The drunk man took a few steps up to the second floor, and chased after several guys from the restaurant.

Xiao Yu raised his head and looked, there was a person standing at the top of the stairs, because his back was facing Xiao Yu, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the person's back was handsome, if he only looked at this one back, he really couldn't see that he was a drunkard.

Looking at this figure, Xiao Yu didn't want to do much, and lowered his head again.

But I didn't want the drunk man to come up to the second floor, and he was chased by a few guys, not only was he not caught, but he also came to Xiao Yu's side.

In Mo Shu's surprised gaze, the drunk man held a wine jar in his hand that he got out of nowhere, and made his butt to the position opposite Xiao Yu: "Don't mind if I sit here?"

Xiao Yu raised his head and glanced at this person again, only to see that this person was wearing a shabby cyan robe, with a strange appearance, a three-filter long beard on his chin, and the whole person looked no more than forty years old. If it weren't for the wine red on his face, he would look like an elegant scribe.

Moshu looked at Xiao Yu.

At this time, the guy behind chased after him: "You drunkard who killed a thousand knives, you can also come here?"

While accusing Xiao Yu: "Two, I'm really sorry, this carelessness has allowed this drunkard to disturb your nature." ”

Xiao Yu glanced at the drunkard, took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, threw it to the guy and said, "His account." ”

The guy took the silver ingot, was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said, "Yo, thank you to this guest officer, I can't hide it, this person already owes our restaurant a month's wine money." We also have a small business here, and we can't stand it......"

This guy is also a discerning person, and when he saw Xiao Yu's face slightly impatient, he immediately said, "A few people are sitting, and the small ones won't bother." ”

As he spoke, the man took the silver ingot and went downstairs.

"Do you want to talk?" Xiao Yu asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head, raised the small wine jar in his hand and said, "Drink first, don't drink and don't chat." ”

Mo Shu said angrily when he heard this: "You are so unreasonable, my son-in-law kindly paid for the wine for you, you are so rude!"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi raised the wine jar in his hand and took a sip, then looked at Moshu and said with some inarticulate words: "Rude? Is it polite for a girl to sit at the same table with her son?"

Mo Shu was speechless, and glanced at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi angrily.

Xiao Yu ignored him, just quietly ate the dishes on the table.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi sat opposite Xiao Yu, holding the wine jar and drinking violently, and the placket of the cyan robe was wet with spilled wine.

After a while, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi put down the wine jar in his hand and praised: "This new wine in Liuquanlou is really good, happy! happy!" The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi said three words in a row, and then looked down at the wet placket on his chest and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Mo Shu pursed his lips, looked at the actions of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and secretly said in his heart that he was stinky and sour, but he didn't make a sound.

Xiao Yu was still sitting in his chair, the food had run out, and he began to drink.

It didn't take long for the pot of wine in front of Xiao Yu to run out.

And the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, who seemed to be extraordinary, seemed to be a hermit hidden in the market, was already a little drunk.

There are many states of drunkenness, some are drunk and go crazy, and they hit people and smash things with the intention of drinking, and the degree of destruction is linked to the force value. There are also people who love to sleep, and when they get drunk, they lie down immediately no matter where they are, and they can't wake up even if the thunder rolls in. There is also a kind of talkative, who usually dare not say what he usually dares to say, and hides everything in his heart. If you have a bit of literary talent, you have to write a few sour poems with the intention of wine.

This middle-aged man in Tsing Yi belongs to the third type, so drunk that he almost can't open his eyes, lying on the table, and there are words in his mouth.

Xiao Yu sighed.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi also sighed drunkly.

Xiao Yu sighed for himself.

Although his experience is not a rough life at all in the eyes of some people whose parents died and who have a deep hatred of blood. But people are always greedy, and Xiao Yu is very dissatisfied with his situation, so there is a lot to sigh about.

But his feelings are very empty and boring. Back and forth is just a few words.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was also sighing to himself.

However, compared to the emptiness of Xiao Yu's sigh, his content is very specific. From a certain adult in the court to deceive the world and steal his name, all the way to how bad the attitude of the guys in Liuquan Tower is. From repeated failures to literati popularity. From the student of the country to the girl of Akidai. Then there was a drought from which state, how much silver money was sent by the imperial court for disaster relief, and the new wine in Liuquanlou rose by five cents per tael.

Originally, I didn't want to deal with the ink book of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, but I didn't know when I was attracted by the middle-aged man's complaints, and he looked attentive.

Xiao Yu quietly listened to the endless complaints of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and his mood got better inexplicably, and then he touched his face and thought to himself: "Years of forbearance, disguise, putting on a camouflage coat for yourself, too many words are hidden in the bottom of my heart, and I can't say anything to outsiders." Could it be that you have lost what you look like with so many masks?"

At this moment, Xiao Yu was stunned.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was drunk, stood up and said loudly: "All day long, I think about climbing up, stepping on the corpse of the enemy and walking your road to the clouds." When is it the head, is it so important to be a human being?"

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said, "Sir, that's very important, because ...... Sometimes, the little people have too much helplessness. If you want to get rid of these helplessness, you can only go up and climb up. ”

Moshu listened to the conversation between the two with some confusion.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi waved his hand violently, as if he was making some kind of impassioned speech, and as if he wanted to wave all of Xiao Yu's words just now.

He pointed to Xiao Yu's chest and said drunkly: "Your appearance looks glamorous, but your heart is rotten. Outside of the gold, ruined in it!"

Xiao Yu lowered his eyes and was silent.

The drunk mocked, "Do you still know your heart!?"

Xiao Yu was stunned, and countless memories came flooding back.

He thought he was a modest and polite nobleman, but later found that if he wanted revenge, this would not work at all. His father wanted him to be an honest man at this time, but he didn't want to. Later, he thought that he was a decisive, indifferent and ruthless person, but many times, the little conscience he had left reminded him that he was not Xiao Lie.

Until now, hearing the words of the drunkard, Xiao Yu has a feeling of awakening, he is an ordinary person.

Just like thousands of ordinary people, ordinary people who are acting all the time.

Pretend to be a subordinate in front of a boss, a husband in front of a wife, and a child in front of an elder.

It's like acting in a play, and after acting in a play for a long time, you will enter the play. Forget who you are.

After wearing the mask for a long time, the mask grows on the face, and I can't take it off anymore and even forget what I look like.