[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

It was already noon when they came out, and they sat in restaurants and teahouses for a while, but they were still hungry. Qin Ge and Han Pu were not the ones who wronged him, so they turned around and went into the nearest restaurant instead of getting in the car.

After ordering food, he sat by the window and chatted without saying a word while watching the street scene. Han Pu looked at the crowd passing by outside, and then looked back at Qin Ge who was lazily leaning on the chair, and suddenly said, "Qin Ge."

Qin Ge's eyes drifted over: "What?"

"I want to thank you."

Qin Ge was stunned: "Huh?" The sudden seriousness of this person really made him a little uncomfortable.

Han Pu stretched himself comfortably, and said, "Qin Ge, do you know? Ever since my master died, I have lived like a dog with its tail on fire, a wild dog that is about to go crazy... until Now, I feel that I have come back to life. I am in the mood to look at the scenery, I have time to look at the sun, and even think about the general trend of the world when I am idle... Eight years! Eight years! You can’t even imagine What kind of life have I lived in the past eight years?"

He shook his head and said, "If that old guy is still around, I will definitely point at his nose and yell at him, why do you decide my life? Why do you let me go all out and die for these inexplicable reasons? When I was aroused, I might do it again, beat him to the ground and couldn't get up... But when he died, he just kicked his legs and closed his eyes, and he went away. Tell me, who am I to reason with? ?”

Han Pu's eyes were a little red, and he said: "Actually, I also know that my so-called fulfillment of my wish is nothing more than opportunism, but I really don't want to go on...Qin Ge, thank you for giving me a reason to finally give myself away. Get out."

He raised his tea bowl and said, "Respect."

Qin Ge touched him, took a sip and put it down, said lightly: "I sympathize with you, but no matter what, don't let me foolishly drink a big bowl of ercha like wine."

Han Pu choked, rolled his eyes, and said, "I'm just bothering you aristocratic families with a bunch of stinky problems!"

The inexplicable sadness in my heart followed the laughter and scolding without a trace, got up and said: "Why are you still not serving the food? I will go to the kitchen to remind me, and I will also order some dishes for Yu Sheng to take home-by the way, do you know that he what do you like eating?"

Qin Ge said without hesitation: "I like meat with a little bit of oil and salt and some chewiness, but I don't like leeks and garlic. Well, this is not necessarily the case, and it may be because these two things have a strong smell that I avoid... You have to give him If you bring vegetables, just order these.”

Qin Ge recited two dishes of meat, one dish of fish, two dishes of vegetables, and one clear soup, and said: "For fish, you should explain it to the kitchen clearly, and find a bigger one. It will not be used in other places, only use fish belly. The garlic tastes good, you have to pick it out after it's done...huh? What are you staring at me for?"

Han Pu's eyeballs were about to bulge out, and he said, "Didn't you just know him an hour earlier than me? How do you know so much?" He just asked casually, and never thought he would get an answer. Who knows Qin Ge It's really like that.

Qin Ge took it for granted: "Look with your eyes, could he tell me?"

Han Pu counted on his fingers: "You just ate one more breakfast than me and him! And that kid is so shy, he only eats the few dishes in front of him, and one, two, three, four, one in order. Chopsticks—we only had two meals together, how on earth did you find out what he likes to eat?"

Qin Ge glanced at him and sighed: "First, he only eats the food in front of him, not because he is shy, but because he doesn't want to fully straighten his arms, because it will slow down his reaction. Second, although he eats the food in order Eat vegetables, but even if it is the same meat, the taste is different in different parts, whether it sticks to soup or not... Would you like me to tell you one by one?"

"Okay," Han Pu gave up: "I don't care about anything else, but I remember that he only ate a piece of fish and never touched it, and he didn't even taste the soup. You must order these two. Didn't you deliberately make things difficult for him?"

Qin Ge explained in a good-tempered manner: "He only ate one piece of fish, not because he didn't like it, but because he couldn't handle the fishbone. Later, when it was his turn to eat fish, his hand would pause for a while, and then he would move over to it. A plate, which shows that he still likes it. Also, he doesn’t drink soup, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he has never had soup before, so I asked you to take it back for him to taste.”

"How do you know..." Han Pu waved his hand discouragedly, and said, "Forget it, I won't ask, I said whether you are tired all day, you think so much after eating."

Qin Ge was surprised and said: "Do you need to think about things that you know at a glance?"

"I..." Han Pu opened and closed his mouth, and finally said weakly, "...I'm going to order."

Qin Ge said: "At this moment, dinner is already served in the mansion, Yu Sheng thinks he has already eaten, if you really want to invite him, why don't you let them cook and send it over at night."

Hearing this, Han Pu suddenly cheered up, and said with a smile, "I bet he hasn't eaten yet!"

Qin Ge didn't take it seriously, and said: "For a person like Yu Sheng, when there are no accidents, life should be very regular..."

Han Pu interrupted: "You don't understand now. In this world, some people eat alone for many years, but after he tastes the taste of eating at a table with others, he subconsciously doesn't want to eat alone anymore. ...He must be waiting now, if you don't believe me, let's bet?"

Qin Ge glanced at him: "What bet?"

Han Pu clapped his hands imposingly, and said, "If anyone loses, how about cooking a table for the other party?"

Qin Ge said slowly: "You cook better than the cook?"

"How is that possible, but..."

Qin Ge interrupted: "Then why should I bet with you?"

Han Pu choked, and said after a while: "Qin Ge."

"Ok?"

Han Pu rolled his eyes and said, "Has anyone ever said that you are really boring sometimes?"

Qin Ge laughed loudly, and said: "This sentence is right... As a person, what I dislike the most is making others find me interesting."

He said again: "Since you said that you have not eaten for the rest of your life, shall we take it back and eat with him?"

……

On the second day, many people in Qindu were awakened by a strong and intoxicating smell of wine.Qin people think that the best spirits are, but they have never even heard of them. There is such a beautiful thing in this world that makes people want to be drunk for three days just by smelling it.

Outside the Proton Mansion, there were crowds of people attracted by the smell of wine. In the Proton Mansion, Qin Ge held a sword in one hand and a pot in the other, raised his head to catch a line of wine from the spout, and sighed in satisfaction: "This is wine! , it’s a pity that although it’s strong, it’s far from mellow, and it’s better to brew it yourself in the future.”

He has no doubt that he can brew unprecedented fine wine in this world, wine and sword, these two things seem to be the instinct hidden deep in his soul, but obviously the skill of wine is easier to unseal.

The wine was half smoked, Qin Ge jumped up, the long sword swept across, in the haze of drunkenness, a sense of familiarity spontaneously emerged, Qin Ge laughed, raised his head and swept away the fine wine in the jug, threw the jug casually, and then the cold light flashed rise……

After a while, Han Pu, who wandered back from nowhere, his eyes lit up, and said, "Good swordsmanship! Come on, I'll accompany you to do a few tricks!"

The next moment it turned into shock and anger: "Hey! Are you serious?"

Immediately afterwards, a series of exclamations and screams resounded in the small courtyard.

"Stop, stop, stop! It's going to kill someone!"

"Admit defeat! I admit defeat! Stop fighting!"

"Qinge! Qinge! I am Han Pu! Look clearly, I am Han Pu, Han Pu! Stop hitting! I really can't fight anymore! Damn, you still fight!"

"Yu Sheng! Yu Sheng! Where did you die! Hurry up and save me!"

"..."

……

Ten days later, the gate of the small courtyard was closed. Han Pu and Yu Sheng, who were still bruised and swollen, sat side by side on the beam, watching the piano song practicing swords in the courtyard of the small courtyard, and sighed.

"Tell me, the same wine, why do some people drink it like a fairy medicine, and some people drink it but can only pour themselves into a puddle of mud?"

Yu Sheng handed him the wine gourd and said, "You try again?"

Han Pu took the gourd, hesitated to open it, hesitated again and closed it again, sighing: "I'd better try it quietly when I'm alone!"

He was very afraid that he would be like a few days ago, fluttering and fuzzy, suddenly feeling a kind of invincible loneliness in the sky, so he drew his sword and pointed at the half-drunk and half-awake Qin Ge: "Qin Ge, come to fight!"

For the next two days, he couldn't recognize himself in the mirror.

He said again: "It's really boring. When he was drunk, he beat me down with a few tricks. When he was sober, I beat him down with a few tricks. I can't do it if I want to live well. For the rest of my life, it's just the two of us." let's hit?"

Yu Sheng shook his head and said, "My martial arts are only suitable for killing, not for fighting."

Han Pu turned his head and stared at Yu Sheng—he is the assassin, well, this sentence should be his line!Do you know how to grab words?

Yu Sheng was inexplicably stared at by him: "What?"

Han Pu turned his head silently and asked, "Have you had any soup?"

Yu Sheng said: "Drink it."

Han Pu was in a good mood, the corner of his mouth curled up, he broke off a small piece of tile and threw it on the tree next to Qin Ge, and was about to speak when Yu Sheng said: "You brought it back a few days ago, and there are... very small Time—should have been drunk, right?"

The smile on Han Pu's face froze immediately, Qin Ge retracted his sword and turned around, asking, "What's the matter?"

Han Pu raised his hands and smiled innocently: "Hand slippery...you go on, go on..."

Qin Ge took a look and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the tile you broke was right at the head of your bed, and it's been raining continuously these days..."

"Hey!" Han Pu said angrily, "It's interesting to bully me, isn't it?"

Qin Ge laughed and said: "Well, actually, the small piece you broke off is nothing important, even if it rains, it won't leak."

Han Pu said angrily, "Go practice your sword!"

Still angry, he turned his head to Yu Sheng, and asked viciously, "Why don't you drink the soup?"

"Because... it's inconvenient."

Thinking of Yu Sheng's identity, Han Pu suddenly understood that when he himself needed to lurking for an assassination, he never dared to touch these soups. After thinking about it, he still didn't feel angry. He snorted coldly and said, "I've decided. Live like you!"

Yu Sheng was at a loss: "What?" How did he live?

Han Pu said bitterly: "Only bring a knife, not a brain!"

Yu Sheng was speechless.

Han Pu, who claims to be brainless, suddenly had his eyes lit up. He stood up on the roof, saw clearly the group of people who were entering the gate, chuckled, threw the wine gourd at his feet to Qin Ge, raised his eyebrows and said: "Come on?"