Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

It was an unforgettable night.

Han Yeti's pockets were full of vodka.

But it doesn’t look like this man is drinking.

Who drinks vodka as plain water?

One gulp at a time, while still sitting in such a dangerous place and shaking his legs.

Lu Mingfei also curiously took the wine bottle and checked it.

Well, with this alcohol content, you can almost ignite it directly.

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

I guess this is how the men of the fighting nation drink.

Lu Mingfei discovered that Han Ye had a habit.

He would blow before drinking.

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

Occasionally, he would put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders and say toasts.

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

Lu Mingfei just sipped the plum wine silently.

He is different from others.

Lu Mingfei is always quiet when drinking.

The usual laughter and laughter were also put away.

There was something else in his eyes.

"I'm going to sing!"

Han Ye declared loudly with the momentum of "God said there should be light."

He was holding a guitar that was almost bigger than himself. He didn't tune the strings or listen to the music, but he banged it boldly with fists.

This guy was using his guitar as a drum.

Rich and rhythmic music sounded.

In the night, it was just the two of them and the constant flow of cars.

The boy with a high ponytail relaxed his voice.

Yes, no matter how you look at Han Ye at this moment, you will never be mistaken.

He's just a real boy.

After all, no girl can sing Katyusha so heartbroken.

Lu Mingfei found that he couldn't understand.

Katyusha in the original Russian version.

Tongue curling, 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.

It's a nice weather tonight, the moon and stars are sparse.

Pour a drink for Tianqiao.

Master, please try it.

Pour another drink for Tianqiao.

It’s been such a long time, little junior sister.

Finally, he pressed his lips to the mouth of the altar, which was so cold that it would freeze one's soul.

Lu Mingfei thought.

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

"then!"

The guitar has to come.

Lu Mingfei didn't even raise his head, he was still drinking wine slowly, and his outstretched hand had already firmly caught it.

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

Lu Mingfei said lazily.

"Throwing things around randomly, what if it hits someone?"

"Even if it doesn't hit anyone, it's not good if it hits any flowers or plants!"

Sure enough, talking nonsense has become my instinct.

Lu Mingfei thought.

Just like practicing martial arts.

"look!"

Lu Mingfei turned around.

Han Ye stood on the railing of the overpass.

It was already early in the morning and the night wind blew his windbreaker and long hair like flags on a ship in a storm.

Han Ye laughed and opened his arms.

"Are you crazy!"

Lu Mingfei said.

He looked into the pocket that was lying on the side and saw that there was no bottle of vodka left, but the duck, beans and other food items were still intact.

Just drinking and not eating at all.

What a lunatic.

Lu Mingfei thought as he sipped the plum wine.

"I'm flying!"

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

The fierce night wind blew his figure left and right.

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

There is traffic to the right. If you fall down, you will die without rolling.

His figure swaying from side to side is so thrilling.

Han Ye was smiling.

He even closed his eyes.

The boots are still stepping forward.

One step after another.

If he deviates even slightly, even by a centimeter, he will fall into the abyss and end everything.

Han Ye is still laughing.

Lu Mingfei raised the wine jar.

""Here's to the madman.

He said.

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

Finally, it's the end.

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

He blushed and walked towards Lu Mingfei with unsteady steps.

It turned out that this guy was already drunk.

"Brother Lu!"

"Brother Lu!"

Han Ye burped.

Smiling again

"I'm so happy today."

He said.

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

In the last two steps, he swayed and pounced directly on Lu Mingfei.

"Respect yourself!"

Lu Mingfei was shocked.

"Brother, please respect yourself. Men and women are allowed to accept or not kiss each other!"

The martial arts will of Waigang's strong men is indeed well-deserved.

Even though he was slightly tipsy, Lu Mingfei was still able to accurately put his hand on Han Ye's shoulder and help him sit down against the wall.

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

It’s amazing how many children can drink vodka as water.

Lu Mingfei gave him the guitar and sat down next to him with the wine jar.

"I said dude."

"Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

"sleep?"

Han Ye muttered drowsily.

"Sleep...sleep here!"

"Overpass?"

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 pedestrian passing by just now, watching himself and Han Ye sitting side by side against the wall, staring at him as if they were looking at non-recyclable garbage.

"How about you go back to my house?"

Lu Mingfei said.

For a long time, no one responded.

"Hey, man!"

Lu Mingfei shouted twice more.

"Dude! Dude!"

Han Ye held the guitar, his head huddled in the hood of his windbreaker, leaning against the wall, his eyes closed.

His breathing was so light and soft, very much like a cat.

"Tsk!"

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"I thought I could drink more...?"

"trouble."

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

Seal the pond, clean up the mess of wine bottles all over the place, and don’t put a burden on the sanitation uncles and aunties.

Picking up his bag and holding Han Ye's arm, Lu Mingfei walked home.

"You kid, are you that heavy?"

Lu Mingfei said.

Han Ye is obviously petite and doesn't have much meat, so why can he carry so much weight?

Could it be that all the bones in this man's body are made of iron?

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Go home."

He said.

"I...I can still drink!"

Han Ye muttered.

"teacher."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and glanced at Han Ye's cold, white face. He could almost be described as quiet. It was hard to imagine that half an hour ago, this harmless-looking guy was filling himself up with bottles of vodka and doing what he said. Doing ballet on the edge of a cliff is so crazy that it could cost you your life.

What does it mean? Just imagine that one day your cute little kitten suddenly got interested. He rushed to the zoo and meowed wildly at the tiger. He also chewed his newly grown baby teeth and tried to Scare the tiger and make it afraid.

All I can say is, it’s very thoughtful.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Lu Mingfei's voice was very soft.

"Just take a nap and you'll be fine."

In the dark night, the silhouettes of the two people under the street lights were so long.

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

As a passage says.

Many times the turning point in our lives is that exam, that love, that graduation, that day when we get off the bus.

For us at that time, it was just an ordinary day, one afternoon, and one hour, nothing more.

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

Only when you look back many years later will you be surprised.

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

The same goes for Han Ye.

His life took a completely different path.

On this day, this morning, under this bright sun, this Ziyang Street where stalls are set up.

he asked the boy with a smile.

"Boss, how do you sell this word?"