C57 (1/2)

After swallowing these two pills, the slovenly Daoist Priest no longer paid attention to me. Instead, he coiled his legs around the lid of the toilet bowl, placed his hands on his knees and formed a strange hand seal. He closed his eyes like a scholar and sat down, as if he was sleeping, and even let out a regular breath.

I didn't know what he was doing, so I didn't dare to disturb him. Seeing that the slovenly Daoist Priest had woken up, I felt a bit more at ease. Ever since I moved into the old house, I didn't have a single day of peaceful sleep.

This time, I slept soundly without the sun, moon, or light. I did not even dream, nor did I hear the cries of infants or the footsteps of women. This was such a beautiful thing.

I don't know how long I slept, but a light slap landed on my face. I opened my eyes in a daze and found that I was drooling. When I raised my head to look, I saw the slovenly Daoist Priest standing beside me.

”What's wrong?” I asked doubtfully.

”Stop sleeping, we should leave now …” ”The sky is about to brighten …” The slovenly Daoist said to me.

I took out my phone and looked at it. It was almost 6 o'clock, so it turned out that I had only slept for two to three hours. However, I soon had another question. Where are we going? ”

It was as if I had become a homeless child.

”No matter where we go, let's go out first. We can't just squat in this stinky toilet forever, can we? You brat, you really know how to find a place, no matter where you look, you must find a toilet …” The Sloppy Daoist grumbled somewhat unhappily.

I didn't want to quarrel with him over his hurt feelings for me. I yawned, stood up, stuffed the dirty clothes on the floor into the slovenly priest's yellow cloth bag, and helped him out of the bathroom.

Both of us pretended to be drunk and walked out in a daze.

At this moment, the bar was empty, and the waiter was breathing heavily. When we left, that waiter was still telling us to welcome us, he welcomed us to come back next time.

If he knew that we men spent the night in their toilets, he wouldn't be able to say it out loud. He might even beat us up again.

The two of us staggered out of the bar's entrance. At this moment, there was a breeze blowing outside and a lot of people were already walking on the street. The people with street stalls were already starting to work and the sun would rise in a quarter of an hour.

The slovenly Daoist was still very weak and was having difficulty walking. He had to be supported by me as he walked. He really looked like a drunk man who had just gotten drunk.

We were both hungry. I brought the sloppy Daoist to a breakfast stall and ordered two bowls of porridge and a few eggs, intending to fill up the stomach. The slovenly Daoist was also recovering from his injuries.