Faced with the heavy waves

Hot blood is like the red sunlight

Brain is like iron and bones are like fine steel

A thousand-foot-headed vision

I work hard to be a good man

Be a good man and be self-reliant every day

Hot-blooded man is brighter than the sun

Let the sea and the sky gather energy for me

Go to create the world and make my ideal

Look at the blue waves

Look at the vast sky and the grand spirit

I'm a man, I'm going to be self-reliant

Stand strongly and be a pillar of the world

Use my hundred points of heat to shine out a thousand points

Be a good man

Hot blood and intestinal heat

Lighter than the sun

Let the sea and the sky gather energy for me

Go to create the world and make my ideal

Look at the blue waves

Look at the vast sky and the grand spirit

I'm a man, I'm going to be self-reliant

Stand strongly and be a pillar of the world

Use my hundred points of heat to shine out a thousand points

Be a good man

Hot blood and intestinal heat

Lighter than the sun

Be a good man

Hot blood and intestinal heat

Lighter than the sun

Drunk is singing, life is like. The stimulation of alcohol makes Wu Ming become more and more excited. He dances with his hands and feet. He beats the table, knocks on the plate, and indulges in all his emotions, past, present, and later generations, passion flows in his blood.

A group of members of the Rangers who were half drunk were thundering their necks and howled, and then... Wu Ming was confused and saw Tan Zheng crying bitterly with his arms around Xiao Minghua, holding something that looked like a chicken leg in his hand and was solemnly inserted into Xiao Minghua's belt; Fu Lijun sat there holding a smelly shoe in his hand and was giggling, and... Anyway, he knew nothing about it, as if he was "suspended to defend the air."

The sky was bright and the air became cooler. Wu Ming stood in the white clouds, and white clouds slowly floated over him and then floated over. A huge palace appeared in front of him. Are the Heavenly Palace? Those young women in colorful dresses are fairies, aren’t they? Unfortunately, their faces were covered with white veils, only twinkling starry eyes, filled with indescribable emotions. A woman showed her face and walked up to him, nodded and smiled. She also handed him a pot of nectar. Oh my God, it’s Duoluoxi!

"I am the fairy in the Heavenly Palace, the seventh place, and people call me the seventh fairy." Dorothy said slowly with a sweet smile, and many fairies surrounded him.

Wait, this is not right. You are an American, how could you become the Seven Fairies? Wu Ming grabbed Duoluxi and was anxious to tell her about this, but his throat was so dry that he poured the nectar and jade liquid in his hand into the spout. The fragrance was warm, but the spout seemed to be a little smaller. He sucked hard and sucked...

Suddenly, a huge roar came from the sky. Yuncai was frightened and ran away. Duoloxi and the fairies disappeared in an instant. Wu Ming heard a faint sigh. The nectar and jade liquid also left his mouth.

"Wake up, wake up!" Zhao Xiaomei blushed and pushed Wu Ming hard, and kept wiping Wu Ming's face with a wet towel.

Wu Ming opened his eyes drowsyly and looked at Zhao Xiaomei half-infatuatedly, "I saw the fairies in the sky, there are many of them..."

"Go to his fairy!" Zhao Xiaomei was a little angry, "The Japanese plane is here, go to the basement to hide, listen to the air raid alarm outside."

"No, I won't go to the cave with you, I'm not a mouse." Wu Ming shook his head.

"It's not a cave, it's a basement." Zhao Xiaomei pulled Wu Ming hard and poured a pot of water on Wu Ming's head, "What's wrong with you? Are you still thinking about the fairy in the sky?"

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Many people have gathered in the basement. Wu Ming, who has drunk a stomach full of cold water, has already woken up a lot, lowering his head and his wet hair is still ticking with water droplets.

"The nectar is really delicious, but it's a little less." Wu Ming smiled and squinted his eyes. "The fragrance is warm and sweet, and it's a little sweet, it's really like a kiss of first love."

When Zhao Xiaomei, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but hang her head to her chest and her cheeks were burning red. Fortunately, there was insufficient light here and others shouldn't see it.

"What a damn little Japanese, why are you trying to get poor?" Tan Zheng shook his head and stood up. "With their broken plane, they dare to come here to seek death."

"Maybe I want to take revenge?" Xiao Minghua said: "I don't know who did it. I put a chicken leg on my waist. I slept until midnight, so I was really hungry."

"Don't mention it." Fu Lijun smiled bitterly, "I slept all night with a shoe in my arms, and I don't know who it belongs."

"From now on, this wine can't be drunk like this." Wu Ming patted his head, "We've been drinking so hard. We've all drunk like dead pigs, and no one is on guard."

"Who said there was no?" Liu Hemei, the opposite side, interjected, "We female soldiers are so guilty, we are still on guard and have to take care of you drunks."

"Thank you for your hard work in female compatriots." Wu Ming tilted his head and leaned close to Zhao Xiaomei, patted her shoulder with a smile, and suddenly sniffled suspiciously, looking at Zhao Xiaomei thoughtfully.

Zhao Xiaomei was so uncomfortable that she licked her lips, "I, I'll go and see if the Japanese plane has left. The air in this basement smells bad."

Wu Ming looked at Zhao Xiaomei's hurried back, touched his chin, and fell into thinking about the nectar in his dream. After a while, he sighed indifferently and closed his eyes gently.

It was rare to clear up, and Wu Ming, the children of overseas Chinese, should go on their own. Everything they said was redundant at this moment, only the eyes full of blessings, reluctance, and expectant eyes were communicating with each other. With a strong hug, there was no distinction between men and women, nor shyness, and the feelings were so sincere and heavy.

Zhao Xiaomei boarded the plane and looked back at Wu Ming deeply, as if he wanted to imprint his face and figure into his eyes forever. He smiled sadly, at least he gave Wu Ming this feeling.

He was self-indulgent and self-indulgent. Wu Ming secretly cursed himself in his heart, why do he always think about impossible things? Haven’t he deliberately avoided her these days, and why is he still feeling uneasy by her smile at the moment?

"Boss, it's time for us to board the plane," Huang Zongwu reminded.
Chapter completed!