ”

Dong Lao Xian'er fell asleep, Fang Shiliang was still dragging him, Song Butian had a bitter face, chatted with Fang Shiliang for a while, and coaxed him to sleep, and then walked back without love, with a mouth full of wine.

"Next time I'm drinking, I'm a fucking idiot." Song Butian muttered, his face full of grievances: "I shouldn't drink with my physique, I have a headache after drinking too much, and these drunkards don't say that they feel sorry for me......."

I was just about to make fun of him when the door of the private room was pushed open with a bang.

Hearing that sound, I thought it was the waiter who came to urge people again, after all, this place is not open 24 hours a day, and it is indeed a little embarrassing to let them stay up with our table for so long.

I was thinking about this, and I was about to go out and explain a few words to someone, and say a few nice words, but this look ...... Not a waiter.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked.

Outside the door stood three men in black suits, all bald, like prisoners who had just been released from the bitter kiln, their faces full of anger, and the two leading ones still had a few gold teeth in their mouths.

"Who is Shen Shi'an?" The man asked.

When I heard this cold question, I couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Oh no, this is the Northeast, not Sichuan, and I don't have any acquaintances...... How did they find me?

Song Butian was still a little drunk, but then he suddenly sobered up, his eyes were no longer cloudy, and the kind of calm performance made me look up at him.

"It's not good." Song Butian said in a low voice: "The old men are happy, let's go down and solve it, so as not to block them." ”

I nodded, stood up and walked over.

Chen Qiuyan originally wanted to follow, but was patted on the shoulder by Song Butian, shook her head, and signaled that she didn't need to follow.

Maybe it was because Song Butian was there, and Chen Qiuyan knew that I was not alone, so I didn't force it anymore, and sat back quietly with the rat in my arms.

In this process, Dong Lao Xian'er was still snoring, Yuan Shaoweng was still intoxicated in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, Fang Shiliang was also drunk, and sat on the side in a daze with a smirk.

Only Lao Yu and Zhenjianghe glanced at us, but they didn't say anything, and quickly turned their heads back and continued to mumble and chat.

I believe that others are drunk and not sober-minded, but even the old throat is confused...... This can't be justified.

How vigilant is he?

It is no exaggeration to say that he is not weak at all compared to the spirit animal like the rat, which is born with the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil.

Not only did the wind and grass kinetic energy touch the alertness in his heart, but also the sixth sense, which allowed him to perceive many details that I hadn't even noticed.

All of this is what I have seen from the process of dealing with him in the past few days, and Song Butian himself said that the vigilance of the old throat is the highest he has ever seen.

Think about it, if it wasn't high, would he have been able to become a bandit leader in the southwest with one hand?

The men in black standing outside the door were not in a hurry, and when they saw me standing up, they took two steps back, as if they wanted to make a way for me to get out.

didn't scold the street, didn't provoke, just waited for us to go out, this quality is much higher than the enemies I have met.

When Song Butian and I came out, they didn't say a word, turned around and led us downstairs.

"I guess I'm looking for something." Song Butian walked side by side with me, and his voice was very low: "Let's be careful for a while, if they are from the old sect, it will be troublesome, isn't it...... That's all well said. ”

"Probably." I whispered.

Hearing my words, Song Butian was stunned for a moment, and his brows immediately furrowed: "How can you see that?" ”

"In the three eastern provinces, there are not one or two gentlemen who have a grudge against my grandfather, but they are not stupid, since they all know that we are here, they must know that they are with us." I smiled and said, "Even if you want to trouble me, you shouldn't pick this time period, you don't have that heart or guts, so ......."

With that, we walked into the alley at the back door of the hotel.

There were seven people standing at the other end of the alley, and I could smell the rancid smell coming from them from a distance of more than ten meters.

"Look, I'll just say they're turtle sons of the Old Church."

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