leaving marks

As an excellent driver, Song Wenran has always followed the basic principle of not seeing what should not be seen, and not listening to what should not be heard.

However, on the way he drove Bai Chong home, he still heard Bai Chong answering a phone call. The person who called the call should be the woman Bai Chong is dating tonight.

Bai Chong is apologizing to the other party, saying that tonight was delayed due to an emergency in the hospital, and he hopes to make up for it next time.

The person on the phone didn't know what to say.

Then Song Wenran heard Bai Chong say: "Forget about tonight, it's too late, you should go back and rest early." After that, there was a simple "um" and "ok", and then hung up the phone.

After finishing the call, Bai Chong raised his head back and closed his eyes wearily.

Song Wenran noticed it from the rearview mirror, so he reached out and turned on the music on the car, chose to play Bai Chong's favorite lyric song, and turned the volume down very low.

Bai Chong leaned on the back of the chair without moving, his eyes were still closed, but the corners of his mouth curled up in complicated emotions.

Arriving in front of the Bai family villa, Bai Chong opened the door and did not get out of the car in a hurry. He asked Song Wenran, "Are you interested in going in for a drink?"

Song Wenran glanced at the time, a little surprised, "It's so late."

Bai Chong said: "I think I may not be able to sleep for a short time, and I want to find a friend to accompany me for a drink."

Song Wenran's hands were still on the steering wheel. He wanted to say "but I'll drive later", but he was probably touched by Bai Chong's "friend", so he didn't say the refusal, but nodded ,"All right."

When Bai Chong entered the room, the nanny came out of the room to greet her. Bai Chong said to her: "It's late, rest, and leave me alone."

The nanny still poured Bai Chong a glass of warm water before going back to her room with her clothes on.

Song Wenran parked the car and came in, feeling a burst of warmth instantly.The villa is equipped with underfloor heating, which can be turned on all winter, which is considered a luxury for southerners.

He saw the light on the other side of the dining room, so he took off his coat and walked in that direction wearing only his shirt. When he got closer, he saw that the light was on at a small bar next to the dining room, and Bai Chong was sitting in the bar. , was raising his hand to loosen the tie, then unbuttoned the cuff buttons and rolled up the sleeves of the shirt a little.

Song Wenran suddenly remembered the Christmas present he bought for Bai Chong, which was still in his coat pocket.

Bai Chong said to him, "Sit down, what would you like to drink?"

Song Wenran sat down on the high stool outside the bar, looked up at the wine cabinet behind Bai Chong, and asked, "What kind of wine do you have?"

Bai Chong moved the stool under him around half a circle, and went to look at his wine cabinet, and said, "Red wine, white wine, vodka, whiskey, all kinds of mess. By the way, there is beer in the kitchen refrigerator."

Song Wenran put his hands on the bar, clasped his fingers, and said, "Actually, I don't understand. I used to only drink liquor and beer, mainly beer."

Bai Chong turned around, looked at him and smiled, "It's so late, and there's no appetizers, white wine and beer are not suitable, why don't you try red wine, or I'll make you a cocktail?"

"You know how to mix wine?" Song Wenran felt that Bai Chong seemed to know many things.

Bai Chong opened the wine cabinet, found out the shaker and juicer, and put them on the bar. He said, "When I was young, there was a period of time when I had a strong desire to learn about many things."

Song Wenran looked at him with a focused expression.

Bai Chong glanced at Song Wenran, and quickly turned his eyes away. He picked up the shaker and touched it, "My family was very poor when I was young. When I was with Ziqi's mother, I worked hard to think about it. To abandon the past and integrate into the life of the so-called upper class."

This was the first time Song Wenran heard Bai Chong mention his past.

Bai Chong looked down at the shaker in his hand, "I learned how to mix, and the name of the first cocktail I learned to make was Bloody Mary. In fact, I don't like the taste of tomato juice very much. I learned this drink purely because of that drink. When you're young, you go after something that catches the eye."

Speaking of this, Bai Chong smiled, and he raised his head to look at Song Wenran, "But then I found out that many people don't care whether you belonged to this class in the past, they only care about your current position, and they will also Respect you, be polite to you."

Song Wenran gave a soft "hmm".

"Wen Ran—" Bai Chong called his name suddenly, with some strange emotions.

Song Wenran looked at Bai Chong strangely.

But Bai Chong immediately said, "It's nothing, you're fine."

Song Wenran didn't know what Bai Chong's words meant, he just subconsciously clenched his hands on the bar, feeling a little inexplicably happy because of Bai Chong's emotional praise.

Bai Chong put down the shaker, came out from the bar and walked towards the restaurant, he said, "I'll go and see what's in the refrigerator, and I'll try mixing a glass of wine for you."

Song Wenran watched Bai Chong go to the restaurant and opened the refrigerator in the corner. After a while, he saw Bai Chong come back with a bag of limes and mint leaves.

Bai Chong asked him, "Have you ever had a Mojito?"

Song Wenran shook his head.

"The taste is very refreshing, you can try it," Bai Chong said and went back to the bar, cut the green lemon with a knife, and put it into the juicer.

Song Wenran stared at Bai Chong in a daze, thinking that he was incomparable with a professional bartender, but Bai Chong's movements were quite proficient.

Bai Chong said while squeezing the lime juice: "Later, I was immersed in the professional direction. I didn't have so much time to delve into the life of the so-called upper class, but I still retained some habits. Because people always need to rest. Professional books and scientific research articles, you can do some mechanical and brainless activity adjustments, I think bartending is very good, and you can do it at home by yourself, but it’s a pity that no one drinks it after the bartending.”

Song Wenran nodded slightly.

Bai Chong asked him suddenly: "Do you have any hobbies?"

Song Wenran lowered his eyes, rubbed his thumbs together, hesitated and said, "I actually like boxing quite a bit."

Bai Chongwenyan looked at him and smiled.

Song Wenran said: "I joined the army before I finished high school. When I was a child, my family conditions were not good, and I didn't pay much attention to studying. I didn't have much education, but my physical condition was not bad. I was a soldier and learned Muay Thai for a while, and I thought it was quite useful. talent……"

"That's good too," Bai Chong said, "This society doesn't stipulate what kind of occupation people must engage in, and anyone who is interested can do it."

Song Wenran was a little disappointed, "But I'm past the golden age of being a professional player, and now I can only play it as a hobby."

Bai Chong said, "Can you still be a coach?"

Song Wenran replied: "When I'm free, I will go to the Muay Thai gym to do sparring. Let's talk about it after accumulating some experience."

Bai Chong nodded, turned around and found the rum in the wine cabinet behind him, opened the lid and poured it into a glass with lemon juice, mint leaves and syrup at the bottom.

When Song Wenran took the mojito that Bai Chong had personally adjusted for him, his first reaction was to smell it with his nose.

Bai Chong looked at him with a smile, "How is it?"

"Very fragrant," Song Wenran said.

Bai Chong poured himself a glass of red wine and sat down on the high stool. He held the glass and lightly touched Song Wenran's glass, "Thank you for drinking with me."

Song Wenran didn't know what to say, he just lowered his head and silently took a sip of his wine.

Bai Chong really likes Song Wenran's quiet character, sometimes he doesn't need to listen to others to explain and guide him, he just wants someone to sit with him for a while.

The two of them sat facing each other and finished their drinks in silence.

When Song Wenran put the empty wine glass back on the bar, Bai Chong said to him: "Don't drive after drinking, stay here and rest tonight."

"I can take a taxi," Song Wenran said quickly.

Bai Chong put away the wine glass and sent it to the kitchen. The voice came from afar, "Go upstairs and go to sleep. The guest room is cleaned every day, and the bed is clean and no one has ever slept on it."

Song Wenran found that it was difficult for him to reject Bai Chong's non-discussive tone, so he stood there for a while, and when Bai Chong came out of the kitchen, he could only nod his head.

The nanny had already fallen asleep, so Bai Chong personally took Song Wenran to the upstairs room.

He often came to pick up Bai Chong at home, but he rarely came upstairs. When walking in the corridor on the second floor, Song Wenran suddenly had a bad memory, remembering the first time Bai Ziqi brought him here maliciously.

He followed behind Bai Chong and saw Bai Chong walking towards the guest room where he was locked up that time.

When Bai Chong walked to the door of that room, he paused for less than two seconds, then continued to walk forward and reached the door of another room.

Song Wenran stopped in his tracks.

Bai Chong turned back to look at him, "I'm sorry, did it remind you of some bad things?"

Song Wenran glanced at the closed door, and said after a little hesitation: "I don't want to leave a psychological shadow because of that incident, it's because I have experienced a lot and I have enough ability to bear it. But if Bai Ziqi continues to behave like this Go on, I'm afraid he will make some irreparable mistakes."

Song Wenran wanted to say something to Bai Chong before, but he felt that the relationship between them was not close enough for him to say it.Under the circumstances tonight, he suddenly felt that he should remind Bai Chong a few words.

Bai Chong nodded, "I understand." After speaking, he unscrewed the doorknob and reached out to press the light in the room.

This was another room, smaller and more cosily furnished.This room is next to Bai Chong's bedroom.

Song Wenran followed to the door of the room and saw Bai Chong go in and open the window a crack to blow away the dull air in the room.

"Actually, I later thought about whether it would be better to ask you to call the police that night, but I was not sure if I was cruel enough, and I was not sure if this matter continued to develop, and there would be any worse effects, so after the incident I've been trying my best to appease you, and I hope you don't have the idea of ​​calling the police, even spending money." When Bai Chong said these words, he stood by the window and stared out of the window.

Song Wenran leaned against the door without moving, "I am not the key to the matter, your son is."

Bai Chong turned to look at him, "He was at a rebellious age, surrounded by a group of friends from wealthy families. I once beat him and locked him up. Later, he jumped from the second floor and broke a leg."

Song Wenran was a little surprised, he didn't expect Bai Ziqi's character to be so tough.

Bai Chong said: "Sometimes I feel that the fault is mine, and I really want to correct it, but I have missed those days when he was growing up, and now I want to make up for it, but it is impossible."

Song Wenran frowned slightly, "Maybe I don't speak very well, so don't be angry. If one day, Bai Ziqi really messed up something outside, what will you do then?"

Bai Chong folded his arms on his chest, "So now I send him to live in the school. The school is full of hard-working and studious children from ordinary families. I strictly limit his living expenses and tell him clearly that he has nothing else to do. Choose, or study hard in school. If he has enough courage to run away from school and say he doesn't want to study, I won't stop him, but I won't let him go home. He can do whatever he likes outside. What to do. In the future, he can go to any school he can get into, and go to a junior college, and he can live whatever life he can after graduation. He should not count on me anymore, unless I can see his changes."

Song Wenran thought that alcohol must be at work, and he said, "You are not a responsible father."

Bai Chong sighed suddenly, and smiled wryly, "I have never been."

Song Wenran felt depressed for no reason.

Seeing that he lowered his head and stopped talking, Bai Chong asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Song Wenran said: "I also have an irresponsible father."