After sending Yang Rong back to the village at night, I did not leave. We sat in Lao Qiao's house under the dim light, each holding a can of cold beer in his hand, and neither of us spoke.
During the day today, I received news that Bangkang had been captured by the Eastern Shan State. Someone also saw the body of Master Bao and said he died from a frontal shot.
In other words, from this moment on, the Wa State has come to an end. There is no longer a Bao family in northern Myanmar, and all the shackles tied to me have been lifted...
And I, at this moment, only the lonely city of Menneng is left.
"I'm starting to believe in fate a little bit."
That feeling was amazing. I began to understand those people I had looked down on before, and I began to feel that their superstitions might have some truth to them. Otherwise, how could I have tried thirteen tricks, and in the end, only Meng Neng was left? Where is the city?
I raised my drink towards Yang Rong.
Yang Rong clinked glasses with me casually and drank it in one gulp.
He didn't speak, probably because he didn't know what to say.
The two of us just looked at the moonlight outside and fell into silence again.
"Hey, do you still remember when you told me that you were afraid of society?"
After saying this, not only I laughed, Yang Rong also laughed.
But he is really not good at talking, so he didn't say much to me.
I suddenly had a feeling that this guy looked a bit like Lao Qiao from a certain angle. Of course, I'm not talking about temperament, but appearance.
He turned his head, looked at me and opened his mouth, probably wanting to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth and looked out the door.
In fact, no matter what he wants to say, it doesn't matter anymore. We paid for the tranquility of this night, so let's enjoy it for now.
I was a little tired from sitting, so I got up and walked a few steps into the house, lying directly on Lao Qiao's bed. After lying down, I suddenly felt something under me. I reached out and took out a photo frame along the mattress.
That was Lao Qiao’s favorite family photo.
But no matter how I looked at the child in the photo, it didn't look like Lao Qiao. In order to confirm my judgment, I blocked Lao Qiao with my hand and looked at it for a while before looking at the child in the photo.
I knew that he was Lao Qiao's son, and I even wondered whether Lao Qiao had spent unjust money and was deceived. In fact, he had not left any descendants in this world. Otherwise, how could he and his father look so distinct? These two people are like the difference between silver and U.S. dollars. Although they are both money, they are definitely different.
When I blocked Lao Qiao with my hand again and went to look at the child in the photo, Yang Rong drank all the beer in the can and walked into the room. The moment he opened the refrigerator to get the wine, he asked: "Aunt Fang, please send me some wine." Do you have a photo of the child?”
He thought it was a photo that Aunt Fang sent me after giving birth and asked me to print it out and put it in a photo frame. Otherwise, he couldn't think of anything that could be put in a photo frame and be treasured like this.
But I was stunned: "Don't you recognize this photo frame?"
Yang Rong took two cans of beer and handed one to me. I replied, "I haven't finished drinking that one yet." Then he asked, "Have you really never seen this photo frame?"
Yang Rong: "Why did I lie to you?"
I pointed the photo towards him and asked, "Do you take a closer look at this photo?"
Yang Rong took a serious look: "Where is this place? It's a strange place..."
"Isn't this Lao Qiao?" Yang Rong took my hand from the photo frame. When I couldn't block Lao Qiao with my fingers, he shook his head: "What's wrong in the photo?"
I pointed at the photo and said: "Old Qiao told me that the child in the photo is his son. He spent money to keep his thing and then sent it abroad to find a woman to give birth to;"
"He also said that this child still doesn't know who his biological father is, which is very pitiful."
Yang Rong nodded slowly as he listened to my story, then casually threw the photo on the table and opened the can in his hand: "I also want a child."
"I know."
I put my hand on Yang Rong's shoulder.
His fear is like that of Old Joe and me, who thought it was okay to live in the mud, but once I have children, I will start to feel dirty and fear that the children will be harmed.
"I didn't fucking want it from you!"
Yang Rong seemed to be very uncomfortable with this kind of thing and shook my hand off.
The one who made me laugh seemed to have finally found Yang Rong's weakness... Then he laughed out loud and cursed: "Second bitch."
I seemed to see a piece of ice melting. A friend who could risk his life for me was so kind: "Oh, fuck..."
"You dare to scold me now?"
I wasn't angry, but the sudden gesture was no different from a fight between best friends.
I rushed over in one stride, grabbed Yang Rong's clothes with both hands and was about to carry my pocket...
Yang Rong didn't even move the hand holding the beer. The moment I turned around, his free hand directly inserted into the gap in my waistband, and then the back of his hand rushed towards me, bending his arm slightly.
Hey, I've never seen this move before. When I had to carry his pocket, his elbow pressed against my back like an iron rod. As long as I bent down, I would be so painful that I couldn't carry it!
I!
Xu Ruifeng!
After all, I was in a martial arts school! I have done black boxing!
Where is Yang Rong?
Without saying a word, he raised his knees slightly without hurting me, and put a pad on the key point between the crotch and the back of the buttocks. Immediately, I felt as if the switch was twitching, and I immediately straightened my body. , the hand holding on to his clothes loosened itself.
Yang Rong also said: "Don't make trouble, I'm afraid of hurting you later."
I immediately remembered Burea's description. Burea said that he was not Yang Rong's height, and that Ada had to be restrained in front of Yang Rong...
How could I relax and forget about this?
The pain that caused me was gripped by everyone. I guess my virtue could even be exposed at that time.
Yang Rong was even angry: "Don't pretend, I didn't even touch you."
Hey... I'm fucked!
I'm convinced, okay?
If I can't beat you, just join in and shut up, okay?
Hey, Yang Rong, I want to extend a finger to you again, I am your grandson!
I curled up my neck and took a sip of the beer. After the coolness subsided, my body was completely relieved. I don't want to brag, it really hurts.
After I finally sat firmly and regained my breath, I turned around and asked, "You said you're quite a normal person, why do you always like to be alone?"
"I didn't do this before either."
By this time, Yang Rong's back was straight: "We were a group of children back then, like a group of piglets every day, being raised little by little by Old Qiao during training."
"We all had a good relationship at that time..."
"But as we grew up and started to serve in various positions in the army, everything changed."
He looked me in the eyes and smiled, but I felt no emotion flow: "The war is coming."
"I had to watch my closest brother die in front of me;"
"I had to carry my head back to the battlefield. I just closed my eyes and screamed wildly. Bugea couldn't even move;"
"I have to let them survive as much as possible with me in the hail of bullets."
Yang Rong nodded as he spoke: "From then on, I completely lost interest in getting to know anyone. Later, I was too lazy to talk to strangers unless necessary."
Yang Rong pointed at me: "So, try your best to stay behind me..."
"Do me a favor." (End of chapter)
