A Little Commotion
Without saying a word, Fengzi started by making Zhang Heng down two pints of beer.
Fortunately, Zhang Heng had once drunk rum like water in the Black Sail dungeon. Mainly because they had spent too long at sea and there had been no clean water source aboard; rum at least contained alcohol and kept better. He had built up a decent tolerance, so two pints would not affect him too much.
But Zhang Heng had not forgotten that he was still in danger and had a mission to fulfill. The Emergency Response Squad could be hiding anywhere, so after finishing the two drinks, he did not continue drinking.
Fengzi propped up her chin, looking deeply disappointed.
"You're not as poetic as you look."
"Why do you say that?"
"I met another street singer like you before. He was a beast when it came to drinking. Have you ever seen a water buffalo drink? I haven't, but I imagine it looked just like that—he shoved his whole head into the beer barrel. He drank and cried at the same time, telling me about his first love. Then he played a song he'd written especially for her. That scene... it was incredibly poetic."
"If you want to hear about my first love, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," Zhang Heng said.
"Why?" Fengzi asked. "You never had a first love?"
"That's not it."
"Tsk, tsk... I get it. You're the type who likes to bury every story in your heart. That's fine, I have plenty of time. As long as we drink enough, I believe anyone will eventually open up."
As she spoke, Fengzi placed another pint in front of Zhang Heng. "Come on, let's keep going."
But Zhang Heng did not reach for it. Instead, he glanced at the