"This ......" Gehry hesitated for a moment and then figured it out, his eyes lit up, and he nodded and said, "Little brother understands, little brother understands." With that, he strode away.

"Brother~ Where are you going in the middle of the night?" Gary shouted.

"Go home!" The voice arrived, and the figure had disappeared.

"It's weird. I don't sleep in the gentle township, but I have to lie on a hard bed. Cut~" Gary was unknown, and when he saw a maid watching the scene, and the maid was in a good posture, he salivated and pounced......

"Oops~ big hero. Where do you want this? Is it that the girl of the slave family is not to taste? The old bustard threw the silk silk and flew over.

"Nope. The important task in the army is to go back. Mark lied casually.

"Can't you wait until dawn? You men, you're all so anxious! "The old bustard was afraid that the hospitality would not be good, so he deliberately kept it.

"Oh yes, that girl just now was waiting so well that you can't force her to do things." Mark couldn't do it again.

The old bustard nodded like pounding garlic, and couldn't help but say: "Understand and understand~ big hero, you put 10,000 hearts~"

The tail note dragged on, and the wink was thrown, as if it was about to pounce: "You can come often!" ”

Tearing away the bustard's embrace, Mark said in a deep voice, "Okay, I'm leaving." ”

"Would you like a car?" The old bustard is as enthusiastic as fire, how can she be angry casually in what she does, and naturally she doesn't care about this little pushing.

"No need." Mark took a few steps in a row, feeling that something was missing, and turned around and shouted: "Give me a bottle of wine, the stronger the better!" ”

After getting along with this group of people for a long time, they are naturally contaminated with foul language, not to mention that there is no need to be kind to an old bustard.

The more they are called, the happier they become, and this kind of servile attack is willing to do anything shameless, which is also the sad part of human nature.

"Well, the slave will take it for you." The old bustard twisted his fat buttocks, and walked in a signature way for fear that others would not look at him, and he really didn't know how long he would have to practice, even if he was wearing high heels, he could walk like flying.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and it is already night.

Walking on the streets, it is deserted.

The surrounding buildings are scattered and dilapidated, not like the streets of Kansas.

I was angry for a while, insisted on walking alone, but I was already lost.

The avenue runs through the town, and there is no other way.

However, the night was deep, and there were no pedestrians, so it was difficult to ask, and half a bottle of wine in the bottle of joy was not lonely.

Mark took the bottle, poured it into his mouth, and staggered.

Spirits burn the throat, just like the taste in the heart, bitter and unbearable.

Homesickness wells up, and thoughts are infected by sadness.

Being in a foreign land, being rejected all the time, even if you try hard, there is no time to go home.

Family...... Where is the destination?

Everyone says that what can't be touched is the most beautiful, but what you once had and what you can't have again after losing it is what people miss the most.

This kind of longing is like a barb in the heart, every time the thought surges, it pierces the heart, no matter how you lick it, it will be difficult to heal again.

With the help of the faint moonlight, I found myself at a crossroads.

The road signs are missing, things are difficult to distinguish, Mark hesitates, and it is difficult to choose.

To the left? To the right? Moving forward? Or is it going backwards?

Life is like a journey, the end is not the goal, but the scenery along the way is the most beautiful.

For human beings, life is not long, and whoever it is, will eventually go to the grave.

Some people have left a name for thousands of years, some people have left a stench for thousands of years, and some people have done nothing, and which one do they belong to?

What is the meaning of life?

Mark let out a wry smile, having never really thought about it in more than twenty years.

Standing in the torrent of fate, the choice of advance and retreat is no longer important, the most important thing is to do the present thing.

A gust of cold wind hit him, causing Mark to shiver, drag the bottle and pour it into his mouth, and staggered forward.

The lights ahead were dim, and there was a faint cacophony of noise, and it was either a bar or a hotel that could stay up all night.

I have always been bad at drinking, just because alcohol can paralyze the nerves and poison the body.

People cannot rely on external objects to anesthetize themselves, no matter how much pain they endure, they should remain sober and calm, and the right way is to bear silently.

A person can't even contain his inner desires, let alone resist irritating substances such as cigarettes and alcohol, and even more so drugs.

Once that kind of thing is contaminated, it will be a disaster for life.

Although I am depressed today and drink to dispel my sorrows, I am only slightly drunk.

Mark understands in his heart that maybe he is not a simple person, but he must be principled in doing things, and everyone can get drunk if he is not drunk.

The tavern was dimly lit, and the charcoal fire in the fireplace was only faintly ashes.

A bartender at the front desk was dozing off with his head propped up.

Several wine tables in the hall were littered with leftovers, and the people sitting around were already drunk.

The man lay crooked, saliva dripping from his mouth, and he didn't care about the bottle in his hand, which was dripping.

Only in the corner, several people sat around, shouting endlessly.

The man had cards in his hand, and there were a few coins scattered around the table.

Presumably the situation of the card game is tense, and everyone is about to fight, even if someone pushes the door in, the cold wind blows, but only reluctantly raise his eyelids, indulge in the "vicious battle".

Mark shook his head, judging by the clothes of these people, there were all soldiers in this tavern.

Aside from these "Yaxing" soldiers, this sleepy number is already ridiculous.

The one lying at the table was pillowed on his arm, and his mouth was overflowing with saliva, which was already full of puddles.

The one sitting against the wall was holding a wine bottle, his legs wide open, nodding his head, and still shouting in confusion: "Drink ......"

The one next to him was even more ridiculous, lying on his back in a small armchair, looking like he was on his back, if he hadn't hooked the back of his neck with his neck, it seemed to be about to slip off, and his throat was snoring like thunder, but he still didn't forget to hold on to the wine bottle, and he twitched from time to time.

The person is also lying on his back, and unlike the others, he is sitting on a stool that lies on his back with the person, maintaining the position after the fall.

This person was holding his head, completely ignoring the residue on his neck, full of filth, if it were not for the fact that his chest was still open, from the perspective of others, this person would have "died suddenly".

The "corpses" in the tavern were no less tragic than the battlefield, and Mark had to carefully intersperse them with this "corpse pile".

Suddenly, I felt a softness under my feet, and quickly shrank up, it turned out that I accidentally stepped on an arm.

The man did not jump up angrily, but dug his nostrils as if nothing had happened, and fell into a deep sleep.

After finding a more refreshing place, Mark sat down and began to drink alone.

Regardless of whether someone greeted him or no one, he just wanted to stay until dawn, and naturally there was a way to return to the camp.

With the strength of alcohol, drowsiness invades Mark's brain like a contagious disease.

Falling asleep, like this group of drunken dreamers, ignoring the clamor of the card-playing soldiers, they fell asleep in a daze against the corner of the table.

After resting on his arm for a long time, numbing his arm and adjusting his sleeping position, Mark fell asleep again.

(There are three types of human sleep, i.e., light, medium, and dark.) The first 20-30 minutes of falling asleep is the light sleep stage, after which it will enter a deep sleep state, which lasts for 70-120 minutes and then returns to light sleep. Human sleep is in a process of change from shallow to deep. The first is the first sleep period, when the muscles are in a relaxed state and the internal organs are relatively stable. The second is the light sleep period, that is, when you have just entered a sleep state, you are particularly prone to being woken up. The third is the period of moderate deep sleep, in which consciousness disappears for about 1 hour. The fourth is the deep sleep period, which is more deep and heavy, and the time is about 30 minutes. Deep sleep allows the body organs to be completely relaxed and dormant, when the human body reaches its best state, but often people who do not sleep well do not enter deep sleep. ）

Mark is in light sleep.

In the confusion, I vaguely heard a noisy sound in my ears, but my eyelids were like being filled with lead juice, so I had to stand up and droop down.