After walking out of Fritz Walter's home, Yang Cheng walked slowly on the road, walking aimlessly, not knowing where to go or where to go.

The feeling of seeing a living person with his own eyes die in front of him made him very scared.

Yang Cheng didn't notice that someone was following him far behind.

He walked aimlessly on the street. He needed to find a place, a place that could allow him to vent his depression in his chest.

It was dark in the night, and Nkenbach Alsenborne was just a small town. As we walked over, we saw a bar.

He walked in.

"Give me the strongest wine here! The whole bottle!" Yang Cheng said, then found a corner seat to sit down and closed his eyes.

Everything in the past came into his mind like a revolving lantern.

"I don't need comfort, Melissa!" When he opened his eyes again, Yang Cheng saw Melissa Terrio. This beautiful French woman was sitting in front of him, looking at him with concern.

"I know!" Melissa said, "The Yang Cheng I know will definitely not be so weak!"

Yang Cheng looked at her deeply and smiled.

"Do you drink or not?" Yang Cheng asked.

Melissa shook her head, "I rarely drink alcohol!"

"Then why are you doing in the bar?" Yang Cheng asked with a smile.

Melissa was speechless. If she hadn't seen Yang Cheng in a bad mood, she would have fought back.

The waiter of the bar brought two bullet cups with ice and a bottle of yegra, which is known as the strongest wine in Germany and the most popular wine in German bars. Countless fans like to watch the game while enjoying yegra.

Yang Cheng had drunk it before, but he got drunk.

After opening the bottle plug, pouring two full cups, Yang Cheng smiled and said, "The Germans like to refrigerate, pour one full cup, and drink it all in one breath. They said that this is the best medicine in the world, which can make people forget their worries, forget everything unhappy, and board the train to heaven."

Yang Cheng picked up one of the cups and smiled slightly, "I haven't tried it before, now I'll try it!"

After saying that, he raised his head and a bullet cup of Yege wine was poured into his stomach in one mouthful, as if a heat flowed from his throat to his stomach.

It was very choking, which made him cough hard, and he couldn't get used to this kind of high-alcohol spirit.

"Satisfactory!" After a cough, he smiled.

"You won't try?"

Melissa shook her head, she really rarely drinks.

Yang Cheng picked up her cup and poured it in again.

After drinking two cups, he felt a ball of fire in his stomach, which was very hot and his feet were weak. He seemed to be constantly moving, so dizzy that he couldn't remember anything or anything.

"Sure enough, this is really a kind of wine that can make people fly after drinking!" Yang Cheng laughed drunk with sleepy eyes.

His hands trembled and poured himself a cup, "You really don't drink it?"

Melissa shook her head.

Yang Cheng put the wine bottle heavily on the table, grabbed the glass of wine, and drank it in one sip.

"Ah, it's so satisfying, good wine!" he shouted loudly.

There are not many people in the bar, after all, it is still early.

Yang Cheng struggled to stand up, but his legs fell down weakly and threw himself on the table.

"What are you doing?" Melissa hurried over and held him, "If you can't drink, don't drink that much."

"I'm happy!" Yang Cheng laughed drunk, "Melissa, you seem to be too much!"

Melissa knew he was drunk and ignored him.

"Even my wife can't control me. I'm just a little bird without feet..." He was just talking alone, sometimes in English, sometimes in German, sometimes in Spanish, but the most used is in Chinese.

So Melissa couldn't understand what he was chanting, but she could understand.

He was very unhappy!

Although he seemed to be fine, in fact, he was very unhappy and wanted to drink and vent, but his alcohol tolerance was not good. He could not reach the point where he could not get drunk for a thousand cups, and he could only drink as drunk as if he was drunk.

After three cups of Ye Ge, he fell unconscious, and the waiters at the bar were laughing.

The lights were too dim and they didn't recognize it as Yang Cheng.

Melissa only received the news this time. When she heard that Fritz Walter was seriously ill, she immediately ran over to check it out. She also respected the old man very much. Anyone who likes football would respect him. But unexpectedly, after she came, she met a drunk Yang Cheng.

She could understand Yang Cheng's current mood, because Yang Cheng once mentioned Fritz Walter many times in an interview with her. Although he did not explain in detail, she could hear that Yang Cheng respected this person very much.

Although Fritz Walter's death was not unexpected, after all, his health has been very poor over the years, and it is only a matter of time before death, but when things come, it is still very uncomfortable. She understands this feeling.

Really understand!

So she knew that Yang Cheng just wanted to vent his depression.

Looking at Yang Cheng who was drunk on the table, drunk and talking a lot of drunken words, Melissa suddenly realized that the arrogant Caesar could be such an ordinary person. He would be in a bad mood, sadness, and need to vent, but how many people could see this side of him?

Or it should be said that the side he usually presents may not be his whole body, because he hides the weak side of himself, very deeply.

After seeing Caesar, and seeing Yang Cheng today again, Yang Cheng's image not only has not been destroyed, but has become three-dimensional and vivid.
Chapter completed!