"NONONONONO——! No, this is wine, he can't drink it, he can't drink it! Drinking it will kill him."
When Milong heard about the wine, he immediately flashed to Collins' side, looked at the unknown yellow-brown liquid in the cup, squinted his eyes, and took the cup of wine into his own hands. Before drinking it, he asked Collins where the wine came from. After all, wine and cigarettes were rare in their flag-sacrificing slope.
"Come on, come on! Let me see, let me see! Where did you get the wine?"
Collins watched his wine fall into Milong's hands and explained that his wine was for Fanla to drink because he was sick and this would make him stronger.
"No, you, you, listen to me, where does the wine come from?"
Milong knew very few English words and basically spoke in Northeastern Chinese dialect, but his body language was too rich, and he was gesticulating to know where the wine in Collins's hand came from.
Collins, perhaps because he had been with this group of cannon fodder for too long, understood what Milong meant. There was no barrier at all in the conversation between the two of them. They spoke their own language, and it was inexplicably harmonious. Both of them actually understood what the other was saying.
Collins put his hands behind his back, drew a beard on his face, and acted strangely, just like when McLuhan was lecturing people, and showed Milong and the others how he got it from Master McLuhan.
"Ah, ah! You're really good, you're really good! He said he got it from that Master Mai."
Milong smiled and explained to the guys next to him what Collins meant. After that, he drank the whiskey in his hand in one gulp. After drinking it, he said,
"It's so damn hard to drink, give me some more, give me some more!"
Collins was still in a hurry to add water to the small wine bottle, hiding from Milong and saying, "NONONO! This is for him. It will make him better!"
"Why are you so stingy? Pour me a glass, then another one."
Collins held up the bottle of wine he had diluted with water and hurried away. Milong looked at Fanla who had opened his eyes, then looked at Collins again. He still wanted to drink some more of the unpalatable American wine, so he ran after Collins.
Meng Fanle finally got up after struggling. He looked at his wrapped chest. His wound was itching. He wanted to reach out and feel if there were two holes inside where they could see each other, but he was afraid and gave up.
On the other side, just as Meng Fanle was struggling to get up and leave this place he didn't want to stay, Shuoyu also woke up in bed, his whole body aching. He didn't know how long he had been lying there. He felt like he had just fainted for a while, but the hardwood under his body seemed to have broken his waist in half. He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a pair of curious and sensitive eyes like a emerald. It was Maodou,
"Meow (Human, you finally woke up.)"
"Yeah, I'm awake."
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