Bandits join the army

He closed his eyes, trying in vain to soothe his depressed heart with prayers... If God can hear it, can you let me put it down?If God can hear it, can I be watched by someone else?

"Brother Hong Ming~Brother Hong Ming!"

Some youthful shouts suddenly reached Zhao Hongming's ears. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure stumbling over.

At this time, Zhao Hongming was sitting under a tree, his depression had not completely dissipated, his eye circles were reddish, and he saw Xiao Baiyang was holding two wine jars in each hand, and he was still holding a bunch of wine jars in his hands. Something came limping over.

He wanted to get up to pick it up, but found that his legs were numb, and he couldn't help himself for a long time, so he had to watch little Bai Yang walking towards him.

"Brother Hong Ming, ha... ha... I'm coming! I've been waiting for a long time!"

Little Baiyang put the wine jar at Zhao Hongming's feet with a smile all over his face, then put down the greased paper bag in his hand, opened it, and rambling words filled Zhao Hongming's ears again.

"Brother Hong Ming, let me tell you, this is made by our sister cook! It was specially invited by my boss to cook for your boss and the two of them. The dishes are delicious! Look, just now I put this oiled paper bag in my arms, these are still warm, let's eat and drink while it's hot!"

Little Baiyang opened his mouth continuously, squeezing away all Zhao Hongming's thoughts, leaving only one: How can this annoying brat talk so much?

Zhao Hongming suddenly looked down at Little Baiyang's skinny calf.

"What happened to the leg?"

Little Baiyang lifted the lid of the wine with a sound of "Boom!", and the good wine was really different. As soon as he opened it, the aroma of the wine wafted away. He asked, looked at Zhao Hongming in embarrassment, and scratched his hair.

"No...it's nothing, just now, sister chef gave me some cabbage and took a lot of time. I was afraid you were in a hurry, so I hurried a little bit. I couldn't get over the wall with my wine in my arms, so I took a detour. If you are far away, run, and if you run fast, you will trip over a stone."

Just as Zhao Hongming was about to speak, Xiao Baiyang directly raised his hand to stop him, and answered the conversation himself.

"But it's okay! I'll be fine in a while, Brother Hong Ming, don't think I'm small, but I'm solid!"

As he said that, as if he really wanted to prove it to Zhao Hongming, Xiao Baiyang punched himself in the chest twice while speaking, his voice trembling a little from his own punching.

"Look! It's okay! Brother Hong Ming, don't worry!"

Only now did Zhao Hongming have the time to take a closer look at Little Baiyang, his head was covered with beads of sweat, his face was flushed from running, and he was panting heavily.

Looking at Xiao Baiyang's antics again, Zhao Hongming suppressed it in his heart, and finally he didn't laugh.

I thought to myself that your small arms and legs would be fine if you hammered twice, if he came to hammer, I'm afraid half of your life would be lost.

While Zhao Hongming was thinking, Xiao Baiyang had already opened another jar of wine, sniffed it greedily, then went back and rubbed his nose.

Little Baiyang turned around and found that Zhao Hongming was still looking at him, feeling a little guilty, thinking that Zhao Hongming wouldn't find out that he was lying, would he?