Reborn My 1993

Chapter 165
The three of them arrived at the old restaurant before four o'clock. When Zhang Yiming saw that it was getting dark outside, he looked at the time and found that it was already past six o'clock. On the table and on the ground, there were ten empty beer bottles. As many as a few.

Liu Xiong was lying on the table a long time ago, his blushing face seemed to ooze blood, and he was talking nonsense, while Li Zhenting, as if he had drunk his emotions, did not talk to anyone, pouring cups of water into his own mouth. He poured wine into his mouth, drinking it was like drinking water, Zhang Yiming was speechless watching it.

"Brother Li, it's almost time to drink. If you drink more, you should drink more."

Although Li Zhenting didn't drink like crazy, didn't talk nonsense, didn't lie down on the table like Liu Xiong and fell asleep, and didn't even vomit or show any signs of drunkenness, Zhang Yiming still felt uneasy.

"Xiao Ming, do you believe in fate?"

Uh.

"Believe it!"

At this time, what Zhang Yiming was thinking about was nothing but his rebirth. If there is no fate, how should his rebirth be explained.

"Believe it? Ha, I don't believe it. Not only do I not believe it, I want to fight it. I want to see what it can do to me."

After Li Zhenting finished speaking, he put another glass of wine into his stomach.

"Brother Li, stop drinking."

Because he was afraid that Li Zhenting would think too much, Zhang Yiming didn't take the initiative to help Li Zhenting pour the wine from the beginning to the end. Li Zhenting poured it with one hand, and then used that hand to raise the glass to drink. The whole movement was smooth, but Zhang Yiming couldn't help it. Vigorous.

"Xiao Ming, I didn't drink too much, Brother Li. This little wine is nothing. Your Brother Li came out of the countryside when he was 13 years old. You know, a child from the countryside is still disabled. How much suffering has he suffered? You know, the winter when I first went to East Bay, I didn’t even have a place to live, so I just squatted at the garbage station, you know, why, it’s burning garbage there, it’s so hot, I can’t wait to dump it in the garbage dump at night. Once I didn’t know what was burned in the garbage dump, and I was so confused by the smoke. If the uncle who collected the garbage looked at me early in the morning and cleaned me out, I might have died.”

Li Zhenting said as he poured himself another glass of wine, but this time he did not drank it in one gulp, but held the glass and looked at the swaying liquid in the glass.

"I lived in the East Bay for about five years living in the dumps and the bridge holes, but you know, every time I look up at the sky, I always think, I have to mix up a Come and show God what he looks like, let him see clearly, my life is not up to him, and my life, Li Zhenting, is up to God!"

As soon as this sentence was finished, Li Zhenting raised his head again and drank the wine in the glass, and the amber liquid in the glass disappeared along the wall of the glass in an instant.

Zhang Yiming looked at Li Zhenting in front of him, and involuntarily recalled the appearance of Li Zhenting and Lei Feng standing together at the New York Stock Exchange in his previous life when he was ringing the bell in his mind. He was much more mature and stable. At that time, Li Zhenting was like a king who had put on armor and returned after a hundred battles, looking down on the world.

Who would have imagined that under that gleaming battle armor, what kind of body is hidden, and what kind of heart has experienced the warmth and coldness of the world.

"Brother Li, let me take you back home!"

Finally, the last bottle of wine in front of Li Zhenting was gone, Zhang Yiming opened his mouth.

"You go home, it's getting late, I'll help him go back."

"Let me see you off, it's not far away, or I will too."

"Xiao Ming, do you think Brother Li and I can't do anything well with only one arm?"

"No, of course I don't mean that."

"Then stop talking, you help me up."

Zhang Yiming had no choice but to lift Liu Xiong up from the table, but Liu Xiong didn't look fat, but he looked like a dead pig when he was drunk. Zhang Yiming finally lifted Liu Xiong up, but Liu Xiong didn't expect Liu Xiong to have no energy at all. , The body fell and went directly under the table bald.

"Oh, I'm going to change places to drink?"

Liu Xiong, who got under the table, said something in a daze, making Zhang Yiming really dumbfounded.

Finally, with the help of the restaurant owner, Liu Xiong was dragged out from under the table.

"Brother Li, can this work?"

Zhang Yiming supported Liu Xiong against Li Zhenting's body, and Li Zhenting used his only arm to wrap around Liu Xiong's waist, but Li Zhenting himself was not very strong, and Liu Xiong was basically hanging on him, Li Zhenting Staggered a bit, Zhang Yiming was so frightened that he subconsciously rushed forward, but fortunately Li Zhenting finally stood firm.

"Xiao Ming, hurry back, it's getting dark, please ride slowly!"

Staggering out of the old restaurant, Li Zhenting said to Zhang Yiming.

"Drink, it's so easy to get together, why don't you drink, come, drink. This wine tastes really good."

Liu Xiong was still talking nonsense, and Zhang Yiming's words came to his lips several times, but he didn't say it in the end.

"Okay, let's go back!"

After Li Zhenting finished speaking, he supported Liu Xiong and staggered towards the direction of the guest house.

Zhang Yiming supported the bicycle, looked at the backs of the two, and pushed the bicycle far behind.

The cold wind was cold, and Zhang Yiming felt the cold air coming in through his collar, and a layer of pimples formed on his skin.

After walking for about ten minutes, Li Zhenting and Liu Xiong finally stood at the door of the guest house, and Zhang Yiming also let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's go back!"

Hearing Li Zhenting's voice, Zhang Yiming was startled, and then shook his head. It turned out that Li Zhenting always knew that he was following.

Zhang Yiming turned his bike around and left.

On the other side, Li Zhenting supported Liu Xiong, turned his head slowly, and looked at the back of Zhang Yiming, who could no longer see clearly in the night, with a flash of warmth in his eyes.

His ears have always been better than ordinary people. Although Zhang Yiming is not too close, he can still clearly hear the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground. The sound of constantly changing frequency, for Li Zhenting, who is used to seeing too many people's warmth and coldness, his heart was warmed and moved by a child on this cold winter night.

On the third day, Zhang Yiming finally went to school.

"Zhang Yiming, why did you ask for leave?"

As soon as he entered the classroom, Zhang Yiming was blocked by Li Jia at the door.

"I'm going to contact you about the promotion of the school celebration advertisement!"

"You go to the grave and burn newspapers to fool the ghosts. Ma Jun has already said that you must be doing something that you can't see people. Zhang Yiming, we have an agreement, you can't say nothing."

Hearing Li Jia's words, Zhang Yiming immediately shot at Ma Jun. This kid is eating too much salt. Don't worry, this kid is talking nonsense with Li Jia just to please Liu Fang. He can't see it. Ah, Liu Fang and Li Jia are silent now!
"I'm serious, and what does this have to do with our agreement?"

"It doesn't matter, you can't have a date before you go to college."

What is it?

Why is this even related to the object.

(End of this chapter)