Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 89 The Inflection Point
It was an unforgettable night.

Han Yeti's pockets are full of vodka.

But it doesn't look like this person is drinking.

Who drinks vodka like plain water?

One bottle at a time, while sitting in such a dangerous place dangling his legs.

Lu Mingfei also checked the wine bottle curiously.

Well, with this alcohol content, it can almost be ignited directly.

A small bottle of 225ml, one bottle at a time.

It is estimated that the men of the fighting nation will drink like this.

Lu Mingfei discovered that Han Ye had a habit.

He would blow his breath before drinking.

Then he drank the entire bottle of vodka in one gulp.

Occasionally, he would put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulder and say a toast.

For example, "world peace", "make a fortune tomorrow", "don't rain next week" and so on.

Lu Mingfei silently sipped the plum wine.

He is different from others.

When drinking, Lu Mingfei is always very quiet.

The usual laughing and joking is also put away.

There was something else in his eyes.

"I'm going to sing!"

Han Ye announced loudly with the momentum of "God said there must be light".

He hugged the guitar that was almost bigger than his body, and he didn't tune the strings or listen to the sound, but punched boldly.

This man is using the guitar as a drum.

A thick and rhythmic music sounded.

In this night when only the two of them and the endless stream of cars were left.

The boy with the high ponytail let go of his voice.

That's right, no matter how you look at Han Ye at this moment, you can never make a mistake.

He's just a real boy.

After all, no girl can sing Katyusha so heartbroken.

Lu Mingfei found that he couldn't understand.

Original Russian version of Katyusha.

Tongue rolling, tongue flicking.

Han Ye shook his body.

Like a narcissus blooming in the cold winter wind.

Lu Mingfei continued to sip his plum wine.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky.

Tonight is a fine weather, the moon is sparse.

Pour a glass for Skybridge.

Master, you have a taste.

Pour another glass for Skybridge.

It's been a long time, little junior sister.

Finally, he pressed his lips to the mouth of the altar, which was so cold that his soul was also frozen.

Lu Mingfei thought.

The wind crying in the middle of the night is really ugly.

"then!"

The guitar is not here.

Lu Mingfei didn't lift his head, he was still drinking the wine slowly, his outstretched hand was firmly catching it.

"Brother, do you have a sense of public morality?"

Lu Mingfei said lazily.

"Throw things casually, what if you hit someone!"

"Even if you don't hit anyone, it's not good if you hit any flowers!"

Sure enough, talking nonsense has become my instinct.

Lu Mingfei thought.

Same as practicing martial arts.

"look!"

Lu Mingfei turned around.

Han Ye stood on the railing of the bridge.

It was early morning and the night wind blew his windbreaker and long hair like the flag of a ship at sea in a storm.

Han Ye laughed and opened his arms.

"Are you crazy!"

Lu Mingfei said.

He looked in the pocket that was lying on the side. There was not a bottle of vodka left, but the duck and beans were still intact.

I just drank and didn't eat any serious meals.

What a lunatic.

Lu Mingfei thought while sipping plum wine.

"I'm flying!"

Han Ye stretched out his arms like a high-altitude performer in a circus.

The violent night wind swayed his figure left and right.

To the left is the overpass, it will be fine if you fall down and roll around.

To the right is the traffic flow, if you fall, you will die without rolling.

His body swaying from side to side is so thrilling.

Han Ye was laughing.

He even closed his eyes.

Boots still step forward.

Step by step.

As long as there is a slight deviation, even a centimeter, he will fall into the abyss and end everything.

Han Ye was still laughing.

Lu Mingfei held up the wine jar.

"" Respect the lunatic.

He said.

As soon as the words came out, they were drowned in the stern evening wind and Han Ye's smile.

Finally, at the end.

The lunatic opened his eyes, roared, and jumped off the railing.

With a blushing face, he walked towards Lu Mingfei step by step.

It turned out that this guy was already drunk.

"Brother Lu!"

"Brother Lu!"

Han Ye hiccupped.

smiling again
"I'm so happy today."

He said.

"I haven't been this happy for a long time!"

In the last two steps, his body swayed, and he threw himself directly at Lu Mingfei.

"Self-respect!"

Lu Mingfei turned pale with shock.

"Brother, please respect yourself, men and women can't kiss each other!"

The Martial Dao Will of the Waigang powerhouse is indeed well-deserved.

Even if he was slightly drunk, Lu Mingfei could still put one hand on Han Ye's shoulder accurately, and then helped him to sit against the wall.

The drunkard didn't know what he saw, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was so clean and warm, like a sleeping child.

It can be seen that a child can drink vodka as water.

Lu Mingfei gave him the guitar, and sat down beside him with the wine jar.

"I said dude."

"Where are you going to sleep tonight!"

"sleep?"

Han Ye muttered in a daze.

"Sleep... sleep here!"

"A flyover?"

Lu Mingfei pondered.

"I don't care, it's just that the impact is not very good."

"There are so many people coming and going, and, is it an illusion?"

Lu Mingfei was still thinking about the passerby just now, and saw himself and Han Ye sitting side by side against the wall, staring at him like looking at non-recyclable garbage.

"How about going back to my house?"

Lu Mingfei said.

For a long time, no one responded.

"Hey, man!"

Lu Mingfei called out twice.

"Dude! Dude!"

Han Ye hugged the guitar, huddled his head in the hood of the windbreaker, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.

His breathing is so light and soft, like a cat.

"Tsk!"

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Thought I could drink a lot...?"

"trouble."

He ended up pouring two glasses of wine on the floor.

Seal the pond, clean up the messy wine bottles, don't burden the sanitation masters and aunts.

Lifting the bag, and holding Han Ye's arm, Lu Mingfei walked home.

"You boy, is it so heavy?"

Lu Mingfei said.

Obviously Han Ye is petite and has little flesh, so how could he carry such a heavy weight.

Could it be that the bones of this person are all made of iron.

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Go home."

He said.

"I... I can still drink!"

Han Ye muttered.

"teacher."

Lu Mingfei looked down at Han Ye's cold and white face, and he could almost describe it as quiet. It's hard to imagine that half an hour ago, this harmless-looking guy poured himself bottles of vodka, and even made a Ballet jumping on the edge of a cliff is so crazy that you can't die.

What is the equivalent? Just imagine that one day your cute and cute little milk cat suddenly became interested, rushed to the zoo, meowed wildly at the tiger, and bared its newly grown baby teeth trying to Intimidate the tiger to make it afraid.

All I can say is, great ideas.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Lu Mingfei's voice was very soft.

"Just get some sleep."

The silhouettes of the two under the street lights in the dark night are very long.

No matter how many years have passed, Han Ye will never forget the night when he first met Lu Mingfei.

As a saying goes.

There are many turning points in our lives, that exam, that period of love, that graduation, that day when we got off the bus.

For us at the time, it was just an ordinary day, one afternoon and one hour, that's all.

But the drastic change in life happened in that ordinary moment.

Only when you look back many years later will you think in surprise.

If I had made another choice at that time, my life might have been completely different.

The same goes for Han Ye.

His life has since embarked on a very different path.

On this day, this morning, under this bright sun, this Ziyang Street with stalls.

He asked the boy with a smile.

"Boss, how do you sell this word?"

(End of this chapter)