Chapter 8 Injury

Entering the "comeondear" cafe, I saw seven or eight young people with yellow hair roaring loudly in the hall, holding wine bottles and punching.

Now I'm a little uncomfortable with such a scene. I frowned slightly. Ya'er beside me smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, this cafe also sells drinks. This is the case in a small county. This kind of place is often visited by gangsters. Why don't we change places?"

I smiled and said, "No, just find a private room. I guess it's like this everywhere. Don't bother."

"Haw...w..." Two sharp whistles sounded. Needless to guess, it was made by the seven or eight young people dyed with yellow hair. Then, a guy began to flirt with Yaer: "Hey, beauty, come to my brother. It's boring to be a soldier. Poor! It's not interesting yet, but it may be a little powerful in ** at night..."

"Maomao, it's a great use. I can also do it if I buy Viagra, ah! Isn't it? Brothers?" Another voice also sounded, a little strange.

This time, Yaer and I changed our expressions. I clenched my fists and wanted to beat the two guys, but Yaer grabbed me and shook her head gently. In an instant, I regained my senses. I thought to myself, "Yes, I'm still wearing a military uniform. I guess these guys can't even punch me..."

No longer paying attention to those people, Yaer and I went straight into a box. She asked for a glass of orange juice and a glass of white water.

After three years of such close contact again, I was a little nervous. I had a lot to say to Yaer, but I didn't know where to start for a while. And Yaer just lowered her head and drank orange juice and didn't say anything for the time being.

"Wind, have you found your rib?" Yaer didn't look up and suddenly asked.

I shook my head: "No, in fact, my rib has been by my side for a long time, but I accidentally lost it again. Over the years, no one has made me feel not lonely..."

"..." Silence. The atmosphere became a little stiff for a while.

As soon as I was in a hurry, I grabbed Ya'er's hand holding the water cup and said, "Ya'er, the wind has grown up now. I know it was wrong before. Can you come back to me?"

Yaer was stunned at first, and then her eyes began to become a little wet. To my surprise, she shook her head, broke away from my hand, and said, "It's impossible, the wind, it's been so many years. Let's forget it. It's actually good..."

I was a little at a loss and hurriedly asked, "Why? Do you have a boyfriend now? Or did you really forget me?"

Yaer shook her head and just said, "Feng, don't ask me, okay? Just as I beg you, I just hesitated to come with you just because I was afraid that you would say this to me..."

I still don't want to give up like this and ask, "Why?" Do you know? In fact, I really thought a lot and understood a lot in the past few years. In the past, I was ignorant and didn't understand what real feelings were. It was not until the day you left that I understood what love was..."

I have to grab Yaer's hand again: "Will you come back to me? Ya'er? In the past few years in the army, I have been thinking about you and haven't forgotten you. Believe me, the wind will be good to you in the future..."

Yaer broke away from my hand again and bit her lips desperately, as if she was holding back something. She shook her head resolutely: "It's impossible, Feng, there are some things that can never be turned back. Now Ya'er, it's not worth it..."

"Why?" I roared and was a little excited.

Yaer didn't say anything. For a moment, she sighed and said, "Let's drink. Don't ask, or I'll leave now!"

In an instant, my heart was so painful that it seemed to fall into the abyss. Muqi nodded. At this time, I would rather drink with her than let Yaer disappear in front of me again, and then another three years, or even longer...

In fact, I drink more than Ya'er, because I feel uncomfortable, but I don't know why Ya'er is, but she holds a bottle of red wine and won't let it. It is worth mentioning that Yaer seems to drink much more. In the past, she could only drink such a small cup, and then she would get drunk...

When I was a little dizzy, the ruffians in the outer hall did not give up into the private room of me and Yaer. Maybe Yaer is so beautiful and seductive now that these drunken ruffians are even more excited.

"Beauty, why don't you go out for a few drinks with your brothers? How's it going?"

Ya'er smiled charmingly and seemed to be a little old-fashioned and said, "Oh, handsome boy, can you still drink like a bear? Auntie doesn't drink like a loach..." She said, covering her mouth and smiling.

I was a little confused and couldn't believe it at all. This was from Ya'er's mouth. Ya'er glanced at me and just smiled lightly and didn't intend to explain anything. I guess, did she do it on purpose?

The ruffian blushed a little after listening to Ya'er's words, but he actually sat next to Ya'er with a thick face. He reached out and hugged Ya'er and turned a blind eye to me.

Yaer deftly and skillfully pushed the man's hand away and said, "Don't touch him. They don't know you well, and haven't you seen my friend here?"

The ruffian glanced at me contemptuously and said, "As a soldier, I think you'd better go quickly. There seems to be nothing to do with you here, sensible..."

I won't let this damn thing over again. Maybe it's because of alcohol. I'm a little impulsive. I grabbed the guy's neckline, gently raised it, and threw him out of the private room. It seemed a little easy for me.

Yaer suddenly woke up most of the time and looked at me in surprise. She couldn't believe that I was so impulsive.

Next, needless to say, there was a one-to-seven battle in the cafe. I basically cleaned up these mob one by one, and it may be a little fierce. After all, I can break 5 green bricks with one fist.

What was unexpected was that a guy took out a fruit knife from nowhere. Inadvertently, a cold light flashed into my right arm. After all, double fists can't compete with four hands. Although I am an excellent soldier who has been systematically trained. The quality of individual soldiers is very good, my reaction is a little slow under the influence of alcohol, let alone holding hands to compete with cold weapons.

Yaer saw that I was injured and exclaimed, "Wind! Your hand! Don't fight again, I beg you!"