Chapter 22 【Wuling boy】

【Wuling boy】 During the typhoon season, the aquarium in Bashi Gorge is very crowded There is a tributary of the Yellow River in my water system The Yellow River is too cold and needs to be mixed with a lot of alcohol Floating at the bottom of the cup is my family tree Hey! Another cup of sorghum! There is Suiren in my anger, and Dayu in my tears There is the sound of Zhuolu's drum in my ears Legend has it that my grandfather shot down nine suns There is an uncle whose name can scare Shan Yu away Hear that? Have a bottle of sorghum! Qianjin Qiu hangs in the window of the auction house

Dump the five-flowered horse, leaving only arthritis No more weekends waiting for me in Ximending So hatch a nest of martial arts novels under the pillow How about a bottle of sorghum, waiter! Severe cold can cause hallucinations of heroes When the cough progresses from frog croaking to wolf howling Ribs rattled the bars of the madhouse A tornado plucks from the lungs It's okay, I'll have at least three more cups! The ghost of the last bus is haunting Raincoat! Where's my raincoat? Six seats On the tatami, insomnia is waiting for me Wait for me to cross six unlit long streets

Don't help me, I'm not drunk!