Kato was sought revenge, abandoned the original village house and went into exile, and after finding out what was behind the scenes, he returned to the original place and built this house again. Although he hit the opponent hard, he felt despised by the "drunken wind", such as being attacked by the enemy on his stomach and back, and felt that Nakamura was incapable of dragging him down, so he felt even more depressed.

Today plus helplessness and impatience. Because the incompetent Nakamura who is good to die is here.

Empty-handed. Come and rub the wine.

This made Kato even more annoyed.

Because of his identity, Kato couldn't pour wine with his subordinates to drown his sorrows, and it happened that Nakamura came, although he didn't die, but the size was a leader, and he was more or less a companion, so that Kato would not be allowed to drink alone. That's all it takes.

When Kato was drinking, he didn't like to be watched by his subordinates, so he often didn't even have anyone around. If Nakamura is here, there will be not only more people cheering, but also one more person of his own. This own person is only a person from Toei in a broad sense, which does not mean that he is also a trustworthy person in Kato's circle in a narrow sense. But that's all there is to it.

Yes, it's better than nothing.

Wine is a wonderful thing, it gives you courage when you don't have guts, it gives you pride when you are nervous, and it gives you a handful of oil when you are like a fire. That's why alcohol is messy.

So the prince never gets drunk.

But judging from the fact that he was just having a fever, he really couldn't get drunk.

However, sometimes if you drink too much alcohol, the person you usually hate will become a little cute.

Nakamura did not pour hard liquor. Spirits, because Kato wants to make Nakamura cute quickly.

Nakamura just didn't pour the liquor down his throat.

Kato's face was already drunk. Whenever he poured a large porcelain bowl full of spirits and clinked glasses with Nakamura, he leaned his neck and dried it off, but Nakamura smiled again. Don't drink a drop.

If he really can't hide, Nakamura takes a sip, and if he can't hide anymore, he puts a bowl of wine in his mouth, and if he can't put it in his mouth, he has to swallow it, and when Kato forgets himself again, he spits it into the table. If Kato's subordinates brought wine and meat or lifted the curtain to visit, Nakamura shouted: "Drink" and really drank more than Kato.

His subordinates thought it was true, but Kato was so drunk that he didn't know anything.

It's been nearly half an hour since the last time I saw it.

Nakamura smiled and slowly picked up the bowl again. The coarse porcelain bowl does not seem to be lowly at all, but has a sense of pride in the chest. Nakamura Yuguang saw Kato, who was almost drunk, and suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled, and took a sip.

A dark shadow was cast on the gray-white quilt curtain of the small grass hut, and then Kato's men lifted the curtain through a crack.

"Haba Fuji-kun" Nakamura burped and hugged Zi Fuji's shoulder, held up the wine bowl and said: "I'm so happy today, why don't you sing a hometown tune to Kato-kun?"

"How do I know the way?" Kato actually replied with a smile, "Nakamura-kun, you old bastard"

Kato's men were stunned.

Nakamura didn't think it was wrong, and still laughed. "Hey, alright, alright, listen to the hometown tune below......"

The subordinate couldn't help but smile and gently lowered the curtain. Go far.

Nakamura burst into laughter and pushed Kato away.

Kato didn't hum and fell to the ground. The cry shook the sky and really fell asleep.

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