Qi Beisong said, "Dad?"
Lao Geng asked: "Your friend?"
Cheng nodded: "He's my friend."
Lao Geng roared: "Why did your friend push me?!"
"He is ignorant." Cheng Ji said.
"Ignorant?" Qi Beisong moved his face closer again.
Cheng Ji pushed him and whispered, "Don't bother with a drunk person."
But Lao Geng was drunk and had good hearing. He actually heard it. He raised the sharp broken beer bottle and said, "Are you drunk? Nonsense! I'm not drunk! Son, why are you leaning your elbow outward?!"
Cheng Ji knew that it was useless to say anything now, and it would only make the situation worse. He might as well take action, so he walked towards Lao Geng with a soothing smile.
Old Geng thought his good son wanted a hug, so he quickly opened his arms. However, his eyes blurred and his wrist hurt. He didn't even change his position, and the broken beer bottle had already fallen into the other party's hands.
Cheng Ji threw the beer bottle into the trash can behind the bar, then put his arm around Lao Geng's neck and said, "Dad, he's really my friend, give him some face!"
Although Lao Geng was involved in the incident, he did not see clearly how his godson snatched the knife so smoothly. However, the old man had drunk too much and was numb, so he just followed whatever his godson said.
"Yeah, okay, son!"
But when he looked up and saw Qi Beisong, he got angry again: "Son, what's the look in your friend's eyes? Twenty years ago, I would have stabbed his eyes blind!"
What's that look in Qi Beisong's eyes? Jealousy!
Cheng Ji had never even held his hand, but he was always hugging others or being hugged by others and whispering sweet words to them. Anyone would be jealous.
Cheng Ji turned around and glared at Qi Beisong, who wished he could go back and open a vinegar factory. Not to be outdone, Cheng Ji glared back.
Cheng Ji mouthed: What are you looking at? Can't you see the old man is drunk
Qi Beisong was particularly puzzled by this. According to the information he had obtained, Cheng Ji's father had died more than ten years ago, and he was raised by his mother alone. Looking at Lao Geng's appearance, he did not look like Cheng Ji at all.
"Your last name is Cheng, so why is your father called Geng Chunbiao?"
Old Geng was a little confused at first, but when he heard his own name, he got angry again: "You think you can call me by my name?!"
"Dad, Dad, don't bother with him!" Cheng Ji quickly held his shoulders, half to comfort the drunkard, half to explain to Qi Beisong, "This is my godfather, better than my biological father!"
This sentence was very soothing to Lao Geng, but it had a different meaning to Qi Beisong.
—“Godfather” is not a good word, especially in their circle. If someone recognizes a godfather, it means he is being kept by a rich sponsor, which is almost like selling himself.
Qi Beisong knew that Cheng Ji was not ready to do that, but he still got angry and grabbed his wrist and said, "Let's go!"
Cheng Ji asked, "What for?"
Qi Beisong said: "Go back to Hongcheng!"
Lao Geng rushed over and said, "Don't take my son Za away! My son Za has so many buddies coming and going, but none of them is as bastard as you!!"
"..." Qi Beisong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Brother? Coming and going... so many times?"
Cheng Ji kept winking at Lao Geng, but the four grenades made the old man completely out of control. He pointed at Qi Beisong and shouted, "That's right! My son Zha is like me. We have brothers all over the world. Some of them are close friends! What about the tall guy, the little black guy, the Rui, the Lei, the ancestors... In short, there are many! So don't be crazy, who the hell do you think you are in front of my son Zha?!"
“…” Qi Beisong slowly turned his gaze to Cheng Ji.
Cheng Ji deliberately turned his face away and avoided him, his neck almost cramped.
Qi Beisong held his wrist, raised it higher, and asked, "So you're keeping this secret from me?"
Cheng Ji said: "It's not really a secret..."
Qi Beisong suppressed his anger and said, "When did you start hiding this from me? Was it from the day you ran away? Did Lei Jing and Wang Beifeng let you go?"
Cheng Ji didn't like what he heard: "Qi Beisong, even if you don't trust me, you should at least trust your subordinates. Are they that kind of people?"
Qi Beisong knew that was not the case, so he continued to ask: "When exactly? Why didn't you tell me?"
That’s why I didn’t tell you!
Cheng Ji was annoyed and wanted to leave, but Qi Beisong held him back. With their usual temperaments, they would have started fighting, but they were in a public place and there were people watching, so they restrained themselves.
They restrained themselves, but Geng Chunbiao did not. He rushed towards Qi Beisong and yelled, "I just don't like you. Let my son go!"
He had no idea that if his son really wanted to break free, the man on the other side wouldn't be able to catch him at all. Cheng Ji saw that the situation was not good, so he flipped his wrist and threw Qi Beisong away, and quickly hugged him: "Dad, don't do this!"
Lao Geng was drunk and said, "Ah, you actually helped him and not me?!"
Cheng Ji said: "I didn't help him!"
Qi Beisong shouted: "He is helping me!"
Cheng Ji shouted: "Don't get involved!"
Old Geng said angrily: "Damn it! The son you raised can be thrown out like water!"
Qi Beisong asked: "Why did you raise him? You took advantage of his misfortune and bullied him because there was no one around him, right?"
Cheng Ji roared: "Qi Beisong!!"
Qi Beisong asked: "Has he ever touched you?!"
Lao Geng roared, "This is my son! I can touch it if I want!"
"Dad, stop talking nonsense!" Cheng Ji said, "The 'touch' he mentioned is not the touch you meant!"
"You dare to touch him?" Qi Beisong roared, "Which hand do you touch him with, I'll chop off that hand!"
"You chop it? Do you dare?!" Lao Geng turned around and looked for a knife.
The young bartender rushed to the chopping board and tried his best to hold down Lao Geng's hand to prevent him from drawing his knife. "Uncle Biao! You can't fight in the store, my uncle will scold me to death!"
"Get out of here! You dare to control me when your hair isn't even fully grown yet?!" Lao Geng cursed.
The bartender said: "This is my uncle's shop. I paid for everything in it. We can't destroy it!"
"I'll pay him double or triple for whatever he broke!"
Qi Beisong also rolled up his sleeves and said, "Use a knife, right? I'll accompany you. Who am I afraid of?"
The young bartender was only seventeen years old, how strong could he be? He was knocked over by Lao Geng in an instant!
Cheng Ji flew forward, twisted Lao Geng's arm and pressed him behind his back, snatched the fruit knife and threw it far away, his forehead was brimming with anger, and he gnashed his teeth:
“It’s so annoying!!!!”
Lao Geng stopped moving, Qi Beisong also stopped moving, Cheng Ji let go of Lao Geng angrily: "Why don't you listen to me?!"
"..." Old Geng lowered his head, his body covered with wine, sweat, juice, and dust from somewhere unknown, "Son, I..."
Cheng Ji didn't look at him, but pointed at Qi Beisong and asked, "He got drunk and acted like a fool, and you're also drunk with him?!"
Qi Beisong looked down. He was not sober. Whenever he stood in front of Cheng Ji, he would become confused and could not control himself.
Cheng Ji's every move, every frown and every smile could touch his nerves, and those nerves seemed to have withered in the past twenty years. Because of Cheng Ji, they began to grow wantonly, and then became tangled and messy...
Cheng Ji also rebuked the group of fellow villagers who were watching the fight at the door: "Why didn't you come and stop the fight?"
Those people smiled bitterly and said, "We dare not! If we could stop Chun Biao, would he have injured so many people and gone to jail three times? Even if his parents were alive, they couldn't stop him!"
Cheng Ji snorted coldly and said to the bartender, "Maotou, give them both a glass of honey lemonade, with some mint or some wind oil, to wake them up!"
"Oh!" The bartender hurriedly prepared, looking for honey and cutting lemons.
Cheng Ji pulled Lao Geng over and forced him to sit down at the bar. Lao Geng said aggrievedly: "Son, I don't like him..."
Cheng Ji said: "You've drunk too much."
"No!" Lao Geng was simply arrogant, "I like all your brothers, except him!"
"Tsk!" Qi Beisong rolled his eyes.
Cheng Ji also asked him to sit down, and he sat down slowly, half reluctantly and half compromising, his eyes deliberately looking away.
Seeing that the disturbance had subsided, the people at the door sat down to drink and play cards.
The bartender placed two glasses of honey lemonade in front of Lao Geng and Qi Beisong, and they both picked them up and drank them all.
Qi Beisong originally didn't want to drink what was offered in a strange bar, but he had driven for several hours in a panic, and then he was in a state of confusion looking for Cheng Ji all over Huang Village. In addition, he had a quarrel with Lao Geng, and his throat was already thirsty, so he didn't care about so much.
Cheng Ji said, "Let's go home."
Lao Geng was unwilling and said he wanted to play more.
Cheng Ji knew that with his temper he would not leave unless he was drunk, and it would not be a big deal if he was drunk, but suddenly he realized that something was wrong with him.
"Dad?" He supported Lao Geng.
Lao Geng was full of energy just now, but now he fell asleep on the bar, as if he hadn't slept for dozens of hours.
"… "
Cheng Ji suddenly looked at the bartender!
The bartender was so scared that he took several steps back.
"What did you add to the honey lemon water?" Cheng Ji asked through gritted teeth.
Seeing that the other party was too powerful for him to escape, the bartender pointed at the trash can with trembling hands. There was an old plastic bag there that he had just thrown away. Inside was the "good stuff" given to him by his friend, some controlled narcotic drugs.
"Are you crazy?!" Cheng Ji shouted in a low voice.
The young bartender said, "Yes... you were the one who said to add a little less and then go to sleep! I'm not crazy, it was Uncle Biao who got too drunk and broke things. I... my uncle is really going to scold me!"
"How much did you add?" Cheng Ji asked.
"A... a little bit, half a bottle." The bartender timidly gestured with his thumb and index finger.
"Give him the credit too?" Cheng Ji pointed at Qi Beisong.
"Uh-huh."
"What did you add for me?" Qi Beisong asked.
Cheng Ji didn't answer, staring at the bartender: "Then why isn't he sleeping?"
The bartender mumbled, "I don't know... maybe this handsome guy is younger? Chunhong, you understand this, but I don't!"
Cheng Ji slapped him in the face!
The bartender was beaten so hard that he fell to the ground, covering his face and not daring to breathe.
"There won't be a next time." Cheng Ji looked down at him with a sullen face and said, "Did you hear that, Maotou?"
The young bartender nodded hurriedly: "I heard it, I heard it, I promise I won't do it again! Chunhong, don't tell my uncle! I'm doing this for Uncle Biao's own good. He's old and he really can't cause any more trouble!"
"It's his fault for provoking trouble." Cheng Ji said grimly, "You have your fault."
He didn't even look at the bartender again and said to Qi Beisong, "Don't make a sound. Help me get my godfather back."
Qi Beisong was a very smart man. He had already heard that Lao Geng had been drugged, so he didn't care about it anymore. He glared at the bartender fiercely, and he and Cheng Ji carried Lao Geng on both sides and walked out of the bar.
When passing by the group of spectators, everyone laughed and said that he was jumping up and down just now, but in the blink of an eye he rolled under the table. A drunkard is a drunkard and there is no hope for him!
After the two walked a few dozen meters, Qi Beisong said, "That little bastard is not a good guy. Don't associate with him in the future!"
"Of course, this damn place!" Cheng Ji said with difficulty, "I can't stop Lao Geng from coming. Anyway, I will never step into that threshold again in my life!"
Lao Geng was not completely unconscious yet. When he was pulled outside and exposed to the cold wind, he actually woke up. Although his eyes were closed, he was able to put his arms on the shoulders of two people and walk with his left foot staggering with his right foot, mumbling drunken words.
Cheng Ji felt relieved when he saw that the anesthetic was under control, and asked Qi Beisong, "Why don't you sleep?"
Qi Beisong was also puzzled. Not only did he not want to sleep, he was even a little excited.
"Did that little bastard give me another drug?" he asked.
Cheng Ji didn’t know, and even the little bastard himself didn’t know, but in any case, Qi Beisong seemed to be fine for the moment.
After walking a few dozen meters and turning a corner, Lao Geng fell into a deep sleep. He didn't say a word or move his feet, but his snoring was deafening.
Old Geng was quite big and weighed about 160-170 kilograms. It was difficult for the two of them to drag him forward, so Cheng Ji asked, "Can you carry someone?"
"How do you carry it?"
"Like this..." Cheng Ji crawled under Lao Geng to demonstrate.
That is a common method used by special forces to carry a wounded person alone. To put it simply, the center of gravity is forward, and the person lies horizontally on the shoulder, with the head and limbs hanging on the chest of the person below. It must be uncomfortable to have the whole weight of the wounded person on one person's shoulders, but it is faster to move.
Cheng Ji originally wanted to lift Lao Geng up in one go, but he was pushed down before he could even straighten his back. Whether in his previous life or this life, strength has always been his weakness.
Qi Beisong could carry the child, but he didn't know how to do it. He was willing to carry Old Geng regardless of past grudges, but the old man really knew how to enjoy himself. He kept sliding down on his back and didn't feel comfortable until he lay flat.
The two of them had no choice but to resort to the most stupid method - lifting it.
Fortunately, the noodle shop and the bar are not far away, separated only by a small street and a small stone arch bridge, otherwise I would have been so tired that my waist and legs would have broken!
They arrived at the door of the noodle shop panting, and carried Lao Geng, who was sleeping like a dead pig, to the big bed at the door. Cheng Ji's whole arm was shaking when he touched the door key.
After entering the room and turning on the lights, they realized it was impossible and undesirable to bring the drunk upstairs, so they put together a few dining tables to make a temporary bed for Lao Geng and brought a quilt from the upstairs room to cover him.
After finishing all this, Cheng Ji sat down to rest, sweating profusely, secretly cursing the bartender for being ignorant and causing trouble.
Suddenly he noticed that Qi Beisong's face was abnormally red, and he immediately became alert: "What's wrong with you?"
Qi Beisong also sat down, rubbed his cheeks and said: "I'm hot..."
"hot?"
"..." Qi Beisong turned his eyes to him, his voice hoarse, "...Have you ever been drugged?"