After Song Guo finished speaking, he drank a cup of wine suddenly, "A man should be in danger, how can he let a scholar misunderstand his life? What's more, the country is in danger, and the competition between feathers and high officials will never stop!"
"I don't see you, the army of the Han dynasty is over, and the weak-headed prisoners are asking for long tassels. I don't see you, Ban Dingyuan, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhanyun!" A strong male voice came from the hall, obviously knowing Song Da, "Brother Song, your lofty sentiments
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Song Da and I looked back: That Mian Tang caressing Bai Wei!
After two years of separation, Bai Wei became even more slender and beautiful. Her delicate white hands were clasped together uneasily. Her slender fingers were as white as frost and snow, and as tender as catkins. Her body trembled slightly and she looked up, revealing a bright face.
A small face as pure as porcelain with melon seeds, delicate willow-leaf pale eyebrows, and a pair of apricot eyes as soft as autumn water, so clear and translucent that they seem to drip down.
Miantang's eyes were as deep as a lake looking at us, and he was holding Bai Wei's soft, boneless hand! It turned out that Miantang was the dream lover that Bai Wei had longed for, and good things seemed to come in pairs at this time.
I heard my heart pounding, and I rushed over to Bai Wei, "Bai Wei! How are you?" I knew that my words were stupid and inappropriate, so I didn't let Mian Tang do it.
Make fun of me.
Bai Wei hugged me excitedly, "Mao Jiujiu, we finally meet again! I miss you so much, and I finally have friends again."
Bai Wei pulled me towards Mian Tang. Her eyebrows were gentle and picturesque. Her eyes looking at Mian Tang were full of affection. That kind of attachment from the heart cannot be concealed. It can only be seen clearly.
, introducing Na Miantang with the tenderness unique to girls: "He is Na Miantang."
"What a loving couple." I teased Bai Wei, who lowered her head in shame.
A weak smile appeared on Bai Wei's soft and beautiful face, "You are still the same sharp-tongued person. You and Mr. Song are so sweet."
Song Da laughed and shook his head, making a double entendre, "The Hong Gang is indeed well-informed."
My small hand held Song Da's big hand, and such a gentle touch made Song Da's heart uncontrollably move slightly. Song Da turned to look at me, and I smiled at Bai Wei: "The man is not married, and the woman is not married, of course.
Sit down and chat.”
Na Miantang smiled faintly, but his eyes flashed across our tightly clasped fingers. His dark and deep eyes were as cold as a sword.
Na Miantang looked at Song Da and said, "Brother Song, we are good friends with wine and meat. Can we add a seat?" He turned to me again and said in a very firm tone, "Can you be full with this?"
I am also very sure: "This meal is to my liking. I have never had such a delicious meal."
"Let's go, let a village girl like you try some delicious food." Na Miantang said to me like he was coaxing a child.
ten minutes later.
Walking on the street, I felt a bit dumbfounded. When we got in and out of the car, there were always dozens of bodyguards in front of us and behind us, following us loyally as we walked through the streets. Everyone looked at us sideways and avoided us.
From nowhere, the bodyguards around him hid themselves one by one. These people were none other than the bodyguards of Miantang.
Song Da was quite impressive. Our car was followed by a convoy. When the four of us arrived at a small road stall, there were dozens of people standing guard.
They stood guard with guns within 50 meters of observation. They were different from the black-shirted and black-faced men in Miantang. They all wore school woolen coats. There were many sentries and guards along the way. They were closely guarded by Song Da's guards.
On one side is the young boss of the Hong Gang, and on the other is the son and instructor of the Governor of the Songlu Army. They have unique identities and may encounter unexpected dangers at any time. In terms of identity and safety, this is a must.
At the small stall, potatoes and big pig's feet are stewed on a small red stove.
Na Miantang said to the hawker who was busy on the stove: "Two bowls of bald bait silk, one bowl of thin soybean powder, one large pig knuckle, one plate of peanuts, and wine!" The hawker looked up at our group and screamed strangely.
I immediately hid under his stall and didn't dare to show my head again, "What are you afraid of? He won't eat without paying for a treat," I said. The vendor hurriedly lowered his head and said, "It's okay. It's okay if you don't need money."
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The four of us sat down - a few small benches on the street and a broken low table. Song Da and I sat next to each other, and Na Mian Tang and Bai Wei sat next to each other, just opposite to Mian Tang.
In the eyes of everyone, Song Da is different from Na Miantang. He may be a soldier. The epaulettes on his shoulders exude a cold metallic luster. The spurs on his military boots are shiny and cold.
He is not cold and solemn, as fierce as an eagle and an owl, and has an iron-blooded heart. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a little proud and has difficulty getting along with others. His thinking seems to be outside of reality. Although he has achieved success at a young age, he appears to be very calm in his actions.
However, he is the young governor of the Songlu Army and one of the masters of the Thirteen Taibao. His status in the world is impeccable! But he and the underworld Na Miantang are life-long friends. The two met when they were young, and they were both student soldiers.
They both joined the army enthusiastically, talked about the May Fourth Movement, the New Culture, speculated on every word, and compared marksmanship and martial arts. They even hated each other for seeing each other late. When they were young, they changed to Jin Lanpu and became brothers. Song Da was three years older than Na Miantang, so he
yes, Sir.
Song Da looked at Na Miantang: "Internal news, the government is about to set up an anti-smoking committee. Your Hongmen is now a big tree and attracts troubles. You should be prepared for danger in times of peace and think more about your retreat. Maybe there will be a war soon. Come to the battlefield with me. Men should strengthen themselves."
Na Miantang frowned: "There is an old saying in China, filial piety comes first in everything. I am the eldest son, and I am destined to inherit the career of my father's generation. Life may be like this. Many things are difficult to do. Once you enter the world, you can't help it. I am right
Hongmen has a greater responsibility. It is a country established by our fathers and uncles. My father is a real Hongmen brother. He has never sought a position in the government and is an upright man! He has set a family rule and will not be involved in the opium business from now on.
.Our warehouse is also allowed to be rented to others to store opium.”
Bai Wei is weak, but that does not mean she is weak. "The Chinese government not only wants to fight a civil war, but also wants to massacre the rights of our students. If I are not allowed to march on the streets, do I still have human rights?"
The gentle Bai Wei continued, "Some people make a lot of gold and US dollars, some people polish off their possessions miserably, and all kinds of dramas are performed every day in Shili Foreign Market. Mr. Song, if our national school holds a parade again, will your National Government still suppress us?
?Every Chinese will shoulder the mission of defending the country that afternoon, and recommend Xuanyuan with my blood."
Song Da remained silent and looked into the distance with lonely eyes. If his agility and fearless status as the Thirteen Taibao had not attracted the admiration of people in the world, everyone would have thought that the commander of the army stationed in Songlu was a second-generation soldier. "We
Two families are in the government and one is in the opposition. We hope that we will never interfere with each other and we will always be brothers."
I took my soybean flour and sucked it. It was a very ugly paste, but it really tasted to me, because I really couldn't understand the beliefs of these three people. In my eyes, it was
"Shouting for momentum" and using lip service to promote some ideas of democracy and freedom. I don't understand that they all want to use their lives to exchange for the faith in their hearts. I don't understand what "recommending Xuanyuan with my blood" means. Such passionate feelings.
, will I have it? No, I don’t want any more hungry days.
Na Miantang worked hard to put chili peppers for himself. When he picked up the bowl of eaten shredded bait and drank the soup, the whole bowl blocked his face. After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to my bowl: "I
Taste your thin soybean powder..."
I pushed away the bean noodles he went to get and said angrily, "I don't even have enough to eat. Don't grab it. Why are you grabbing my bowl! - Boss, kitchen knife!"
Song Da was very gentle and gave me his whole bowl. I pointed to the potato with satisfaction. Song Da helped me peel the potato skin. The newly roasted potato was very hot. He picked up his mouth and blew it. I looked up and suddenly
Having an idea, he pointed to the opposite side: "Quick, there's a ginkgo seller over there. It's fragrant and glutinous. I want to eat it too, so go buy it!"
Song Da was confused by me. He had no choice but to free his hand, gently tapped my ear, and said dotingly: "Little piggy."
The young man from Miantang had a look, and with a wave of his hand, the peddler lifted the big bowl. The young man next to him picked up the jar and poured the wine as if it were water. The bowl could hold three or four kilograms of wine, so he licked it in cooperation.
Licking expression, a cunning, bad expression.
The younger brother had some difficulty holding the bowl, so he tried his best to bring it to the table. There were two bowls in total, "Little boss."
I stared at Miantang, and I had the intention of seeing Miantang make a fool of himself, but it was unlikely that someone would die if the bowl of wine went down. I looked at the big bowl that could hold two whole chickens with two feet.
I was in a daze, and I felt a little shaken, so I asked Na Miantang: "Is it enough to wash my face?"
Song Da patted my shoulder, "It's okay. I remember that the same thing happened to me and that brother. We drank the gentleman's wine in one gulp. The horse-leather shroud is about great sadness, but not pride. - Come on! That brother!"
I stopped him, held up the wine with a smile, and let them see how shameless I was, "I honor the Queen Mother, I honor the heroic souls of the world, and the one in the middle goes to the brave man who is still alive."
They watched me pour half in the sky and half on the ground. In the middle, I squandered the remaining bottom of the bowl. There was less than a mouthful left. Then I took a huge shelf and drank it all in one gulp. Still choking on it.
After chatting for a long time, I finally had the nerve to show the empty bowl with nothing left in it for others to see.
Song Da, Na Miantang, and Bai Wei were stunned for a while, looking at their feet. I was almost soaked in the wine, and Na Miantang raised his head and laughed.
Song Da asked the hawker to pour another bowl of wine. He held it up and greeted Na Miantang: "Brother, come on, I will also pay tribute to the heroic spirits who died in the battle, and pay tribute to the destitute creatures at the bottom. In the middle, I will pay tribute to the conscience of the world, do -
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Miantang also picked up one of the bowls. I couldn't help but feel excited when I heard the sound of the two of them sloshing the liquor down their throats. In the end, they didn't drop a drop. They put the big bowl back on the table.
, looks very awake.
"Okay, okay, cool," Song Da turned around and looked at me. When I met his burning black eyes, I suddenly panicked, but Na Miantang grabbed him and said, "Brother, I'm over here." The two of them.
Everyone hugged each other side by side, and Na Miantang tapped the bowl with chopsticks, and the two starting numbers were: