When Wu Bei returned to the barbecue restaurant again, Guo Dapao and Sao Qiang had already had a good time. Not only did the two bottles of aged wine make, but more than ten beer bottles were piled on the ground.

"Comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms, dear brother, be careful of the cold wind in the middle of the night, take care of yourself all the way..."

Guo Dapao held half of the corn as a microphone, singing loudly, while the strong man patted the edge of the table to make rhythm. The two of them cooperated so well that even the diners next to them were infected by the joy and shouted.

Looking at the two brothers dancing, Wu Bei couldn't help but grin. At this time, he was neither the "ghostly sorrow" in front of Ma Han, nor the "pillar" in the eyes of his brothers, but a simple "little brother".

Fearing that it would disturb their interest, Wu Bei did not return to the table immediately, but stood beside him and watched quietly. He could not help but snorted: "The ambition against the wind and the people's nurturing love..."

After the song was finished, the surroundings were cheering.

"One song, brother!"

"More exciting than the original singer!"

Several diners are obviously also very kind, so they are cheering up and scrambling.

"I won't come, but I won't come. My singing skills are Cheng Yaojin's three-pronged axe. After yelling, I have to snatch it quickly, otherwise I will definitely be embarrassing."

Guo Dapao thanked him with his hands folded. At this time, he was very happy, as if he was going back in time, looking at the sword with a light while drunk, and dreaming of blowing the horns, even the camp was just like this.

"Are you finished doing it? Wu Zi?"

When Guo Dapao saw Wu Bei, he immediately waved his hand and introduced to the others: "This is the real master of military songs. At that time, our association could sing and cry the literary female soldiers."

"Yes, yes, my brother's singing is so lingering. It's been low-key for three days, and it's been more than three weeks. Brother Wu came back from shooting a target, so everyone can see her eyes."

The sexy and powerful man shouted like a supporting actor.

"Give me a song! Come on!"

"It's just brother, don't hide it."

The beautiful men, women, young and old all around them applauded and cheered.

After looking at the pride in Guo Dapao and Scoundrel's eyes, Wu Bei also hoped that the two brothers who had been depressed for a long time would laugh and say more, so he didn't continue to hold them. He cleared his throat and responded: "Then I'll be ugly. I'll give it to all the friends here after returning from a target. I hope everyone will have a smooth life and no obstacles! Boss, just give me a prelude."

"Okay, one, two, three, four, the sunset, the red clouds fly, the soldiers are shooting and returning to the camp, ready to sing!"

Guo Dapao gently tapped his toes and slapped his arms as if instructors were waving their arms seriously.

"The red flowers on my chest reflect the colorful clouds, and the pleasant singing is flying all over the sky!"

Wu Bei took the opportunity to follow, and his thick voice and stylish typhoon instantly made people's hormones multiply.

"mi.mi.sao.mi.dou.ruai, happy singing is flying all over the sky!"

The people around him couldn't help but sing with him. A solo song suddenly turned into a chorus, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly high.

As he sang, Wu Bei hugged Guo Dapao and Scarlet, and his smile bloomed like a flower. Since he was discharged from the army, he has never felt as sincere as he is today.

At least at this moment, there was no annoying Luo Tian, ​​the Dragon Catching Group, and there was no tired like a tiger roar like a dog, nor was there any disturbing love, hate, and love. He was the little Wuzi who was well cared for.

At around two o'clock in the morning, the three brothers who were drinking were walking shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to shoulder with their hands.

Walking in the steel city with neon lights, the three of them sometimes murmurs the embarrassing things of their own in the green camp, and sometimes feel the great changes in the present, but they no longer talk about their longing for the future as they did before.

Perhaps the complexity of food, rice, oil and salt has long swallowed up their fantasies about tomorrow, or they are afraid that too much will only increase their worries, but in short, the three of them kept silent in a tacit understanding.

Everything seems to be the same as in the past, and seems to be completely different.

"Dingling..."

When he was about to turn into the alley where Guo Dapao lived, the ringtone of his cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"My son called me, let's see, I just said that this guy still cares about me. I guess I'm embarrassed in front of my classmates just now."

Guo Dapao glanced at the number and showed off to the two of them like offering treasures. Then he turned around and walked to the corner. While untiing his belt to put water on, he answered the phone: "Why aren't you sleeping yet, my son..."

"Qianzi, the leader is a local from Shangjing, right? I remember he said that there is a courtyard house in the alley. Now, the market in Shangjing is easy to take action, so the living level cannot be changed immediately?"

Wu Bei asked a curious question.

"The house belongs to my sister-in-law's house. The head's father-in-law and mother-in-law are still alive. How dare he take out? And I heard that the head is not very likable at home. If it weren't for his son, he would have been driven out by his father-in-law and mother-in-law long ago."

Sao Qiang lowered his voice and explained.

“No wonder…”

Wu Bei understood this.

"What! You say it again, what's wrong with my son? Taking drugs! It's absolutely impossible. I understand him... He... Comrade, there must be some misunderstandings here. Don't keep him in mind, can I go over immediately!"
Chapter completed!