Chapter 390: One Man Drinks Himself Drunk

race of himself. As for the bodies scattered around this place, Ye Junlang had no intention of dealing with them anymore.He believes that Hong Jiu will soon learn of the incident here at Tox-Eye, and...Chapter 390: One Man Drinks Himself Into Drunkenness (1/2)

Listen to the bamboo building in the backyard.

Qin Youmeng's beer was all gone, but the two of them were still not satisfied.

Ye Junlang suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Almost forgot, I still have two bottles of Lafite red wine here. Qin Xiaonv, wait for me, I don't believe I can't get you drunk."

When Ye Junlang returned to the backyard again, he already had two bottles of red wine in his hand.

These two bottles of Lafite are what he brought back from dinner last night at a French restaurant on the Seine with Mi-do. But Lin Yingchang, who came over and paid the bill like a patsy, was the one footing the bill.

Qin Yuemeng's eyes were truly devoid of any drunkenness. Instead, they shone with an even brighter and clearer light. She glanced at the two bottles of red wine Ye Junlang had placed on the small table. She was genuinely surprised and said, "My goodness, this is actually a 1982 Lafite! Uncle Ye, I never would have guessed you were such a wealthy man. You even have such fine wine hidden in your house."

Ye Junlang chuckled and said, "This wine wasn't paid for. It was an idiot who bought it, and I just took it back."

"Taste this" the girl asked.

"Of course."

Ye Junlang opened his mouth, using the corkscrew to remove the cork from the bottle. He picked up the valuable 1982 Lafite and poured it into the glass, not bothering with decanting. He raised the glass and drank it straight.

If this were to fall into the eyes of some wine connoisseurs, they would surely scold him for wasting such a treasure.

Such an expensive wine, is this the way to drink it

Qin Youmeng also raised her cup and drank, not knowing whether she tasted the wine in this red wine. She only knew that after she finished drinking, she poured herself another half cup.

Ye Junlang didn't stop her. He initially said Qin Youmeng's alcohol tolerance was a maximum of three cans of beer, but watching this little girl drink can after can without showing any signs of drunkenness, on the contrary, her eyes became brighter and clearer, making Ye Junlang dizzy. He thought to himself, the little girl is smart and capable, could it be that she is also gifted in drinking, able to withstand a thousand cups

So afterwards, Ye Junlang was too lazy to bother anymore. He just considered his previous words as passing gas, something insignificant and forgettable.

Ye Junlang could also see that Qin Youmeng came from a wealthy family. Her generous demeanor and ethereal, almost fairy-like aura were not something that ordinary people could cultivate. Whether in terms of her broadmindedness, courage, or vision, she far surpassed her age.

But Qin Youmeng didn't say anything, and he was too lazy to ask.

The only thing he was curious about was how this little girl had seemed so special from the first moment she saw him. This specialness, to put it plainly, was a kind of inexplicable closeness and trust.

Yes, especially that feeling of trust. It was as if Ye Junlang had sold her outright, and she would have willingly accepted it.

If not, at this late hour, which girl would dare to come looking for a security guard to drink beer and barbecue crayfish

"Uncle Ye, tell me your story." Qin Youmeng tilted her head, and at this moment, her demeanor was indescribably cute and charming. Her eyes blinked, and the clear light within them seemed about to overflow.

Ye Junlang glanced at Qin Youmeng, looking at her charming appearance at this moment, he couldn't help but be a little dazed. He thought to himself that if given time, this little girl was probably more alluring than An Huoxi and Mi Fairy. She was undoubtedly a beauty who would bring ruin to the country.

"A story What story" Ye Junlang asked.

"Hmm—" Qin Youmeng pondered for a moment, a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes, and said, "Just tell some stories about your experiences on the battlefield."

"A battlefield A battlefield filled with gunfire, smoke and rain of bullets Don't you think that's a bit far-fetched Look at me, just a security guard, what battlefield are you talking about" Ye Junlang smiled.

"Tsk! You may fool others, but you can't fool me! I know for a fact that Uncle Ye has been on the battlefield."

How do you know

"All the big and small scars on your body are the best proof. Don't tell me those scars are from when you were mischievous as a child, no one would believe that, not even the devil."

"You're telling me this little devil actually believes you" Ye Junlang chuckled wryly, a hint of surprise in his heart. It seemed this little girl had sharp eyes. Didn't he just open the door for her

Chapter 390: One Man Drinks Himself Drunken (2/2)

He was injured and covered in scars, but she was the one who noticed.

“I’m not small at all!” Qin Youmeng said with a huff. She scooted her little stool closer and sat beside Ye Junlang, tilting her face up to look at the face that in her six years of memory had never changed, except that it was now a bit more hardened and mature. “Isn’t that right”

"Where do we start" Ye Junlang asked.

As soon as the words left his lips, Ye Junlang saw Qin Youmeng make a shocking move. The little girl flung open his shirt with one hand.

"Hey, your guts are too big! How can you just casually rip open a man's clothes Do you understand that it's uncivilized"

"Just tell me how you got that scar."

Qin Youmeng pointed at Ye Junlang's waist, where a narrow scar ran across his side, and asked.

Ye Junlang looked up, his thoughts as if suddenly pulled back to many years ago, to that African rainforest, where the bloody carnage seemed to be replaying itself. After a long silence, he said, “This happened in an African rainforest. We unexpectedly encountered enemy soldiers, and a fierce hand-to-hand battle ensued. The enemy outnumbered us, but the soldiers around me were brave as tigers, unafraid. Instead, they attacked with overwhelming momentum. At that moment, I saw a flash of blade light out of the corner of my eye. I rushed forward, and the blade slashed across my waist, its force unabated, piercing the chest of one of my comrades. I still couldn't save him. The blade had pierced his chest, but he continued to charge forward, biting off the carotid artery of the enemy soldier.”

At the moment the blood erupted, he laughed and said three words to me: ---

"Charge out!"

Finally, Ye Junlang said softly, "His name is Xu Wei, a good man."

Qin Youmeng listened quietly. Even though Ye Junlang's tone was very calm, she could still feel the deep sorrow and longing in his heart. However, it all seemed to be buried deep within him.

She no longer pressed for answers. Every scar bore witness to a painful and harrowing past, and she couldn't bear the thought of this man reaching into her soul once more, probing those raw and bleeding wounds.

Ye Junlang, however, continued to speak to himself, "And there's this scar. See it It's from a landmine fragment. We were cornered in a minefield at the time, and a hidden mine suddenly exploded with a deafening roar. The one who should have died was me. But in that instant of the explosion, a comrade threw himself over me. When I picked him up, his whole body was covered in blood and flesh, with fragments piercing through him. He left this indelible mark on me."

"His name is Liuzi, the sixth brother to join our squad. Blood smeared his features, his lips moving but unable to utter a word. Watching his mouth shape, I knew what he was saying—or rather, singing."

Ye Junlang spoke, and then his deep voice echoed in the vast and desolate night.

The wind howls, smoke billows, and war drums beat, shaking heaven and earth!

Head may be severed, blood may flow, a warrior who slays the enemy is brave first!

Setting sun, bathed in blood-like hues, warriors perish without regret!

The sky is vast, the war burns, who dares to fight!

In the midst of worldly affairs, a cup of earth, brothers, let us drink again in the next life!

In the midst of the red dust, a cup of earth, brothers will meet again in the next life to kill enemies!

A low, hoarse voice sang a song of vastness, desolation, and sorrow. Though simple and unadorned, the melody seemed to conjure images of bloodshed and carnage, war cries echoing in one's ears. In a trance-like state, one could almost see warriors charging into battle, fearless and unwavering, their war clothes stained red with the splattering blood.

Night has fallen, and the wind is getting cooler.

At some point, Qin Youmeng had fallen asleep on Ye Junlang's legs. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. She had passed out.

"A toast to tomorrow, a toast to the past, a toast to our brotherhood!"

Ye Junlang raised his cup and drank glass after glass.

The night is cool like water, the beauty is like jade, a person drinks wine and gets drunk.

First published on繁體小說網u don't have to see me off." 。Please sit down and have a rest. 。Hua Jieyu smiled sweetly and waved to Ye Junlang. 。Ye Junlang walked out, closed the door after him and got into his car, driving away....