The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 259 Buried Memories

During the military parade, in a very good position, a woman in a black leather jacket kept taking pictures with a camera.

A very handsome young man was following the woman. Seeing the woman taking pictures non-stop, the young man frowned and asked, "Why are you taking so many pictures? Just take a look. We have something to do in a few days."

"Didn't the concubine want to see it? Yesterday she cast a dream for me, and asked me to take more pictures, and then burn it for her to see."

The woman's tone was full of smiles, but there was a glimmer of gloom in her eyes.

The young man became silent when he heard this sentence, his eyes flashed with memory, and finally asked in a low voice: "Have you found out anything in these years?"

"I can't find out at all. After the Western Ghost Sect was destroyed by Xiaohuang, all the news was cut off. Xiaohuang must have something to hide from us. Otherwise, where did the torture on him come from? How could the concubine die?
You know, although the ghost gate is evil, they have their own rules and never kill anyone under the age of 16. At that time, Xiao Huang and Xiao Concubine were both under 16 years old. "

The woman kept pressing the shutter of the camera, turned her head and glanced at the young man and said.

"Hiding it from us? I don't think so. Do you think he's hiding it from us?"

The young man shook his head, his face lost in thought, and he was in no mood to watch the military parade in front of him.

"Not like? Can't you see that Xiao Huang has changed since Xiao Concubine died. He is no longer the former Xiao Huang. To be clear, Xiao Huang's heart is also dead when Xiao Concubine dies."

The woman snorted coldly, and her will was a little weak. She put away the camera, waved her hand and said, "Let's go, it's boring to watch any more. Go back to Uncle Ren's place and have some wine. I'm in a bad mood right now."

Looking at the woman's back, the young man followed her as if she had eaten tens of thousands of flies. This woman is no match for drinking, and I don't want to go back with her now, for fear that she will drink me to death.

Squeezing out from the crowd, the young man glared at the woman panting and said, "I won't come out with you again next time."

"Why, you mean to complain about me? Could it be that you want to see others do something to me?"

The woman sneered, shook her hair chicly and left.

The young man looked at this tough woman and followed her with a sigh. He was also unlucky to meet such a woman...

In the afternoon, the two came outside the tavern, and the woman walked in without saying a word, pushed open the dilapidated door, and yelled, "Uncle Ren, good wine and good food...er..."

The woman stopped abruptly before she finished speaking, and looked at Wang Chen lying on the sandalwood bar counter in disbelief.

The young man's eyes were full of complexities. He and the woman walked to the bar, pointed to the scene on the TV and asked Mr. Ren, "Because of this?"

Elder Ren nodded, turned off the TV, looked at the half-drunk and half-awake Wang Chen and said to them: "This kid, I guess he misses my concubine because of today's military parade."

The woman came to Wang Chen's left and sat down, took the white wine handed over by Mr. Ren, she opened the bottle and drank a big gulp, stretched out her foot and kicked Wang Chen, and said in a cold voice: "Don't pretend to be asleep, I don't know how much you drink."

The young man shuddered when he heard this, and walked around behind the bar. He walked up to Elder Ren and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Ren, will something happen if these two drunkards bump into each other?"

"So you have to watch carefully, if they get into bed in a daze, your head will turn green."

Old Ren laughed and teased, walked out of the bar slowly, and walked out of the bar.

The half-drunk and half-awake Wang Chen raised his head to look at the woman, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's you, Xiaoyue, by the way, where is Li Huan?"

"Little Huang, I'm here."

Li Huan casually picked up a bottle of white wine and put it in front of Wang Chen, and looked at him dumbfounded. This guy is clearly a scary drinker, but now he pretends to be stupid.

"Oh, so you are here."

Wang Chen looked at Li Huan with flushed cheeks, with a trace of surprise in his tone, and finally said mockingly: "Unfortunately, the concubine is not here now."

Both Li Huan and Jun Yue fell silent. At first they thought Wang Chen was fake drunk, but now it seems that this guy is really drunk. It wasn't the wine that anesthetized him, but his heart anesthetized itself.

Opening the wine bottle, Wang Chen drank slowly by himself. His originally blurred eyes became more and more blurred, as if there was a layer of mist covering his eyes.

Jun Yue squinted at Wang Chen, also gulped down the wine, and was also very silent.

More than two hours passed like this, there were a bunch of wine bottles beside Wang Chen and Jun Yue, and they seemed to be about to get down soon, but every time at this time, they could still drink another bottle.

Seeing the loose wine rack behind him, Li Huan slammed his hands on the bar, looked at the two of them and shouted heartbrokenly: "What the hell, why don't you vomit blood after drinking so much? Die, Uncle Ren's wine is going to be drunk by you."

"It's okay, let them drink, there are still a lot upstairs anyway."

Uncle Ren, who was outside, glanced into the bar, waved his hand and said to Li Huan, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

If Wang Chen and Jun Yue continue to drink like this, even if their strength is astonishing, they will probably have to go to the hospital...

"Don't drink... hiccup... don't drink."

Jun Yue drank the last bit of white wine in the bottle, hiccupped, looked at Wang Chen with foggy eyes, and said softly: "Xiao Huang, you have changed, you are no longer the same as you when you were a child .”

"Everyone has to change, don't you think?"

Wang Chen shook off the empty wine bottle in his hand, turned his head to look at Jun Yue and whispered, but there was a thick self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

Snapped--

"This is the photo I took today. You can burn it to Xiaofei yourself. I think you need to explain to her."

Jun Yue put the camera in his hand in front of Wang Chen, stood up unsteadily, and walked upstairs with Li Huan's support.

Wang Chen turned over and lay on the bar, put the camera on his chest with both hands, and fell asleep in the next second...

Not long after, Li Huan came down from upstairs. He looked at Wang Chen who was lying on the bar and fell asleep, with a wry smile on his face, he turned his head and shouted towards the outside of the tavern: "Uncle Ren, what should I do?"

"His physique won't catch a cold, so don't worry about him."

Mr. Ren walked in from the outside. He looked at Wang Chen lying on the bar and said to Li Huan. He pondered for a while and continued: "By the way, don't mention Concubine in front of him after he wakes up. Since he chose to put that There is a reason for a memory to be buried deeply."

"oh, I understand now."

Li Huan nodded, sitting in front of a table, looking at Wang Chen lying on the bar with his lips squirming slightly.

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