When they first met, Cheng Ruming put out the cigar in his hand and looked at the person in front of him through the card table and the curling smoke.
Being stared at, the man in a moon-white robe remained calm as he pushed down a row of delicate bone chips, very calmly.
"You win money again." Everyone cheered.
"When I was young, I had a lot of wild and wild things, which made Mr. Cheng laugh."
Song Shi'an didn't care how the people around him were shouting, and stared straight at him with a pair of clear black and white pupils.
Cheng Ruming thought that his incompetent brother might lose all his underwear if he hangs out with the man in front of him.
Later, Cheng Ruming was worried and went to Song Shi'an's medical clinic.
"Do you have any medicine here to soothe the nerves and clear the mind?"
Song Shi'an lit benzoin and handed over a glass of wine.
"Foreign? You're quite trendy."
"It's just to pass the time. The wind is tight and there are many fewer patients."
The red wine in the tall glass was swaying lightly, and the corners of Song Shi'an's eyes seemed to be dyed a thin layer of red: "This prescription for treating troubles is very good, but it is missing one ingredient."
At this moment, Cheng Ruming had to admit that not only Cheng Ruxin but also himself would have to pay for it.
"Shi'an, if you lie to me, can you lie to me for the rest of your life?"
The background of this article is the fictional Republic of China, please do not take it seriously.
Screenshot of the copy on October 7, 2024.
Intention: sincere and false