I stood up and reached out to stop her and said, "Don't torture myself."

"Pick your hand away." Zhang Yao frowned and said without showing any weakness: "I just want to drink, don't worry."

"Is it interesting to practice yourself?"

I was puzzled. When did she become a woman who punished herself with other people's mistakes? She should be arrogant and should not be influenced by anyone.

"You're thinking too much."

"Then don't drink."

"Okay." She nodded, looked at me with a smile and said, "I won't drink, you drink, I'll come and drink."

""

"They all say that men are used to drinking to relieve sorrow, and that the words in the mouth of drunk men are the most credible."

I was angrily smiled by Zhang Yao, looked at her helplessly, and said, "If I drink too much, there will be no truth. Before I drink high, I belong to Beijing. After drinking too much, Beijing will belong to mine."

“That’s OK.”

Zhang Yao said without comment: "I am from Beijing. If Beijing is you, then I will be yours."

"Are you serious?" I became more puzzled.

"I'm fucking funny, right?"

"Hold"

I was a little angry and secretly happy, "I'll drink, look!"

"Well, I'm watching."

Zhang Yao and I were like two mentally ill people abandoned by the world. In the Houhai Ferry Bar, one was drinking desperately, and the other laughed loudly, watching the man drinking.

Fortunately, it is not the peak time of the bar, otherwise we will definitely be arrested by kind-hearted people.

Soon, I even drank three bottles of beer, and some cold liquid eroded my esophagus and then flowed into the stomach juice and rolled. I felt uncomfortable and a little cold, but my heart was hot.

As proud as she can put down the masks she used to hide on weekdays and show me the most real look. Why can't I?

Then, be crazy.

When I drank half of the fourth bottle of wine, my brain felt a little heavy, and the wound that was bandaged was slight itchy and the stomach was covered with wine, and I felt nausea uncontrollably.

Everyone who drinks knows that the most taboo thing at the table is to drink fast wine, which is very harmful to the body.

The only remaining bit of reason made me put down the bottle of wine, my eyes blurred, and I seemed to have two things to see. I knew, I was drunk

"No?"

Zhang Yao laughed, "If it doesn't work, it's time for me."

"Didn't you say you don't drink?"

"You believe the woman's words?"

"Then are you lying to me?"

Zhang Yao suddenly stopped smiling, reached out to shake in front of my eyes, and screamed softly: "Chen Mo."

"Don't shake me."

"Silly." She laughed, "Can I ask you a question?"

"you say."

"Then I asked."

"Um"

"vomit"

I finally couldn't help but the wine that was about to gush out, so I hurriedly covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom. I don't know what she looked like when I ran out, so I would be very dissatisfied, right?

After vomiting in the bathroom, I felt much more relaxed, at least I was no longer a ghost.

After washing my face, the cold water made me feel my existence. It was not good that the person in the mirror was really embarrassed. He was like a stray dog ​​who was running away in a down-and-out manner.

"Should you escape?" I murmured myself.

"It shouldn't be, she's facing it. What am I afraid of?" I gave myself the answer again.

I am a man, and I shouldn't be unable to get up.

As soon as the corner of my mouth raised, I wiped my head with my wet hand and returned to the deck where we were sitting with no rhythm but extremely powerful steps.

"Sober?"

"fine."

"Oh, then you keep drinking."

"Don't you want to ask me a question?"

"You are not suitable for answering now."

"I swear, I will never hide what you ask and what I say."

"Can a man believe his oath?"

"At this time, it should be possible."

Zhang Yao said lightly, without saying a word, picked up the cigarette I placed on the table by himself, lit one for himself in a little unfamiliar way, hugged her shoulders with the other hand, staring at me coldly.

"Ha, can't I drink it?"

After saying that, I picked up the cup of Glenfidy, with a creamy whiskey, and I instantly drank half of the cup. **, violently, my taste buds were stimulated, and the same stimulating one was the chest cavity.

"Are you okay?"

My eyes were red, not hatred or sadness, but the spirit of this wine was so fucking great.

"OK."

It's rare, she nodded.

Zhang Yao twisted the cigarette that had been burned to one-third in the ashtray. After clapping his hands, he suddenly leaned forward and approached me. We were very close, and I could even feel her breath spraying on my face.

Very special and a bit ambiguous.

I really want to kiss her lips, but I can't.

"You, you ask." I asked in a trembling voice.

"Who else in your heart?"

"My dad, my mom, my grandma, me"

"Chen Mo, you didn't drink too much, keep drinking." She slapped the table with annoyance.

"I'm telling the truth."

"You know I'm not going to listen to this."

""

"Isn't it?" she laughed at herself.

"I don't know." Seeing her change of expression, I quickly explained: "It's not what you meant. I mean, I don't know who I am in my heart, and I don't know who I love."

The words were spoken, like an arrow leaving the string, and there was no turning back.

"Tong Xue is in my heart. After all, we have loved for seven years. Even if we are separated now, I can't forget her." I looked at Zhang Yao quietly, and after listening, she continued, "You are also in my heart. I don't even know when I started to like you. You are so perfect and so proud. I once felt that you were only suitable for appearing in men's fantasy. You are too unreal, and the unreal makes me feel so real."

"So, what about Jiayi?" she asked.

"She is my friend, a real friend."

"Oh, what about your junior sister?"

"Sister, am I that greedy?"

"What do you think?"

""

"Chen Mo, I suddenly feel that we can't be together again."

"Yes," I nodded dejectedly.

"You are very rational and too silly. You can't lie to me and say that you only have me in your heart? Then I will feel that my courage is not in vain, and I will also feel that I have finally met the right person."

"But what's going on now? What the hell is going on?"

"sorry."

I can only say that.

Do you need reason in love?

In my opinion, it is needed, it is so pure and so beautiful. If I deceive her now and then enjoy her for a while, what will happen? Then we will fall in love and even live together. There is so much difference between us. Will such a relationship really make her feel happy?

Won't.

But I want to be with her again.
Chapter completed!