Of course, he had to tell Meng Qingyi the ins and outs of the whole thing.

Meng Qingyi just stared at the wooden door that was knocked open, his eyes were full of pain, no matter what he said, he was indifferent.

Until he couldn't help but say.

"I'll find someone to fix this door. ”

Meng Qingyi suddenly turned around, smiled and clapped his hands.

I saw Meng Qingyi clapping her hands and rubbing her hands.

How can a house with a broken door shelter from the wind?

Not everyone likes alcohol.

Some people think that the wine is hearty and fragrant, and some people think that the wine is spicy and spicy.

Some people drink for pleasure, and some people drink for the sake of heart.

It's just that whether you like it or not, you can't deny that drinking can warm up.

Meng Qingyi dried seven bowls of wine in a row, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Of course, there was no wine in front of him, and if he didn't want the wound to become inflamed, he had to drink less wine.

In front of him was a bowl of haggis soup, which he held in both hands, feeling the warm current churning in his chest.

Meng Qingyi glanced at him, and muttered while filling himself with wine.

"You still have to learn. ”

He raised his eyes and said.

"Learn what?"

Meng Qingyi said with a smile.

"Learn to let go. ”

As soon as Meng Qingyi raised his head, he poured out the wine in the bowl.

Meng Qingyi stretched his waist and continued.

"Even if it was a happy thing, it was always in my mind, and it was distressing. Because you started to make calculations, you want to be happy all the time. ”

"But being happy usually doesn't stand up to care. ”

He said.

"What did you let go?"

Meng Qingyi said.

"I let go of love, I didn't want any of those little lovers before. ”

"I also let go of the hatred, the round fat man you mentioned earlier, I really forgot what enmity there is between us. ”

Meng Qingyi squinted her eyes and said happily.

"After today, I'll let go of the wine too, because I'll have to pay for it tomorrow. ”

So, he poured wine down his throat with pleasure.

His throat also rolled, and he couldn't help but say.

"This snow, this bowl of soup, reminds me of a deceased friend. ”

Meng Qingyi put his face against the wall, looked at the gentle snow falling down, like a veil draped on the ground, and then said.

"This snow will melt eventually. ”

"If you don't drink this bowl of soup, you'll be thrown out. ”

He knew that what Meng Qingyi said was true, and he began to drink the bowl of haggis soup.

Meng Qingyi smiled, opened his eyes, and watched him pour the soup into his stomach in one go.

Meng Qingyi said.

"Where can you eat a bowl of soup. ”

He shook his head.

"No, you can't. ”

So Meng Qingyi got up and down with a knife in his hand and ordered a plate of pepper and spicy potato chicken.

Of course, Meng Qingyi was also polite, holding chopsticks and pinching the bright red peppers and potatoes into his bowl.

He stuffed a few chopsticks into his mouth, but he was really not very good at eating spicy food, so he inevitably coughed.

Meng Qingyi muttered while chewing on chicken paws.

"Eat fish, steamed fish, spicy. ”

He beckoned, and soon a steamed sea bass was served.

Meng Qingyi seemed to suddenly think.

"The wound on your chest is not healed, the fish is big, so drink more fish soup to relieve the spicy. ”

The steamed fish soup was actually very small, and Meng Qingyi carefully scooped it up for him with a spoon.

The two ate from dusk to nightfall.

When he went out, Meng Qingyi had a big belly, like a rich man who had returned with a full load, and he looked bloated when he walked.

He also followed slowly behind him.

Meng Qingyi burped and said.

"What else do you have in your purse?"

He sighed and said.

"Looks like nothing. ”

Meng Qingyi patted him heavily on the back and laughed.

"If the money is gone, you have to let it go. ”