Chapter 321 People Sleeping on the Street

Bai Choufei didn't pay attention to the way Xiao Er said these words. He really didn't need to pay attention to it. But if Xiao Er was like him, there would be no profitable restaurant that day. Of course, Xiao Er has his reason to say this.

"Brother Liu, why do you want me to help?" Xiao Er immediately ran to the second floor after watching Bai Choufei go out with the old gentleman on his back.

The man he called Brother Liu shook his head with a smile: "Little guy, you'd better not know about this matter."

The shopkeeper frowned: "Brother Liu, you said that you want me to do something here. When did I make an excuse! When did you ask for your help? If you don't ask about other things, you won't ask. I know it will cause trouble, but I obviously did it. If I ask why, you have to give me an answer, right?

Brother Liu thought for a moment and nodded and said, "The young man just now is so high in martial arts that I'm afraid he is ridiculously high. He doesn't know what to do when he comes to us, but no matter what he wants to do, I don't want him to do it.

Liuchang Street, known as Liu Ge by people in Coal Town, is a catcher who grew up in Liu Town.

Dian Xiao Er is also a shop Xiao Er who grew up in Liuzhen.

It's just that although Liu Changjie is already worried about Bai Choufei, Bai Choufei is not worried about him at all, and even Bai Choufei does not know his existence. In the eyes of Bai Choufei. There is no need to worry about this. Because he doesn't care. What he cares about is that at night, he has to sleep on the street again...

Mr. Zhu was in the carriage, and he had to squat on the street corner, but fortunately, he had been used to this kind of life, and even got used to it. At any time, there would be some strange people squatting on the street corner like him...

It's still strange this time. People who can sleep on the corner are a little strange. Bai Choufei has seen it many times, but it's the first time for a girl.

A drunken man and a cute girl fell asleep not far away.

He doesn't know these two people, but it doesn't matter, because they don't know him either.

If he knows who these two people are, he will definitely like to make friends with him, but if he doesn't know, he will only watch and listen.

It's dawn.

The sky seemed to suddenly light up. When the woman saw the faint morning light on the opposite wall, she found that she had just slept.

She didn't know how she fell asleep.

The man was still lying next to the gutter, and his snoring was finally less.

The woman stood up from the corner of the wall, and her neck was numb and painful. She barely turned her neck twice and suddenly found a strange thing.

She has an extra blanket on her body.

She never had this blanket on her last night, because she was feeling very cold and hungry at that time. She was sitting in the corner and worried. She didn't know how to spend the night.

She thought of the big-headed ghost again. She must be full now, lying **, and there may be a woman like Zhang Haoer next to her.

This is the last thing that came to her mind.

Then she suddenly fell asleep.

"Where did this blanket come from?"

The blanket is like a big cake, and it will never fall from the sky.

Will the man suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and find a blanket to cover her?

The man was still sleeping where he was lying, and he didn't even change his posture.

The woman bit her lip and was stunned for a long time.

After thinking about it, there is only one person who will cover her with this blanket.

But she didn't believe that that person would do it like this. She would rather not believe it.

When the man stood, he stood very straight and straight, but his sleeping appearance was really not good.

He slept there like shrimp.

Fortunately, this is a dead alley, and only the back door of a few families is in this alley.

Last night, she was confused and didn't know how she came to this alley. Now she began to feel very lucky.

As long as someone sees Miss Tian sleeping in this alley, it's really embarrassing.

Looking at the sky, it is already dawn, and someone may come out of the back doors of those houses at any time.

The woman made up her mind to wake him up anyway this time.

She shook really hard.

The man suddenly shouted, finally opened his eyes, held his head, and shouted strangely, "What are you doing? My head is about to be cracked by you."

The woman bit her lip and said, "It's best to crack it. Just take the opportunity to wash your head."

The man saw who she was and suddenly smiled and said, "It's you. Why did you come here?"

The woman said hatefully, "Because I met a drunk."

She was determined to be as gentle and considerate as possible to the man, but not only to make the man feel that she is a beautiful woman now, but she will also be a good wife in the future.

But as soon as her young lady's temper broke out, she had already forgotten all these things.

The man held his head in his hand and kept sighing there.

The woman looked at his sad face and couldn't help saying, "Are you very uncomfortable?"

The man said with a bitter face, "It's very uncomfortable. It's even worse than having a serious illness."

The woman said, "Why are you so uncomfortable?"

The man said, "As long as you are drunk the first night, you will feel uncomfortable the next day."

The woman said, "Since you know, why do you drink desperately?"

The man said righteously, "When a man drinks, he always looks like a man."

The woman sighed and said, "Do you think drinking like that would mean that you are a hero? You're wrong. That just means you're an alcoholic!"

The man said, "Whishes and drunkards, in short, they are all men, much better than sissy."

The woman said, "A sissy person, at least it won't be as uncomfortable as you are now."

The man shook his head and said, "It's better for you women not to ask too much about our men."

He finally stood up, patted the woman on the shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

The woman opened her eyes wide and said, "Do you still want to drink?"

The man said, "Of course I want to drink."

The woman said, "Aren't you afraid of being uncomfortable?"

The man said, "It's one thing whether it's uncomfortable or not. It's another matter whether you drink or not. It's another matter whether you are drunk or not. You women won't understand this." He smiled and said, "What's more, what I'm drinking now is called soul wine. I won't feel uncomfortable as soon as I drink it."

The woman said, "Isn't it still the same uncomfortable tomorrow after drinking too much?"

The man smiled and said, "Let's talk about tomorrow's things tomorrow. Who can care so much? What's more, tomorrow is more uncomfortable. That's also tomorrow's business. You can drink it again today."

The woman sighed and muttered, "I just know how the alcoholic came from."

The man didn't listen to what she said at all. He patted the stains on his body, pulled the silk scarf around his neck, stood up straight, straightened his chest, and walked out of the alley.

It's one thing for a person to lie next to the gutter. When you go outside, you have to straighten your chest.

Even if the whole body is very uncomfortable, there must be no uncomfortable appearance on your face.

Now it seems that he may not be radiant, but at least he has a heroic spirit. The bright red silk scarf has been pulled flat and began to float in the wind again.

The woman can't help but admit that the material of his silk scarf is really good.

The man was waiting for her at the entrance of the alley. When she walked over, he smiled and said, "What do you think of me now?"

The woman couldn't help smiling and said, "At least it doesn't look like a drunken cat." She couldn't help asking again, "Where do you want to drink?"

The man said, "Of course it's the biggest teahouse in this place."

The woman said, "Teahouse?"

The man said, "At this time, only the teahouse is open."

The woman said, "There is also wine for sale in the teahouse?"

The man smiled and said, "There is almost everything in the teahouse except tea."

The woman couldn't help smiling, but immediately frowned and said, "Do you still have any silver?"

The man said, "No."

He answered simply.

The woman frowned more tightly and said, "What can I use to buy wine without silver?"

The man smiled and said, "Do I need to buy money when I drink?"

The woman said, "What do you use without silver?"

The man straightened his chest and said, "As soon as I go in, there will be a lot of people rushing to buy me a drink."

The woman said, "How dare you ask someone else to invite you?"

The man said, "What's the embarrassment? They can treat me to their glory. I drank their wine to give them face." He smiled and said, "It's not completely useless to be a famous hero."

The woman also smiled.

She suddenly found that although this man was not as great as she thought, he was much more frank than she thought.

After all, he is still young. Although he has many shortcomings, he also has a lovely side.

He is a hero, but he is also a person.

A living man with flesh and blood.

The woman smiled and said, "If they saw you drunk last night, they would definitely not invite you."

The man said, "That's what others can't see. I only let others see my boldness when I gamble, the boldness when I drink, and when I'm drunk and lose, I will never let others see that miserable appearance." He smiled again and then said, "Have you heard that I was beaten hundreds of times?"

The woman nodded and said, "I've listened to it at least hundreds of times."

The man said, "Have you ever heard that after I got a knife, I crawled out on the ground and rolled on the ground in pain when I woke up in the middle of the night, crying for help?"

The woman said, "No."

The man smiled and said, "That's right. You should understand what I mean now."

The woman did understand.

What people in the world can see and hear is just the glorious side of him.

But forget that behind the light, there must be a dark side.

Not only that man, but also those great heroes and heroes have few exceptions throughout the ages.

This is just like people can only see the glory and prestige of the general, but forget the dead bones of the tens of thousands of people on the battlefield.