Drunken Aftermath (1)

What woke him up was the sun.

It was very bright, but it stung his eyes, and he closed them again as soon as he had caught a glimpse of the burning light.

He frowned, his handsome brow forming a deep line that gave vent to his master's weariness at the moment, his consciousness not so clear, his body heavy and dazed along with it.

After a hangover, he knew almost nothing for a moment when he woke up.

The world's three biggest unsolvable puzzles get maximum presence at this moment: who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do.

Oh, at the moment the General knows almost nothing about it.

Soon, however, he gradually began to adapt to the light, and the lead in his mind was finally scooped out, barely able to remember his name and where he was, and the sounds from outside began to enter his ears intermittently.

It's pretty quiet out there, actually, compared to yesterday's frenzy.

I think it's true that they did drink a lot yesterday, and he didn't care about it in the heat of the moment yesterday, and he seemed to have been too repressed for too long in his normal life, and last night was very enjoyable.

No, as soon as he sat up, he saw from the window not far from a mech was dismantled to half, the head was directly removed, connected to the tail, the limbs were cleanly unloaded and neatly bashed on one side, living a split scene, from the original majestic snow lion in one fell swoop to evolve into a silly ...... not knowing what the contraption is.

The scene was gruesome.

...... is too licentious.

But since tomorrow was a legal holiday, and the new members were just an excuse, he was in the mood to let them get away with this.

Today a bunch of hungover drunks were weak and in a hurry to get home, so I figured there was no way they were going to voluntarily stay and clean up the mess.

Of course, the Generalissimo's selfishness is there.

When his old man is happy, it is inevitable that he will want others to be happy with him.

The Mecha Department had always been known for its combination of strict military discipline and lawlessness, whoever called this place was mostly filled with noble sons and daughters whose bodies were half occupied by madmen and half by geniuses.

However, after so many years under General Yan's leadership, they usually mostly didn't dare to be reckless.

He dragged up his heavy steps, a few bits and pieces quickly coming out of his mind, well ...... he was actually drunk last night, and from memory, it seemed like it was pretty early.

It didn't matter though, he'd always trusted his self-control and even drunk he should be able to maintain very good manners.

Well, the beginning of a few images flashed sporadically in his mind, and he remembered getting drunk and going to the window sill to blow off some steam, definitely not doing anything weird.

Thinking about it that way, he was still in a very good mood.

"Yo, my lord, you're awake."

He heard Lun Lao's voice coming through the door and nodded, starting to get ready to go out and wash his face.

Yet his movements froze.

He looked at the clothes he was wearing in a bit of a daze ...... Well, he remembered that he didn't seem to be wearing this yesterday.

If memory serves, this is the one Zhifan Shen wore.

...... and more!

What's going on here?

A few more images suddenly popped into his mind with great difficulty, and he held his forehead in some pain as he tried to recall them.

Well, yesterday he was on the balcony blowing in the wind, and then he vaguely saw Zhifan Shen's face.

Did he say anything strange here? I don't think so.

He thought about it hesitantly, with a bit of a headache, yet he was never quite sure what to make of it.

No, no, no, but, but if it's nothing, why would Zhifan Shen's clothes be on him.

Lun Lao pokes his head through the door, "Hey lord, what are you doing?"

Lun Lao doesn't like to go home and usually volunteers to stay on duty when everyone is on vacation.

Shuo Yan head still hurts, his fingers slowly massaged Solar Plexus for a while , hesitated, and looked at him somewhat sheepishly, "I ...... didn t do anything strange last night, did I."

"No." Lun Lao, who was playing a game on his cell phone, answered cleanly.

Shuo Yan's heart slowly dropped.

"You just got up in the middle of the night to dismantle the mech for a while."

Lun Lao absently pointed to the Snow Lion S outside, which had just been defined by Shuo Yan as a "tragic death".

Shuo Yan: "......"

...... Outside, did he take down the one outside?

Can't be.

"But that's nothing," Lun Lao smiled disarmingly, "compared to your later attempts to open a warehouse to launch the 'Feier La', which in turn screamed about taking out the 'Ferdinandia'. Ferdinandia ', the Snow Lion is nothing."

Shuo Yan: "......"

Shuo Yan looked at Lun Lao's smiling face and his thoughts froze.

"After all, there's not much money in dismantling mechs for you," Lun Lao pondered with his chin in his hand, "And insulting the royal family and murder, well, they're usually sentenced a bit more severely."

Shuo Yan moved his throat and failed to speak.

"Speaking of which, we almost didn't persuade you," Lun Lao sighed, "then everyone was so drunk that some of the ones who were on top shouted that they wanted to go with you, but fortunately Mr. Shen and I were still a bit sober, and he managed to dissuade you in time."

Shuo Yan looked at the clothes he was wearing in silence and inquired with some difficulty, "What's going on with my clothes?"

Lun Lao tilted her head and fell into a bitter thought, "This I don't know hey, at that time when you came out you were already wearing Mr. Shen's clothes."

Shuo Yan was surprisingly relieved not to get an answer.

...... Because he vaguely felt as if he did not want to know what was really going on.

"I ...... cough," Shuo Yan tried hard to defend himself some, but inexplicably vain, can only clear his throat to increase the volume, "I should, won't do those things, right, it's not that you're drunk and confused and remembered wrong? "

Lun Lao didn't hear the little expectations in the General's big mouth that fell apart at the slightest touch.

"No ah," he continued to answer cleanly, "every year when you get drunk to dismantle the mech everyone has been used to it, oh Dao Yan asked me not to tell you, afraid of your anger, ah want me to say that this is not important thing, so many years, everyone has been used to it. We've been used to it for years."

Shuo Yan: "......"

Crackling, the General's little expectations shattered.

He repeated with difficulty, "...... After all these years, everyone has gotten used to it?"

Lun Lao cheerfully said: "Yes, yes, dismantle the mechs, what's wrong with it, you often go out to dismantle it whenever you get drunk, I always want to dismantle it with you, but usually I don't get the chance, ah, that's Dao Yan, they are not allowed to do it every time. ...... Hey, you don't look too good, sir! I don't think so."

Lun Lao, of course, would not know that His Excellency the General was at the moment caught up in questioning his own life.

In his ...... twenty-nine years of life, he has never questioned his own alcohol consumption and taste, especially after the comparison with Zhifan Shen not long ago.

Now he felt as if he had been drinking fake wine.

"I ...... haven't done anything other than dismantle mechs and have to go start up ' Feier La '," he retold, with great difficulty, a fact he didn't really believe. "Didn't do anything else weird, like ...... to Mr. Shen?"

These things just slightly ...... slightly show a little bit of what he usually want to do not do, the more important is not these.

"No."

Lun Lao continues to laugh gleefully and continues to fiddle with his game console in his hands.

The Lord General continued to breathe a sigh of relief and took a sip of the sobering broth next to him.

"When you were about to start Feier La, Mr. Shen came to stop you," Lun Lao paused, resting her cheeks for a moment, "and then you hugged and kissed Mr. Shen for a while, and then you said in front of us that you wanted to marry him, and, well, there was nothing else. "

The Lord General's throat trembled and he almost spat out his sobering soup.

"It's alright, this we are also used to ...... Oh no," Lun Lao twitched her eyebrows, "this we are not used to, you didn't say to us before that you want to marry us."

The prestigious, unsmiling, self-disciplined and self-controlled Lord General now sounded as if he was going a little crazy.

"Your face really looks a bit bad, my lord, oh, you're not worried about these things," Lun Lao glanced curiously, "Hahahahahahahaha it's fine, everyone knows that you're a super lousy drinker anyway, ah."

-Anyway, everyone knows that you suck at drinking, ah.

That's good.

Another crackle.

The Lord General's years of self-confidence were crushed in one fell swoop.

"Snap."

He glanced in silence at the poor cup of sober soup that had been crushed by his fingers, which were very stiff, his brain basically in a state of overloaded stagnation and death.

"You did not know before?" Lun Lao does not understand what is called adding fuel to the fire, "should not be, oh, say it seems that everyone is every time to say do not tell you, also every time to send someone early to pack up, but yesterday everyone is drunk, and now there are still a bunch of people did not get up, it seems that the Dao Yan family has something to do with the early go back."

The Generalissimo reached out and braced himself on the sides of the table, his brain in persistent deadlock.

I don't know if it was because of the sobering soup or if Lun Lao's description was too realistic, but he actually did recall some bits and pieces about dismantling mechs.

Its a very ...... unpleasant picture.

God knows he used to think these images were nothing more than, well, dreams, and, well, already.

Lun Lao passed the level with a smile on her face and stretched her back to continue hitting the General, "Wow, this mecha is so handsome, ah yes, by the way, why did you have to go and kill Ferdinandia last night, ah?"

Of course he didn't realize that in the Lord General's mind, Her Highness Ferdinandia had always been somewhere between a damned and a very damned, usually more of the latter, for two reasons.

1. Collaboration with the enemy and treason (Olivia's words, basically confirmed, evidence still being solicited).

2. love interest (always a strong possibility).

And given Lun Lao's intelligence at some points, he certainly could not have told Lun Lao about Ferdinandia's suspected crimes, even drunk.

"So Her Highness Ferdinandia really took your sweetheart as you said," Lun Lao unknowingly shattered the last vestiges of the Lord General's self-esteem, "talk about being so aggrieved that you had to be hugged by Mr. Shen before he would come back to bed. "

...... is great.

The Generalissimo could barely hold his hands on the table.

But it still wasn't the final blow.

"Oh Mr. Shen also woke up ah, good afternoon oh," Lun Lao waved towards the outside, "our Lord also woke up ah, quickly come over here, the Lord seems to be last night do not remember ah hahaha you also by the way and the Lord to talk about last night's events it!"

The General looked up at Lun Lao slyly.

Very, very tempted to poke him.