Feng Kezhi drank a lot of wine.
In his life, he had never drank so much wine, and he had never felt so drunk as he did tonight.
He called Meng Lanting and told her that he was drinking at the Military Police Headquarters.
If he got drunk, he would sleep there and not come back.
He asked her not to wait for him and go to bed early, and then hung up the phone.
He and the gendarmerie group drank until nearly midnight.
He didn't know why he couldn't get drunk because he had such a good drinking capacity.
He watched the drunken Yang Wenchang and Zhang Kuifa slip under the table one after another, and Ma Liu and the military policemen also began to stagger around.
Some were lying on the table, some were leaning against the wall, and some were simply lying on the floor and falling asleep.
With his eyes red, he sat alone at the table and continued to pour himself a glass of wine, one glass at a time, until he finished the last glass of wine and stood up.
His body swayed for a moment, then he stood still, turned around, took a step, stepped over a drunken gendarme lying on the threshold, and walked out.
The searchlight on the top of the headquarters tower emits a snow-white beam of light, constantly passing over the dark ground, illuminating everything so brightly that the darkness seems to have no place to hide.
He crossed the compound, got into his car, started it, the guard opened the gate, and he drove out.
It was a clear night, with dark clouds sometimes covering the moon and sometimes drifting away.
The wind was blowing loudly.
The fields on both sides of the driveway were dark and not a single person could be seen.
An extremely ordinary summer night, no different from any other day.
As the car was about to leave Longhua on the country road heading to the city, the tires suddenly jumped in a pit in the ground.
There was a "crunch".
Feng Kezhi stepped on the brakes, ran out of the car, and vomited into the wilderness.
He vomited all the wine he drank that night that was still in his stomach and began to vomit the bitter water again.
I finally vomited everything in my stomach and there was nothing left to throw up.
He looked at his watch and saw it was early morning.
In that house, there was a girl who had just been married to him for only half a month.
He pulled off his collar, stood on the side of the road, closed his eyes and blew in the wind for a moment, then returned to the car and continued to drive forward.
At one o'clock in the morning, he finally returned.
He stopped the car, looked at the night-filled house at the end of the driveway, sat there for a long time, started the car again, turned around and left.
The streets are empty.
Under the dim yellow street light, there was a rickshaw puller who was pulling the late-night rickshaw, his hat pressed on his face, and he was taking a nap.
Hearing the sound of a car approaching, he lazily lifted the brim of his hat, glanced at it, put it back down, and continued to take a nap.
Feng Kezhi wandered aimlessly through the criss-crossing streets of Shanghai, and finally reached the intersection leading to the Zhabei garrison barracks.
He stopped and looked at the dark night sky far ahead for a long time before turning around again.
The energy from the wine he drank began to surge in his chest.
Feng Kezhi felt a splitting headache, and his vision seemed to become blurred.
Passing the entrance of the nearby Jinjiang Hotel, he parked his car, walked in with empty steps, took the key from the front desk who nodded and bowed, and went up.
After the receptionist watched his figure disappear, he hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Feng Kezhi entered the room and didn't even close the door.
He lay down and closed his eyes.
He seemed to have fallen asleep, but he seemed to be still awake, but he was floating in the air.
While half asleep and half awake, he gradually began to dream.
He dreamed of a seventeen-year-old boy, traveling across the ocean, sweating under the scorching sun on the west coast of the Hudson, and enduring inhuman torture and humiliation from an instructor who was so strict that he was almost perverted.
Everything is just to live up to the beating heart fed by warm blood in his chest.
He dreamed again that he was standing in a rainy alley paved with bluestones.
A girl held an umbrella and gradually left him.
The heavy rain poured down, dampening his heart, but his steps seemed to be frozen on the ground.
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No matter how hard he tried, he could not get closer to her.
In his sleep, Feng Kezhi's eyebrows wrinkled uneasily.
Suddenly, it seemed as if a pair of smooth hands, with the coolness of rain, gently touched his face.
"Lanting" Feng Kezhi opened his eyes suddenly.
Next to the bed where he was lying on his back, there was a woman.
She had curly hair hanging down, and her slim body was wrapped loosely in a soft silk lace nightgown.
Her waist was only loosely tied with a belt.
The length of the nightgown only reached her knees, exposing two parts of her body.
Her fair and smooth calves look as if they just got out of bed, and are as beautiful as peach blossoms.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning towards him, reaching out to his hand and holding a soaked white foreign towel.
She was wiping the sweat from his face and neck, her movements extremely gentle.
Seeing him suddenly opening his eyes, a smile appeared on her lips, and she whispered: "Little Master Jiu, you are thirsty when you wake up.
I just prepared honey water for you.
Take a sip when you sober up.
You will feel better.
I know.
You don’t like sweets, so just add a little.”
She has a pretty face and a sweet voice, and is the dream girl of many men.
Seeing Feng Kezhi looking at her with no reaction, she put down the foreign towel, stood up, brought the honey water over, stared at him, and put her hands in front of him.
In the dim wall light, the two stretched arms exposed outside the sleeves seemed to be coated with a layer of bright white light under the light.
Feng Kezhi didn't answer, and slowly sat up from the bed, looked around, got out of bed, and walked toward the door.
After walking a few steps, he stumbled.
The woman hurriedly put down the water, chased after him, and supported him.
"Little Master Jiu, you're still drunk, where are you going?"
Feng Kezhi stopped and turned his head, not looking at her with his bloodshot eyes.
His eyes fell on her hands holding her arms.
The woman slowly let go and retracted her hand.
"Zhong Xiaoqing, how did you know I'm here?"
Feng Kezhi finally spoke, his voice a little dry and hoarse, but his tone did not distinguish between joy and anger.
Miss Zhong whispered: "Isn't it the place where I used to sing?
Xiao Jiuye, you booked a long-term room here for me, and you haven't canceled it yet.
Sometimes I will come over to live.
I will stay here tonight. of" Feng Kezhi's head seemed to be in severe pain.
He raised his hand to rub his forehead, closed his eyes, and then opened them.
"Have you received the check I asked someone to send to you?"
Zhong Xiaoqing nodded.
He turned around hurriedly, took an envelope from the bag placed aside, and handed it over.
"Little Master Jiu, I don't want your money anymore."
She bit her lip.
"I like you.
I fell in love with you when I first saw you.
Don't worry, I won't appear in front of your wife.
I just ask that in the future, Xiaojiu, you can still remember me, and occasionally Come and see me.
No matter what I do for you, I am willing to do it.”
She stared up at him, her eye circles slowly turning red, and she was about to cry.
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"Put the money away, for the last time."
Feng Kezhi only said one sentence, turned around, and continued walking out.
Zhong Xiaoqing stared at his back blankly, with tears streaming down her face.
She chased him up a few steps and choked up: "Xiao Jiuye, I've known you for so long, haven't you ever liked me at all?"
Feng Kezhi had already reached the door, stopped and turned around.
"Zhong Xiaoqing, I, Feng Kezhi, will marry the woman you like, do you understand?"
He paused.
"Move out tomorrow.
The private rooms here are cancelled."
He held the door and walked out.
It's past three in the morning.
Meng Lanting couldn't sleep.
Feng Kezhi hasn't replied to this point yet, so he probably got drunk with the military police and slept there, as he said in the phone call in the middle of the night.
She wanted to call her more than once to confirm, so that she could be reassured, but when she thought about how little he had contacted her in the past few days, she didn't dare, for fear that chasing after her phone calls would annoy him.
She tossed and turned on the bed, hoping for daylight to come soon.
But the night was so long, every minute was like torture.
She felt sweaty and extremely hot.
She got up and wanted to pour a glass of water, but found that the water was gone.
She picked up the cup, left the room, went downstairs, poured water from the kitchen, and was about to go up when she turned her head inadvertently.
Through the ray of light from the garden night light that penetrated the window, she saw a shadow in the living room.
There seemed to be a person lying on the sofa.
The shadow was dark and motionless.
She was startled at first, but after taking a closer look, she quickly recognized that the man was Feng Kezhi.
She was extremely surprised and walked over quickly.
Feng Kezhi lay back on the sofa, as if he had fallen asleep.
Getting closer, Meng Lanting could smell the strong smell of alcohol in his breath.
Apparently, he was drunk.
Meng Lanting hurriedly put down the water glass, leaned down, patted his face gently, and called him in a low voice.
Feng Kezhi moved and seemed to wake up.
"Lanting I'm thirsty" Meng Lanting heard him grunt lowly, his voice hoarse.
He hurriedly helped him up, brought the glass of warm water that he had poured over just now, and brought it to his mouth.
He was probably really thirsty.
Gudong, gudong, and drank all the water in the cup in a few big gulps.
"I want to drink more" "immediately."
Meng Lanting took the cup back, returned to the kitchen, poured another full cup, and brought it to his mouth again.
He drank it again and let out a long breath.
Meng Lanting felt distressed and a little angry at the same time.
He touched his sweaty forehead and complained in a low voice: "You are so drunk.
Why did you come back?
You didn't go up and fell asleep here."
"It's only a few hours until dawn, and I don't want to wake you."
He closed his eyes and said dully.
Meng Lanting paused.
"Let's go back to the room, take a shower and have a good sleep."
She said softly.
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He doesn't move.
When she was about to reach out to help him up, a pair of arms stretched out and wrapped around her waist.
She fell down and was crushed between him and the sofa.
His breath was full of the smell of wine, and he was making out with her haphazardly, without any rules, and the force became stronger and stronger, and it even seemed to be a little cruel.
The bite hurt when he buried his face in her chest.
She hugged his head and made a low, uncomfortable sound: "It hurts."
He stopped and buried his face, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
Meng Lanting knew that he was drunk.
After calming down, he was about to persuade him to go back to his room when he heard a hoarse voice coming from his ear.
"Lanting, I want you to swear that you will love me and follow me forever."
Meng Lanting's heart was pounding, and before he could reply to his drunken talk, suddenly, a dull crashing sound came from the northeast direction outside the window, at an unknown specific location in the distance.
It was like something exploded.
It should be an extremely long distance.
But that sound still reached the house in this silent night.
Feng Kezhi paused for a moment, then suddenly let go of Meng Lanting, rolled over from her, and ran to the window.
Meng Lanting calmed down, got up, and followed.
He was shocked by what he saw.
In the dark night sky in the direction of Zhabei, fireworks suddenly bloomed, and lines of fire were drawn in the sky, finally falling into the darkness of the horizon.
The distance was too far to see the light of the fire after landing.
But the dull sound of explosions began to come continuously.
Feng Kezhi's expression immediately became solemn, he quickly turned around, turned on the light in the living room, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
Not connected.
He changed his number again.
When I switched to the third number, I finally got through.
The person on the other end seemed to be shouting something.
He hung up the phone with a bang, his expression extremely ugly.
"What happened?"
Meng Lanting asked him as he felt an ominous feeling in his heart.
"The Japanese Marines raided Zhabei.
I'll go take a look."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out quickly.
Meng Lanting stood there, looking at his running back, stunned.
Feng Kezhi ran to the door of the living room, suddenly stopped abruptly, turned to look at her, walked back quickly, held her arm, and softened his tone.
"Lanting, don't be afraid.
It's safe here.
But you have to stay at home and don't go anywhere without me.
I will send someone back to protect you."
Lao Yan, Feng Ma and others were also awakened from their sleep by the strange noise coming from far away, and ran out sleepily.
"You stay with the young lady" Feng Kezhi shouted at Lao Yan and Feng's mother, turned around and left the living room.
Meng Lanting chased him into the courtyard and saw the car driving out of the gate and disappearing in the blink of an eye. gd1806102: