Chapter 182 (1/2)

In a tavern, the four people were drunk and their cheeks were red, like peach blossom in early March.

Tang Xiaoge, Qiao Sen, Wang man and Lin Wen, together with a group of four, made an appointment to celebrate in a pub near the old city of Yuncheng after the competition. It's just a common tavern with low consumer prices.

The reason for choosing this place is probably because it is close to the old city. When driving through the old city, Lin Wenwen saw Tang Xiaoge focus on the small buildings.

At this moment, he should miss his father. Even if the image is blurred, it is human nature. Once he succeeds in a small stage, or after overcoming difficulties, he always wants to find someone to share the joy.

Happy this kind of mood, a person is unable to make it continue to ferment, especially Tang Xiaoge such like to hide the heart.

Lin Wenwen felt some of the same feelings, especially after Xu Wanqing left and her uncles and aunts also left. She was like an isolated island left behind, and it was always difficult to find a place to dock.

The number of people in the tavern gradually became less and less. From the beginning of the uproar, everyone began to pay the bill to leave. Lin Wenwen and Wang man left when it was not too late.

Only two people, Tang Xiaoge and Qiao Sen, sat on a round table in the tavern, drunk and speechless.

Tang Xiaoge smiles. He points to Johnson and says that his face is like a monkey's butt. Johnson also laughed, laughing wantonly, and the wrinkles on his face were about to be twisted into a twist. He looked at Tang Xiaoge and laughed until he burst into tears.

”Wow, why are you so happy...!” Tang Xiaoge saw that the corners of his eyes were red. He was surprised and began to point at him and laugh.

Instead of continuing to be poor with him, he listened to Tang Xiaoge's playful abuse, and his nose became more and more sour.

For a long time, when Tang Xiaoge was lying on the table, more drunk, Johnson's eyes became very clear. He looked at Tang Xiaoge with a faint melancholy tone.

”Pigeon, do you know that you are very talented in design. I feel like a clown in front of you...”

Tang Xiaoge props up in a daze and laughs drunkenly. He raises his weak arm and waves, ”are you a clown? You look red, like monkey ass, monkey ass, monkey... ”

With that, Tang Xiaoge fell on the table again and got drunk.