The beer Qin Youmeng brought has been finished, but the two of them are still not satisfied.
Ye Junlang slapped his thigh suddenly and said: "I almost forgot, I have two bottles of Lafite red wine here. Qin Xiaoniu, just wait, I don't believe I can make you drunk."
When Ye Junlang returned to the backyard again, he already had two bottles of red wine in his hand.
These two bottles of Lafite red wine were brought back when Mido and I dined at the Seine French Restaurant last night, but it was Lin Yingchang who paid the bill.
There was really no trace of drunkenness in Qin Youmeng's eyes, but they became brighter and clearer. She looked at the two bottles of red wine that Ye Junlang put on the small table and was really surprised.
, said: "Oh, this is still the Lafite from 1982. Uncle Ye, I can't tell you are still a rich man, and you still have such good wine hidden in the house."
Ye Junlang chuckled and said: "This wine is free of charge. It came from the pocket of a swindler. I plundered it and got it back."
"Try it?" the girl asked.
"Of course."
Ye Junlang opened his mouth and used a wine opener to remove the cork from the bottle. He picked up the valuable 1982 Lafite and poured it into the cup. He didn't care whether he was sober or not, so he just picked it up and drank.
If this fell into the eyes of some wine tasting masters, they might be scolded as a waste of natural resources.
Is this how to drink such expensive red wine?
Qin Youmeng also picked up the cup and drank it. She didn't know if she could taste the taste of the red wine. She only knew that after she finished drinking, she poured herself another half cup.
Ye Junlang didn't stop him. At first, he told Qin Youmeng that he could drink no more than three cans of beer at most. But when he saw this little girl drinking cans of beer, he didn't seem drunk at all. Instead, his eyes became more and more intense.
It was so bright and clear that Ye Junlang was confused for a while, wondering if Xiao Nizi was smart and smart, could it be that she was also gifted in drinking and could not get drunk after a thousand drinks?
So in the end, Ye Junlang didn't bother to care anymore, and just treated what he said before as if it was a fart.
Ye Junlang can also see that Qin Youmeng's family background is extraordinary. This kind of generous quality and her ethereal fairy-like temperament are not something that ordinary people can cultivate. Whether it is courage or knowledge, they are far beyond the ordinary.
Beyond her age.
However, Qin Youmeng didn't tell him, so he didn't bother to ask.
The only thing he was curious about was that this little girl seemed very special to him from the first moment she saw him. To put it bluntly, this specialness was an indescribable closeness and trust.
Yes, especially that sense of trust, as if Ye Junlang sold her directly and she was willing to do so.
If not, which girl would dare bring beer and barbecue crayfish to a security guard to drink this night?
"Uncle Ye, tell me your story." Qin Youmeng tilted his head, his amorous feelings at this moment were indescribably cute and cute, and the clear waves in his blinking eyes seemed to overflow.
Eye sockets.
Ye Junlang glanced at Qin Youmeng, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed when he saw her amorous feelings at this moment. He thought that in time, this little girl would be even more charming and charming than that An Humi fairy, and she would be a complete beauty who would bring disaster to the country and the people.
.
"Story? What story?" Ye Junlang asked.
"Hmm -" Qin You dreamed for a moment, and then he said with a flash of light in his eyes, "Just tell me some stories about your time on the battlefield."
"A battlefield? A battlefield full of gunfire, bullets, and smoke? Look at me as a security guard. Isn't it too far for you to talk about the battlefield with me?" Ye Junlang smiled.
"Tch! Can you hide it from others, or from me? I know that Uncle Ye must have been on the battlefield."
"How can I see it?"
"The scars on your body, big and small, are the best proof. Don't tell me that those scars were caused by your mischief when you were a child. You won't believe it even if you say it."
"Do you believe a kid like you?" Ye Junlang laughed dumbly, but there was also a hint of surprise in his heart. It seemed that this little girl's eyes were very sharp. Wasn't he just naked when he opened the door for her?
As for her arms, she noticed the details of the scars all over her body.
"She's not young!" Qin Youmeng said angrily. She moved the small bench and sat next to Ye Junlang. She looked up at the face that had not changed in the past six years.
Du Ping added a bit of hardness and maturity to his face and said, "Do you think so?"
"Where do you start talking about this?" Ye Junlang asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Junlang saw Qin Youmeng make a shocking move. The little girl lifted up his vest.
"Hey, you are so brave, how can you just lift up a man's clothes casually? Do you understand that it is indecent?"
"Just tell me how this scar came about."
Qin Youmeng pointed at a long and narrow scar on Ye Junlang's waist and asked.
Ye Junlang raised his head, and his thoughts seemed to be suddenly pulled back to many years ago. In that African rainforest, the bloody killings appeared one by one as if they were repeated yesterday. He took a long time to say: "This is in Africa."
In a rainforest, I unexpectedly encountered enemy soldiers, and a hand-to-hand battle began. There were many enemy soldiers, but the soldiers around me were as brave as tigers and never feared.
Instead, I attacked with suppressive momentum. At that time, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blade of light passing across the sky. I rushed forward, and the blade slashed across my waist.
Without stopping, he slashed into the chest of one of my comrades. I still couldn't save him. The knife penetrated his chest, but he still pounced on him and opened his mouth to bite off the artery in the enemy soldier's neck."
"At that moment when the blood spurted out, he smiled and said three words to me -"
"Kill out!"
At the end of the sentence, Ye Junlang said softly: "His name is Xu Wei, and he is a good man."
Qin Youmeng listened quietly. Even though Ye Junlang's tone seemed very calm, she could still feel the grief and nostalgia deep in his heart, but he suppressed all of it in his heart.
deep.
She stopped asking. Every scar represented a period of blood and tears that she couldn't bear to look back on. She couldn't bear this man to touch the bloody scars deep in her heart.
Ye Junlang, however, was minding his own business and continued: "There is still this scar, have you seen it? This is the fragment of a mine explosion. At that time, we were forced into a minefield, and the minefield that suddenly detonated exploded with a loud bang.
, I was the one who should have died. But
, at the moment of the explosion, a brother threw me to the ground. When I picked up the brother, his whole body was bloody, and some fragments penetrated his body, leaving this spot on my body.
Indelible marks.”
"His name is Liuzi, and he was the sixth brother to join our legion. The corners of his mouth were twitching with blood and flesh, but he could no longer say a word. Looking at the shape of his mouth, I knew what he was talking about - exactly
Tell me, what are you singing?"
Ye Junlang spoke, and then his deep voice echoed in the empty and lonely night:
"The wind is strong, the smoke is rising, the drums are beating and the heaven and earth are shaking!
Heads can be cut off, blood can be shed, and warriors are brave enough to kill the enemy first!
The setting sun reflects like blood. A soldier will never regret his death!
The sky is vast and the war is raging. Who can come to fight?
In the world of mortals, a cup of dirt, brothers will drink again in the next life!
In the world of mortals, with a cup of dirt, brothers will kill the enemy again in the next life!"
The low voice, the hoarse voice, sang the distant, desolate, and sad song. The simple and unpretentious singing made people feel as if they could see the scenes of killing scenes rendered with blood and fire in front of their ears.
Those war roars seemed to be echoing, and in a trance, I seemed to see warriors charging forward regardless of life and death, without fear or fear, letting the blood splashing up dye their uniforms red.
It's late at night and the wind is getting colder.
At some point, Qin Youmeng was lying on Ye Junlang's legs, with her eyes closed, breathing evenly, and fell asleep.
“One cup for tomorrow, one cup for the past, and one cup for brothers!”
Ye Junlang picked up the cup and drank cup after cup.
The night is as cool as water, the beauty is like jade, and one person is drunk with wine.