Volume 6 Happy Heroes Chapter 184 Wang Dong
At night, the moon rises.
The white moonlight shines on the mountains.
Su Weiyun returned to Fugui Villa with four roast ducks, five kilograms of wine, a large bowl of rice, and several plates of peanuts, edamame, and sauerkraut.
When he opened a large wooden barrel in his hand, revealing the still warm, steaming rice inside, Wang Dong was really shocked.
"You're back so soon?"
Su Weiyun said: "Well, my Qinggong is OK."
After going up and down the mountain, the rice was still hot and the wine was still warm. This is definitely not something that can be described with just the two words "okay".
Wang Dong murmured, "Your Qinggong is even better than mine. It seems that you are destined to become famous in the world. You must 'stay rich and famous and never forget each other' in the future."
He had a happy look on his face and a cheerful look in his eyes. He praised Su Weiyun to the skies, but his body just lay steadily on the bed, not moving at all.
Su Weiyun asked, "Aren't you going to get out of bed to eat?"
Wang Dong said, "Please, my friend, please be so kind as to bring me a roast duck."
Su Weiyun handed him a roast duck and sighed, "You even eat in bed? No wonder you don't want to pawn this bed for money. It has many uses."
Wang Dong grabbed the two legs of the roast duck with both hands, put them near his mouth, opened his mouth very skillfully, and tore off a large piece of the most tender meat.
He laughed and said, "The most important things in life are sleeping and eating. People in the world are busy and worry about these two things, but I only need a bed to solve them. Isn't it wonderful?"
Su Weiyun sighed, "It's really wonderful. If everyone in the world could be as optimistic as you, there would probably be less unnecessary worries."
Wang Dong said sternly, "Absolutely not. If everyone in the world lies in bed all day like me, who will make roast duck for us?"
If it were in the past, Su Weiyun would have been unable to hold back his laughter, but at this moment, he had no intention of laughing, and just casually responded, "You're right."
But only for a short time.
Su Weiyun had just finished a roast duck, and Wang Dong had hurriedly eaten three. He then stared at the big jar of wine, salivating.
Wang Dong suddenly said, "By the way, friend, I haven't asked you what your name is yet."
Su Weiyun said: "No need to ask."
Wang Dong smiled and said, "Then there's no need to ask my friend, can you throw the jar of wine up for me as well?"
Su Weiyun casually slapped the big wooden barrel, and the barrel flew up lightly and landed steadily beside the bed without even shaking.
Wang Dong said: "My friend, you really have a good martial arts. But..."
He leaned over the bed, bent down, and seemed to have used all his strength to scoop up the two jars of wine with his hands.
"But I have to bend over, which is really too much effort."
Then he did not forget to throw the jar of wine in his right hand to Su Weiyun.
Su Weiyun raised his hand and casually took the jar of wine, without even looking at it, and put it aside.
Wang Dong opened the wine seal, lay back on the bed, placed the wine jar to his chest, put his mouth to the mouth of the jar, and sipped slowly.
The wine slowly fell into his mouth, without even a drop falling out.
After a while, Wang Dong finally finished his jar of wine and praised: "In the past, I had warm wine to kill Hua Xiong, and today I have Fugui's hot roast duck. It seems that God has been very kind to me and sent me a friend like you!"
"So you know the story of 'Killing Hua Xiong with a Warm Wine' ?"
Wang Dong said: "I come from an aristocratic family. I dare not say that I am extremely talented, but at least I am well-read."
"Your family must be proud of raising a great man like you."
Su Weiyun picked up a bowl of rice and chewed it vigorously, putting a lot of force into each bite.
Wang Dong suddenly stopped talking.
He lay back on the bed in a daze, staring at the ceiling silently and listening quietly to the moonlight outside the house shining in through the open door.
He looked more like a dead man now than before he had eaten.
Su Weiyun finished a bowl of rice and asked, "You don't want to eat anymore?"
Wang Dong said, "I won't eat anymore."
Su Weiyun said: "I can't finish so much by myself, you can save it for tomorrow."
Wang Dong asked, "What about you?"
"Me?" Su Weiyun pointed at her nose, "I'm leaving tomorrow."
Wang Dong asked, "Where are you going?"
Su Weiyun said: "I don't know."
Wang Dong said, "Don't you know you're going to leave? Why don't you stay in Fugui Villa? At least you have a friend here."
Su Weiyun neither smiled nor spoke.
Wang Dong suddenly said, "I know that you look down on me from the bottom of your heart and don't consider me as a friend."
Su Weiyun remained silent.
Sometimes, silence means consent.
Wang Dong said: "You must be laughing at me. I own a huge villa but have accomplished nothing. I just eat and wait for death every day."
Su Weiyun said, "That's not the case. I just think that if a person lies in bed all day, both the brain and the limbs will inevitably degenerate. And what's the difference between 'eating all day and doing nothing' and those rubbish who only daydream every day?"
Wang Dong said: "There is a difference!"
As soon as the three words "there is a difference" came out of his mouth, he flew high up and almost jumped to the ceiling.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
Small white objects kept being thrown from his hands, hitting the mice hiding in the dark corners of the house.
Every sound would cause a few drops of blood to splash, and the mouse would die immediately.
Su Weiyun looked over and found that the white "hidden weapon" was actually the duck bone he had just gnawed.
Wang Dong fell down again and landed on his bed.
The difference from before he flew up was that now there was not even a living mouse in the room, and the whole room suddenly became even more dead silent.
The strength and accuracy in throwing hidden weapons are absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts masters.
Su Weiyun said slowly: "Your martial arts skills are not weak, and your hidden weapon skills are even more exquisite."
Wang Dong said: "Someone said a long time ago that my hidden weapons are no less powerful than the famous 'Song Shi Niang' with ten eyes and ten hands."
Su Weiyun said: "With your hidden weapon skills, even if you go to the streets to perform, you will definitely make a lot of money."
Wang Dong said: "But I didn't go."
Su Weiyun asked, "You would rather die of laziness than to get a job and live a decent life?"
Wang Dong asked back: "Am I not doing it right now? What did I do? Steal, rob, cheat, or lie?"
Su Weiyun suddenly said: "Why are you telling me this?"
Wang Dong said: "Because I treat you as a friend."
Su Weiyun asked, "Is it because I mentioned your sad story just now?"
This time it was Wang Dong's turn to remain silent.
Su Weiyun asked: "What is your sad story? Can you tell me about it?"
He was in a melancholy mood, and at this moment he actually felt sympathy for Wang Dong as if they were both wanderers in this world.
——What kind of sad past could make a martial arts master so decadent as he is now?
Wang Dong said, "Have I ever asked you what is the sad thing that is bothering you?"
"No."
Wang Dong said: "So you shouldn't ask me, because this is what friends are like."
Su Weiyun actually agreed with his point of view and said, "You are right. This is what a friend is."
Wang Dong asked: " Then are you going to leave tomorrow?"
Su Weiyun said: "I have a technique that I need to comprehend, so I will stay here for now and will not leave."
Wang Dong smiled and said, "I welcome you very much."
Su Weiyun said: "I know, because we are already friends."
Two sad and tacitly understanding people unexpectedly reached a wonderful understanding under the moon tonight. They called each other "friends".
