It was night.
It was a dark night.
The kind where you couldn't even see your own fingers.
Under the passionate kisses of the mosquitoes, Zhang Feng finally woke up.
Looking at the drunkards on the floor, he couldn't help but have a headache.
"Damn it! What should I do! "
Zhang Feng was speechless as he roared.
But at this moment.
In the dark corner, a leisurely voice came.
"You're awake?"
"Who is it?"
Zhang Feng was furious.
Last night, the next door was checked. Who knows if there were any dead people. Now that a voice suddenly came out, how could he not be scared.
"Cough cough …"
"Brother Zhang Feng, don't be afraid! It's me, I'm Du … Dabing! "
Dabing?
What Dabing?
Zhang Feng rubbed his forehead for a long time before he reacted. He finally remembered that Dabing Du was drunk with a bowl of alcohol.
Rubbing his aching head, Zhang Feng slowly lit an oil lamp. At this time, he finally saw Dabing Du clearly.
He saw a milky white robe covered with vomit. Some of it was his, some of it was unknown who it was. Cheng Tieniu, Idiot Wei, and Lao Li's son were all huddled together. That scene …
It was simply unbearable to look at!
"You … when did you wake up? Why didn't you light the oil lamp? "
Zhang Feng looked at Du Gou speechlessly.
"I only woke up when you were talking. This alcohol of yours … What is it made of? Why is it so strong? My head feels like it's going to split open … "
Du Gou asked while holding the door and sitting crookedly on the stool.
"I already said, this is alcohol!"
"It's not alcohol!"
Zhang Feng spent a long time explaining the alcohol matter clearly.
Then, the two looked at the drunkards on the floor. They could only speechlessly carry them into the bedroom in the backyard and throw them on Zhang Feng's small bed.
Then, they sat in the front hall of the small pub again. Du Gou quietly looked at the words on the wall and was shocked.
"I've long heard of Brother Zhang Feng's poems, and I've also seen Brother's calligraphy, but this piece of calligraphy …"
"Especially that 'Don't Make the Golden Goblet Empty to the Moon'. Brother, what kind of state of mind did you have to come up with such a line?"
Du Gou was an idiot.
From the famous works of Confucianism to some literary stories circulating in the marketplace, they were all recorded. Only Zhang Feng made him feel the most mysterious.
The shopkeeper of a small tavern, moreover in the prime of his life, was not like the other young talents who were actively striving for fame, nor did he serve the court. Instead, he was struggling at death's door in this small tavern. What kind of free and easy person would do something like this?
"Brother Zhang Feng, to tell you the truth, I wanted to pay you a visit a long time ago, but my father didn't allow it. Plus, I haven't finished my homework yet. So, it wasn't until today that I mustered up my courage and obtained my father's permission to pay you a visit!"
As he spoke, Du Gou took out a visiting card and presented it with both hands.
"When I came, I didn't have any good gifts, so I copied some famous poems. Plus, I know that Brother Zhang Feng doesn't like gold and silver things, so I prepared a rubbing of an ancient book. Please …"
Zhang Feng's head hurt.
This time, it was really a headache.
He finally understood why idiot Wei and the others couldn't wait to get this guy drunk the moment they came in. This was a copy of Tang Sanzang!
He didn't say a single word, but this guy was nagging for half a day.
Did he still want people to live?
Zhang Feng couldn't help but be endlessly grateful to Old Du.
It was fortunate that Old Du had locked this unfilial son in the room! If he had come earlier, he would have been annoyed to death.
For this kind of lunatic who was obsessed to the point of madness in a certain field, Zhang Feng admired, but also feared. Others were still fine, as long as he was tricked, he would feel better. But this Du Gou was a fucking literary maniac!
How could he trick him?
"Cough, cough!"
"That … Da Gou! I appreciate your kind intentions, but I still can't accept this rubbing! "
Zhang Feng looked at Du Gou who had a pained expression. He didn't know what this guy was feeling pained about.
This thing wasn't precious. If you wanted it, you could just go and make another rubbing, right?
Was there a need to give it away and feel pained?
How could Lao Tzu accept this?
He originally wanted to accept it and take a look at it when he had nothing to do, but …
Forget it.
Lao Tzu was afraid of being remembered!
Du Gou's face stiffened.
"Brother Zhang Feng, what are you saying? Although the rubbing is good, it needs to be given to a close friend! Today, to be able to meet Brother Zhang Feng is already my good fortune. This is not my gift, and I also don't dare to give a saint's rubbing to someone. This is just a token of my appreciation between us students! Please don't treat me as a shameless person who steals the saint's blood and sweat! "
Zhang Feng's eyes were red.
This guy, he's cursing me in a roundabout way!
Did Lao Tzu provoke you?
However, after observing for a long time, he saw that Du Gou didn't seem to be cursing him. He could only touch his nose, but he didn't even look at the thing in front of him.
Don't ask why.
Asking was disdain!
"Come on, you! Even a fool can see the reluctance on your face! "
"Just say it, what do you want! I'll give it to you, okay? "
Zhang Feng surrendered.
Du Gou heard this.
His face lit up, and he hurriedly put the rubbing into his arms, then bowed like a Confucian scholar. "Brother Zhang Feng, please give me a piece of calligraphy!"
"…"
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