C334 Heart Talking

The the fourth Manager and the Third Master under the cold moonlight's gentle breeze assaulted them, gently blowing up their hair. The two people's hair intertwined, dancing in the wind, coiled around each other.

the fourth Manager's body was swaying unsteadily as if he was falling. It made people feel like he was extremely weak, and under the effects of alcohol, even though the fourth Manager was sitting, he still felt like he was swaying a little.

Because he was worried that the fourth Manager would be injured if he fell down, the Third Master extended his arm and wrapped it around the fourth Manager's waist, protecting him from the back so that he wouldn't fall down.

As I watched them cuddle together with their eyes full of each other, I suddenly felt that I was unnecessary. However, I really couldn't bear to break such a beautiful scene.

As I drank, I looked at them and thought they were beautiful, like a picture scroll.

"Fourth Bro is drunk, I'll send him back to rest." Third Master looked at the fourth Manager and felt a bit of heartache, so he carried him by the waist.

In the end, although the the fourth Manager looked weak, but under the effects of the alcohol, he became very strong. He firmly grabbed onto Third Boss' sleeve without letting go, not letting go no matter how hard Third Boss tried.

Third Boss was somewhat helpless. He could only speak with a doting tone, as if he was coaxing a child. He lightly patted the fourth Manager's back and gently said, "Stop messing around, let's go back and rest."

the fourth Manager's eyes were a little blurry. When he looked up at Third Master, his eyes immediately lit up, "You used to call me Zhen, but ever since I was eighteen, Ni has never called me so cordially again. I want to hear it." the fourth Manager's tone was full of coquetry and scolding.

A hint of awkwardness flashed across Third Master's face as he looked at the fourth Manager and said, "You're drunk."

I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, and sometimes I feel especially nostalgic for my father when I was young. Mother, everyone is still here, and you still cherish me the most, ah, I'm still yours, ah, I haven't changed anything. I'll read you poems I've written myself, and you'll perform the new sword technique you've learned. the fourth Manager seemed to be talking to Third Master, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

When he heard the fourth Manager's heartfelt words, the Third Master's expression changed a little, but he quickly covered up his discomfort and only raised his head to look at the starry night sky.

When the Third Master looked down again, the sadness in his eyes and face disappeared. He only grabbed the fourth Manager's shoulder tightly, trying his best to hide his feelings.

"In the east, the sun rises and the rain falls in the west. The Dao is ruthless, but it is filled with emotions." the fourth Manager recited a line of poem to himself. I knew that he was confessing to Third Master, but I was still a little worried. Third Master danced with his spear everyday.

the fourth Manager continued to recite the wine and drank a few mouthfuls. His face was completely red, and from the looks of it, he seemed to be allergic to alcohol.

"Third Master, did I drink at the the fourth Manager in the past?" I asked worriedly.

The first time was when I woke him up, he was lying drunk in a tavern. Later on, when I went home and the doctors diagnosed him, they said that Fourth Brother's physique was special and couldn't be drunk, and Fourth Brother originally didn't like the taste of alcohol, so we never touched it again. Afterwards, we escaped from death and became bandits, and on my first trip down the mountain, we went to an escort station for goods, and on my first trip down the mountain, we even drank a few bowls. The Third Master replied with certainty.

I looked at him a little awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten into trouble again. I didn't expect that the fourth Manager couldn't drink alcohol." I am a little sorry, but the fourth Manager can't drink either, you just need to drink a mouthful, and once I confess, I will be fine. I will have to take advantage of this, this time, I have successfully offended Third Boss.

It's not your fault, he thought. It's also good that he could take the opportunity to vent his frustration, ever since we started to move forward, Fourth Brother's personality has become more and more silent, sometimes he even ignored me. I know that he's uncomfortable, and I hope he can vent it out, but he's been holding it in. As the Third Master said this, he looked at the dazed the fourth Manager and actually smiled, but his smile was more bitter.

"That's true. Then what about Third Boss, the Third Boss must be feeling very uncomfortable in his heart. Why not find an opportunity to vent like the the fourth Manager, or else one day, he might really suffocate himself to death." I'm worried.

Speaking of suffering, Third Master's suffering was not less than the fourth Manager's, and it was even more so. Even though he had experienced more pain than Third Master since he was young, but Third Master had always endured it all by himself.

"I also want to vent my anger, but for this thing, I'm not drunk." Third Boss forced a smile and raised his head to look at the wine jar. Soon, he saw the bottom of the jar.

After completely drinking down a jar of wine, the Third Master's expression didn't change. He didn't even blink as he wiped off the wine stains on his mouth with a calm face.

I silently gave him a thumbs up in my heart. Impressive, I admire him from the bottom of my heart. In the past, there were many people who were good at drinking, but none of them could be as straightforward as Third Boss.

"When I was young, whenever people ridiculed me for having no family, I would beat them up. Then, I would steal the wine from the wine cellar by myself. Gradually, I started to practice like this …"

I won't pour myself a thousand cups. " The Third Master fell into deep thought. Then, he began to remember the softness of his own heart. At the time, I was still glad that I was beaten up every time, and the old ladies in the house would never blame me, and would even care about me … I felt very lucky then, thinking that if only the old ladies were my biological parents, they would be able to cook for me to such an extent, and if only I was their biological child, then I would definitely be the happiest child in the world, but then I realized that I was not happy at all, and even sad, and angry. I was their biological son, but they treated me like that, and I resented them for a whole year, and I didn't say anything to any of them. When the Third Master spoke to the point of being sad, two streams of clear tears immediately hung on his face, causing people's heart to ache.