C1291 Iron-blood Brothers

In the afternoon, in a roadside stall, two young men were sitting in front of a table.

Most of the food on the table had already been eaten. There were sixteen or seventeen beer bottles piled up in a pile.

The two of them looked at each other in silence, their eyes half-closed.

"I don't know how to get home, how to explain it to my wife. All these years, I've been working so hard