Road (3)
Unless it is an absolute opposite, no matter who it is, it will be moved by Meng Qingyi.
Meng Qingyi persuaded wisely, and Ding Song, who had a scarred face, simply let go of his belly.
In fact, this Ding Song certainly looks fierce and evil on the surface, but he is still kind and gentle on the inside. couldn't see Meng Qingyi's trick at all, so he had to be deceived into drinking at least seventeen or eighteen bowls of wine, eating four or five or six catties of meat, running into the toilet and vomiting three times, and now he only fell on the table like a puddle of mud.
Meng Qingyi still had words in his mouth.
"Persuade you to drink more ...... glass of wine"
He reminded on the side.
"This man is drunk. β
Duan Taosong couldn't help but be kind.
"I was so drunk that I was unconscious. β
Meng Qingyi blinked and smiled.
"After all, this little brother's alcohol consumption is a little bad, and I am not even a little drunk. β
But he broke through the words and said.
"You don't necessarily have to drink a bowl of wine, so you persuaded this person to dry four bowls of wine in a row, how can you not get drunk!"
Duan Taosong also showed a hint of vigilance.
"I don't think I'll be able to drink with you in the future. β
After hearing this, Meng Qingyi smiled and laughed.
Immediately, Meng Qingyi called Xiao Er in the store and said.
"Now that no one will flatten me again, can you vacate that room for us?"
Of course, Xiao Er will not refuse.
In the dead of night, there was only one drunk man lying on the table in the lobby of Pingchuan Station, snoring.
Xiao Er yawned, and didn't think about carrying the person up, and after cleaning up for a while, the wooden bolt was inserted, and he had to go back to his small room.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.
Xiao Er walked up to the door, through the papier-mΓ’chΓ©, said
"Who?"
Humanity outside the door.
"I'm a business traveler from the north, and a friend has booked a room for me here to rest. β
Xiao Er's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then said.
"However, we did not accept reservations at Pingchuan Station, and there were really no spare rooms here. β
Humanity outside the door.
"I'm afraid my friend didn't do a good job. In any case, I have been on the road for seven or eight days, so it would be good if I could let me in and rest and drink warm tea. β
Listening to this outsider's polite words, Xiao Er's heart suddenly showed a little good feeling, and he shouted.
"Wait a minute. β
When the door was opened, the goose feather snow outside the house was still drifting, and there was no trace of moonlight hanging in the sky, but because of the snow, there was an indescribable white light.
There was a man standing outside the door, about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, with a good bearing, and a pleasing brightness in his eyes.
At this time, the snow had already turned the man's hair white, and when he looked down, even his boots seemed to be wet, and he couldn't help but feel how long he had been walking under the heavy snow after all.
Xiao Er hurriedly said.
"Come on in. β
On the side of the body, he made way for it.
Xiao Er was worried about his cold, and then said.
"Find a chair to sit on, and I'll get a towel and a stove by the way. β
It's humane.
"It's hard work. β
Xiao Er went in twice.
On the first trip, he took a dry towel to wipe himself and handed over a small stove with a fire, and on the second trip, he brought some pickled edamame and a plate of salt-and-pepper peanuts.
Xiao Er was eating, looking down at the road and saying.
"It's night, the stove has stopped, you can eat some edamame peanuts first, and fill your stomach. β
When he raised his head, he saw that this person was sitting down in front of Scarface, which frightened Xiao Er's body and couldn't help but jump.