The drunken young man, holding the wine bottle in his hand, stumbled open the door of the restaurant on the left side of the first floor with his body, and staggered towards the center of the hall.
He was wearing a black T-shirt on his upper body and a pair of dark blue jeans on his lower body. His face was already red from drinking, but with every step he took, he drank a big mouthful of white wine in his mouth. He staggered and swayed.
His posture left no doubt that he would fall to the ground in the next second.
Those confused eyes seemed to have been immersed in the pleasure brought by alcohol.
His body was swaying, and his whole body was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. The chest of his T-shirt was even more stained with wine and oil stains. However, despite this, he still violently poured himself a spicy drink while walking.
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Under everyone's gaze, this unshaven young man, who looked decadent from head to toe, raised the bottle of wine in his hand and shouted indistinctly.
"Come, come! Respect, respect the dead brother! Come, and again, and respect, respect me, the brave knight of the Han Dynasty, and respect me, the son of the Han family! Hahaha, come on, come, we and the soldiers will drink this cup together, hahaha, drink together.
This cup..."
He shouted loudly, spoke crazily, drank all the liquor in his hand, and then smashed the bottle on the ground, smashing it to pieces.
"Hahaha, ahhahaha, have fun, have fun! Come here, serve the wine, serve the wine, bring me the wine!"
He was swaying, waving his limbs wildly, and shouting at the people around him. But unexpectedly, in the face of this drunkard, neither the staff nor the security guards of the Donghuang Hotel drove him away.
People just looked at him silently, letting this unshaven drunkard go crazy with alcohol.
"Bang." His left foot accidentally tripped his right foot, and the drunkard fell to the ground, but he did not fall asleep. Instead, he was slowly surging on the ground, like a disgusting insect.
, surged and climbed to the corner next to it.
He straightened up and sat against the splendid wall. The dirty drunkard laughed and groped his body with his right hand. He quickly took out a bag from his dirty jeans pocket.
There was a small bottle of white wine. In the next moment, his left palm turned into a knife and slashed towards the bottle with one palm!
"boom!"
With just one move, he easily cut off the mouth of the bottle, but his left palm was not damaged at all.
Holding the bottle high, the drunkard said with laughter and tears, "Come on, drink, drink! Zhou Xing, when your son was born, I didn't have time to drink his 100-day wine. Let's make up for it together today."
!Brother Sun, I, I, Qian Mingguang, have to toast you. Without you, there would be no me, but I have never had a drink with you... Come on, come on, let's have a good drink today, have a good drink
!”
The drunkard held up his bottle crazily, shouting and shouting into the air in front of him, but after a while, he calmed down, carefully hugged his bottle like a child, and drank in small sips, his head dizzy.
Leaning against the wall behind him, tears gradually fell from his red and swollen eyes.
"Come, drink, drink..."
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Staring at the drunkard in the distance, Huang Xiaobei and others had strange looks in their eyes. They were very puzzled. They didn't know what the Donghuang Hotel was doing anymore, and why they allowed such a drunkard to fool around here? If it were their hotel, no.
To put it mildly, the big brothers from the Qinghong Gang would have already rushed in and beaten people up.
After staring at the drunkard who was leaning against the wall and still sipping his drink for a while, Lao Wei scratched his cheek in disbelief and said, "Is this a relative of the owner of Donghuang Hotel? How can he be so drunk?
No one is in charge?"
Huang Xiaobei covered his nose in disgust, because even from such a distance, he could smell the smell of alcohol and sourness on the drunkard's body. He couldn't imagine how many days it had been since he had taken a shower.
Only Brother Maozi, after seeing the man cut open the mouth of the bottle with his palm, nodded secretly, thinking that he must be a man with some martial arts, and his kung fu was absolutely amazing.
The drunken and smelly drunkard was still sitting against the wall, drinking. While drinking, he was talking vaguely, and then as he spoke, tears fell from his eyes, and he held the bottle alone.
Crying and laughing again.
At this time, when everyone looked at the drunkard carefully, they discovered that although the drunkard looked dirty and had stubble on his face, he was actually a very brave and masculine young man. His nose was high.
He is tall, with sharp features, heroic brows and eyes, and a bronze skin, which is as tough as if it has experienced years of wind and rain, and his tearful eyes are also exceptionally bright, just like his name.
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What's even more unimaginable is that both of his hands holding the wine bottle were actually covered with a thick layer of knife calluses. He was obviously a man who wielded knives all year round.
But such a heroic young man is now like a homeless man on the street, leaning against the wall, drinking heavily, crying and laughing.
Tang Seng, who had been staring at the drunkard for a long time but said nothing, suddenly frowned.
For some reason, he always felt that the drunkard was different. What was different about him? He always seemed to exude an iron-blooded aura inadvertently! This is something that only those who have experienced the baptism of blood and fire in the cold weapon era can
The temperament you possess.
Tang Seng turned his eyes slightly.
But why does it appear in such an alcoholic?
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The drunkard was still sitting against the wall, laughing and crying as he drank his wine, all talking crazy things like "general, brother".
After about a minute or so, I saw a crying girl running out of the restaurant. She stood in the hall, looking helplessly at the empty surroundings. The girl's watery and lovely eyes were deep.
With tears in his eyes, his mouth was soft.
"Mingguang."
Fortunately, she soon saw the drunkard sitting against the wall drinking. Immediately, the girl seemed to have found a life-saving straw and quickly ran to the drunkard.
Looking at the high-spirited warrior in the past and the decadent drunkard in front of her, the girl couldn't bear to cover her mouth. Tears fell like raindrops from the corner of her fair and soft face, and her delicate body trembled.
Silent sobbing.
Dongfang Qing, who had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't bear to turn his head away, and his gentle eyes were now wrapped in a layer of mist.
After crying for a while, the girl felt much better. She tried her best to adjust her emotions and put a smile on her face.
Looking at the drunkard, this very beautiful and fragile girl slowly knelt down, gently held the drunkard's hand, and spoke softly.
"Mingguang, stop drinking, let's go home."
The drunkard was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl in front of him with blurred and distant eyes, looking at her fair right face and the bright red slap mark on it, the drunkard smiled dejectedly.
"Why are you so mean? Didn't I tell you to get out of here? Why are you following me? I'm not Qian Mingguang. He's dead. He's been dead a long time ago..." The drunkard
Smiling, he poured wine into his mouth.
After hearing his words, the girl shook her head vigorously, put the drunkard's hand on her fair and jade face, stared at it with tears, choked and sobbed.
"No, no, Mingguang, I beg you to come home with me, shall we go home?"
"Pah." The drunkard slapped the girl on the face again with his backhand, and stared at the bottle shaking in his palm with a sneer.
"Home, do I still have a home? My sister is gone, and so is the general. I have no home, no home anymore..."
Raising his head slightly, the drunkard looked at the ceiling of the magnificent hall, with tears in his eyes, and whispered softly.
"I think back on those days when 10,000 iron cavalry came out of Hexi. How high-spirited and ambitious they were. But now...I am the only one left. I am the only one left...
....”
The drunkard was leaning against the wall, holding his bottle, murmuring softly, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
"Why, what are we doing for...what are we doing for..."
The drunkard drank heavily and stared blankly at the marble floor beneath his feet.
"Big man, Your Majesty, big man, big...hehe, fuck you big man!"
The drunkard slammed the bottle in his hand to the ground, panting heavily, his bloodshot eyes as fierce as a wild beast.
The fragments of the wine bottle flew past her cheek, and the girl screamed in fright, but she could do nothing. She could only cover her red and swollen cheeks and sob softly.
"Mingguang!"
Dongfang Qing finally couldn't stand it any longer. She walked quickly to the drunkard and helped the girl who was sobbing softly. Dongfang Qing's pretty face, which had always been as gentle as water, turned cold at the moment.
The drunkard looked up in confusion at the angry Dongfang Qing, laughed, then stood up from the ground, shook his head and said.
"It's Sister Xiaoqing, haha, that Sister Xiaoqing, I'm sorry for making a mess here." The drunkard slapped his face twice with a playful smile, "I'm wrong, I'm not a human being, I'll change it from now on."
Let’s go and have a drink. Don’t be angry with me.”
Dongfang Qing looked at him silently, silently watching the man from the past degenerate into what he is today. His fair-skinned fists clenched for a moment, but soon relaxed, and even his cold eyes were powerless.
Come on.
Now, what can she say? What reason does she have to blame him?
Don't blame him, really, don't blame him...
"Mingguang, it's been five years. You've been in a state of confusion for five years. It's time to wake up. Even if it's for Xiao Fei, you should cheer up."
Dongfang Qing held the girl in her arms and patted her jade back gently. The already extremely weak girl in her arms cried even more sadly.
Listening to Dongfang Qing's words and the cry of his beloved, the drunkard smiled.
Walking up to Dongfang Qing, he staggered and spit out the disgusting smell of alcohol.
"Sister Xiaoqing, do you know? I, there is only one thing I want to do most right now, and that is to go back to Chang'an, to die with the general, and to die with my soldiers...
.....Haha, I don’t deserve to live, I don’t deserve to live.”
"We all deserve to die, we all deserve to die at the foot of Gaolan Mountain, we all deserve to die in the Mobei Desert, we deserve to be shot to death by the last arrow of the Huns! This way, this is better than the final fate..."
There was a smile in the drunk man's eyes, but tears shone in the depths of his eyes. Holding his head, the drunk man knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
"We all deserve to die in the last battle, we all deserve to die in the last battle! Hahaha, ahhahaha, for what, General, for what, what on earth is this for!"
"You told me back then that someone had to die, but is this our fate... Is this the ending we are waiting for... General, are you still here? Are you
Teach me, teach me what to do, teach me..."
The group of people in the past who shouted that they would die without regrets have already lost everything, just like their generals, they have lost the faith they lived for.
What is the meaning of his life now? I don’t know, I really don’t know...
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After holding his head and crying for a while, the drunkard stood up.
He turned his gaze to the girl who was lying in Dongfang Qing's arms, sobbing softly. The drunken and confused eyes were slightly lowered, but they soon became playful again.
The next moment, in front of everyone, the drunkard raised his hand, slapped himself four times, and said with a smile.
"I'm a bastard. I'm not a human being. Xiaofei, I apologize to you, but let's go. Don't follow me. I'm just a bastard now, and I'm just a bastard who can beat women..."
Haha, find a good man, find a good man and pamper you well."
"Qian Mingguang!"
Unable to bear it, Dongfang Qing angrily scolded her. At this moment, she could no longer see any trace of gentleness, only anger that reached the extreme.
But the drunkard spread his hands fearlessly, slapped them together fiercely, clasped his hands together, and shook them seriously.
"I'm sorry, Sister Xiaoqing, I'm sorry. I drank too much today and caused you trouble. Don't worry, I won't come. I will never come again in the future. I am not a human being. Don't be like me...
"
Pushing away the girl who was trying to help him up, the drunkard staggered and walked towards the hotel door crazily, humming a military ditty from the Han Dynasty in his mouth, and his swaying figure drifted away like a fallen leaf.
Looking at the drunk man's leaving figure and listening to the desolate military tune in his mouth, Dongfang Qing closed her eyes and shook her head helplessly.
"Aren't you afraid that they will be sad? Aren't you afraid that those people will be sad? Aren't you afraid that Xiaojun will be disappointed when he sees you like this?"
Supporting the crying girl, the anger in Dongfang Qing's eyes was much less. She just spoke softly, hoping that she could awaken the last bit of responsibility in the heart of the former Han general. When the word Xiaojun was mentioned, Dongfang Qing
Qing's voice was obviously choked up.
But unfortunately, as the drunkard said, he died a long time ago, died in Hexi, died in Mobei, and died in Chang'an City.
When he heard the word "Xiaojun", the drunkard was stunned. He lowered his head and stood motionless, his eyes sober as never before.
But soon, his eyes returned to the illusion, and he smiled and shook his head.
"Afraid? I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything now. I'm not afraid of anything..."
Facing the setting sun, bathed in golden light, the drunkard laughed loudly and walked out of the hotel. The shaky shadow was dragged on the ground, stretched very long by the sunlight.
The shadow disappeared little by little, because he had walked very far, and when the last black light slowly disappeared from the ground, the lonely voice of that man's grave could be heard in the distance.
"I've fought in Hexi, I've been to Mobei, I climbed out of the dead in Gaolan Mountain, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anything."