Seeing that it was another jar of wine, the old helmsman became a little drunk.

"Brother, I won't hide it, I'm... I haven't drunk this for many years! I don't dare to drink it... Because I'll say the wrong thing when I'm drunk! At that time, it will bring me a catastrophe..."

Feng Chenglin's eyes turned sharply, and he laughed and leaned over to him: "It's a disaster, we can rebirth the phoenix... Let's do it again! Come, "For our rebirth the phoenix... Let's do it again..."

He slapped the mud seal that opened the wine jar, and he pushed it to the old helmsman without hesitation.

The old helmsman was not polite, and turned around the wine jar and poured most of it in one breath before he looked at the burp comfortably.

The strong smell of wine was filled with it, and Feng Chenglin was so disgusting that he rubbed to the side quietly: "Brother, we... we met too late, don't you object!? Just for this fate, we have to come and continue drinking..."

He grabbed his wine cup and pretended to touch the old helmsman's wine jar.

Just as I was about to raise my head and drink it, I suddenly realized that the other party was staring at me.

At that moment, he realized something was wrong, so he quickly turned the wine cup over and adjusted it to look at it a few times, with a look of confusion and confusion.

"Hey, where is my wine... where has the wine gone..."

His eyes froze, and he saw the old helmsman's wine jar and immediately laughed.

"I'm naughty, aren't I? I actually slipped away by myself..."

After his fingers were cramped, he grabbed the wine jar several times before he grabbed the wine jar, poured himself a glass, and delivered it to the old helmsman with a very ritual feeling.

"Come on, brother, let us have this glass of fate wine! Yes, fate..."

He laughed, and he was waiting stubbornly for the old helmsman's cheers.

"Fate...Fate!!" The old helmsman sighed lightly, and finally touched the wine jar in his hand, and killed all the wine.

"I haven't heard of fate for a long time..."

The old helmsman who put down the wine jar was a little helpless and depressed.

He hurried at the corner of the ship's side and looked at the sky in the distance.

This literary and decadent youth looks a little sore in Feng Chenglin's teeth—

This sad and sad image of autumn is nothing wrong with young boys who are hurt by love.

However, a sloppy and ungrateful old man with such a pretentious tone and look is inconsistent!!

"That... brother, have you been dumped by someone else's old... sister, so why are you so injured?"

Feng Chenglin himself felt that he was pretentious.

"What's the matter? I'm... it's the fate that has been dispersed!" The old helmsman bluntly rejected his embarrassing situation.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Isn’t this fate the same as being dumped?

But now, he has something to ask for.

People say that fate has dispersed, so let’s disperse!

"Well, brother, I think... this woman is like a clothes, she will be thrown away. Anyway, we have more clothes, so I'll just wear something in the future..."

Before Feng Chenglin's words were finished, he saw that the old helmsman looked at him with bad eyes.

"At first glance, you are just someone you have never met a true love..."

Feng Chenglin Khan: “…”

They are cooperating with you!

However, the old helmsman didn't like to argue with him any more, but just sighed again: "This beloved person is not a clothes, it is the flesh in your heart... When the person leaves, your heart will be hurt..."
Chapter completed!