awkward

The scene of a bullet piercing through the air and resolutely piercing his forehead flashed by in front of his eyes, and the blood splashed wantonly, making his feet go weak without warning.

Gu Huai was sweating all over his body, staggered after walking a few steps, leaned forward and fell to the ground after a while.

The policeman next to him supported him, seeing his dull expression, couldn't help but push him brutely, "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Gu Huai was stunned, his eyes were blank, he was dragged for a few steps, and then he didn't move again.

"Hey, why does he look stupid."

The leading police force frowned, and said in a low voice: "I guess I was frightened, you carry him away."

The other two had dissatisfaction on their faces, but they still followed the order.

"Captain Zhou, this kid attempted to kill on purpose, is it as serious as being shot?"

"Article 230 of the "Criminal Law" stipulates that the crime of intentional homicide shall be punished with death, life imprisonment, or fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years. I have seen his case, which belongs to serious circumstances."

"The victim was just lying in the hospital with a broken leg, so it shouldn't be a death sentence."

"It depends on how the judge decides when the time comes."

With the sound of footsteps walking away, with the sound of the engine starting, a few people drove away in the police car not long after.

Four weeks unexpectedly began to quiet down.

In the huge villa, there was only one person left.

The man was taciturn, and stood alone at the door for a long time without any movement. He just lowered his head and looked at the cold floor, his eyes filled with abyss-like darkness that stretched beyond the horizon.

"Actually, the person you like has always been Ye Mu."

It was obviously a casual remark from the other party, maybe it was out of revenge, maybe out of anger, or maybe just to confuse the public, but for some reason it kept ringing in my ears over and over again.

Thoughts were entwined like thousands of threads, making him breathless with chest tightness, and every breath felt extremely laborious.

A cloud of irritability flashed across Yan Chen's fair and handsome face. He dragged his shoes and went to the cabinet in the kitchen, took out a bottle of red wine, poured it into a glass and drank it.

The liquid lingered on the tip of his tongue, and then passed through his throat, bringing a bitter taste, which was not very good, but he continued to sip it tirelessly.

The winter north wind was blowing, and the door lock of the underground wine cellar was blown shut and opened again, making an annoying sound.

Yan Chen's long and narrow Danfeng eyes slightly half-closed. For some unknown reason, he walked to the stairs with a little drunkenness and held the hand down.

Since that person left, Gu Huai has redecorated the place, the furniture and walls from before are no longer there, only the underground wine cellar has not been touched much.

No one has been here for a long time, dust is everywhere, and people who choke are crying.

The man coughed a few times, raised his hand half asleep and pushed away.

By the moonlight, you can see that there are red wines from different countries and years in the cellar. In addition, there is also a large glass jar filled with fragrant wine.

Yan Chen felt dizzy and might fall to the floor at any moment, but he still managed to walk over, opened the small slot and poured himself a drink.

It stands to reason that he had drunk a lot of wine just now, and his taste buds should be numb, but when he really sipped the red wine in the glass jar, he only felt that it was rich and delicious.

With the familiar taste, the memories of the past also flooded in like a tide.

Vaguely, there was a thin and handsome man waiting for him at the school gate, but he hesitated and never stepped forward.

He turned a blind eye and walked past the man indifferently.

"Wait a minute, Yan Chen."

He glanced sideways at the man, and only replied in a very low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Recently, I brewed a bottle of red wine. I heard from a senior student that you like drinking this kind of wine. Can you help me taste it?"

He frowned slightly, glanced down at the glass bottle in the other's hand, took it open with a cold face and took a sip.

"How is it?" The man's eyebrows are clear and sharp, and there is a little calmness and indifference in the dark eyes, matched with the camphor tree in summer, it is surprisingly attractive.

His heart skipped a beat for no reason, but he rejected it subconsciously, looked back slightly, and uttered a few words in disgust, "It's unpalatable."

The man's eyes gradually dimmed, he took back the bottle of wine in silence, turned and left.

He pursed his lips tightly, and for some unknown reason, he stopped the other party, "Hey, we're going to the bar later, let's go together?"

The man's back suddenly froze, and after hesitating, he slowly turned to look at him, a little at a loss, and it took a long time before he replied magnetically, "...OK."

He hummed lightly, and then walked ahead without saying anything more.

It seems that since that day, the man has been looking for him with various reasons for wine tasting. He naturally knew what the man was thinking, but he still acquiesced.

In fact, he has always wanted to tell the other party that the self-brewed red wine is delicious and sweet, much more delicious than those Lafites. He has been picky all the time, just wanting to give the other party more reasons and excuses to come to him.

He cherishes every time he thinks hard, remembers every time he has an expression of expectation, and at the same time sees every time that expression of disappointment in his eyes, and laughs tenderly and dotingly without knowing it.

It's a pity that when he was young, the man's cold eyes, fair skin, and soft hair in the sun no longer belonged to him, and they all became the past, and they will never come back.

Yan Chen's eyes moved slightly, with a dazed look, as if he was really drunk, his feet shook slightly, and he fell down on the floor with a bang.

The pain made him wake up for a moment, and he opened his eyes slightly, and what came into his sight was a line of words written on the bottom of the glass jar: To my favorite Yan Chen

It means that this tank of red wine is brewed for him alone.

"Favorite?" The man lay on the cold stone floor, chewing these two words carefully, a trace of bitterness and remorse unexpectedly appeared in his black pupils.

There was a deep mark on his eyebrows, he bent over and curled up in a corner, and fell into a deep sleep with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

For the next three or four days, he didn't go anywhere, and locked himself in the small, sealed and dark wine cellar like a trapped animal. He got drunk every day, fell asleep when he was drunk, and drank again after waking up. .

I'm afraid no one would have thought that the executive president and director of the all-powerful LOTTO company would be so depressed.

He turned off his phone and let himself fully immersed in the self-abuse cycle, he didn't want to admit it, and he didn't want to face the truth.

It would be great if alcohol could make people obsessed and erase all memories, then he wouldn't be so wandering and suffering now.

He doesn't know if he really likes Ye Mu, but he knows that since leaving that person, his life has become lonely and monotonous, and he will miss that person from time to time, and hope to have him by his company and hope that he can be by his side.

An occasional one-sentence text message or email can also make his mood a little bit better after a gloomy day.

He misses him so much, thinking crazily, is this liking, is this love? He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand, who can tell him the answer.

The man just lay down in the wine bottle and got drunk for five consecutive days and five nights. The stubble on his chin had grown green, and his eyes were severely sunken, with deep dark circles and messy hair. The whole person is no longer as handsome as before.

The home phone in the living room rang suddenly, and no one but his father knew the number.

Yan Chen wiped his face in embarrassment, got up crookedly, knelt down beside the sofa all the way, and picked it up.

"Dad." The voice was low and dry, as ugly as a tear.

"What are you doing! The company has been blown up recently, so many documents are waiting for you to approve, where are you going crazy! If you don't want to do the Song Shi project, just terminate the contract with them, don't drag others, make trouble Old Song has been calling me all day long to bother me, have you heard all I've told you?"

On the other end of the phone, Yan Henan almost gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

Yan Chen slid his Adam's apple, pursed his lower lip several times, trying to make his voice less vicissitudes, "Dad, I'm going to the hospital to see a patient today, and I'll return to the company tomorrow."

Yan Henan looked worried, "What is more important than the company, do you know how much money you will lose if you miss a day at the company?"

Yan Chen closed his eyes wearily, "Enough, I'm very tired, I have something to say after I finish watching him."

Yan Henan frowned, and was about to say something when he hung up the phone with a bang, and smashed the teacup angrily.

This unworthy son!