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It’s night.

The dark night.

I can't see the five fingers.

In the warm kiss of the mosquitoes, Zhang Feng finally woke up.

Looking at the drunkard all over the floor, he couldn't help but grow his head.

"This fuck's! What to do!"

Zhang Feng snarled silently.

But at this moment.

In the dark corner, there was a long voice.

"Are you awake?"

"Who?"

Zhang Feng has blown up his hair.

I was checked next door last night. The ghost knew if there was any dead person or something, but now a voice suddenly appeared to prevent him from getting hairy.

"Ahem..."

"Don't be afraid, Zhang Feng brother! It's me, I'm Du...Dabing!"

Dabing?

What Dabing?

Zhang Feng rubbed his forehead for a long time before reacting, and finally remembered that Du Dabing had been poured over by a bowl of Ethyl Alcohol.

While rubbing his painful head, Zhang Feng slowly lit an oil lamp. Only then did he see Du Dabing clearly.

I saw a milk-white robe, all vomiting dirt, there was him, and I don’t know who it was, Cheng Iron Ox, Big Fool Wei, and Old Li’s son. Crowded into a ball, that scene...

I can’t bear to look straight!

"When did you...woke up? Why didn't you light the oil lamp?"

Zhang Feng looked at Du Gou speechlessly.

"I only woke up when you were talking, your wine...what is it made of, and why is it so mellow? The head underneath, it seems like it is about to split..."

Du Gou asked, while leaning on the door, sitting on the stool askew.

"Tell me, this is Ethyl Alcohol!"

"It's not wine!"

Zhang Feng spent a long time on the matter of Ethyl Alcohol. Explain clearly.

After that, the two looked at the drunkards all over the floor, and they could only silently carry a few people into the bedroom in the backyard, and threw them on Zhang Feng's small bed.

Then sitting in the front hall of Little Tavern again, Du Gou quietly looked at the writing on the wall, shocked.

"I have heard my father talk about the Zhang Feng brother's poems a long time ago, and I have also seen Brother's calligraphy, but this picture..."

"Especially which one First And never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!, brother, in what state of mind did you make such quatrains?"

Du Gou is a fool.

From Dao of Confucianism masterpieces to some literature allusions circulating in the market will be included, and only Zhang Feng makes him feel unfathomable the most.

A shopkeeper of a small Tavern, and he is still in his prime. Unlike other young, talented people, he actively earns a reputation and does not serve the Imperial Court. Instead, he is in this small Tavern. Here struggling on whilst at death's door, what kind of free and easy person is this to do?

"Zhang Feng brother, to be honest, I wanted to visit you a long time before I came, but my father has never allowed it. In addition, the xiaosheng's schoolwork has not yet been completed, so until today, several people have posted A small invitation, so I muster up the courage and get the consent of the father before I came to visit!"

While speaking, Du Gou took out a greeting card from his arms and offered it with both hands.

"When I came, I didn’t have any good gifts, so Xiaosheng copied some famous poems, plus Xiaosheng learned that Zhang Feng brother does not like gold and silver, so I prepared a rubbing of the ancient book here. , Please..."

Zhang Feng has a headache.

This time it is really a pain in the brain.

He can finally feel Big Fool Wei why they can't wait to get this stuff up as soon as they enter the door, this fuck, it's a copy of Tang Seng!

He didn't say a word, this guy was forced to talk about it for a long time.

Is this still alive?

Zhang Feng in the heart couldn't help but thank Old Du infinitely.

At the end of the day, Old Du locked this unfilial son in the house! If this came earlier, he would have been bored to death.

For this kind of crazy man who is obsessed with madness in a certain field, Zhang Feng admires and frightens him again. What's more, I'll give you a fudge. Fudge is stupid. Fudge is confused, he It feels better, but this Du Dabing is a idiot!

How does this flicker?

"Ahem!"

"That...Dabing! I can get your wish. I still can't ask for this rubbing!"

Zhang Feng looked at Du Gou with a distressed look, and didn't know what he was distressed about this product?

This thing is not precious. If you want it, can you just rub it?

As for this to be given again, do you feel distressed?

How can I collect this?

I wanted to take it, and I would take a look when I was okay, but...

Forget it.

I'm afraid of being missed!

Du Gou hearing this, with a straight face,

"What did the Zhang Feng brother say? Although the rubbing is good, it needs to be given to a confidant! I will see Zhang Feng today. Brother, it’s Du the blessing of three lifetimes. This is not my gift. Du didn’t dare to take Saint’s rubbings to give it to others. This is just a thought that's all shared by our students! Don’t do it. Think of Du as the kind of shameless who steals Saint's blood and takes it as his own!"

Zhang Feng's eyes are red.

This damn thing is cursing me around the corner!

I asked you to mess with you?

However, after observing for a long time, he saw that Du Gou didn't seem to be scolding himself, so he could only touch his nose, but he didn't even look at what was in front of him.

Don't ask why.

To ask is to disdain!

"Come on, you! The distress on your face can be seen by a fool!"

"Just tell me, what do you want! Can I give it back?"

Zhang Feng surrendered.

Du Gou hearing this.

His face was overjoyed, he hurriedly put the rubbing book into his arms, and then gave a Confucian scholar salute: "Please also Zhang Feng brother for the next calligraphy!"

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