Turn the sun into old age

He remembered that a long time ago, his brother was very alcoholic and would lose his temper every time he came home.

That kind of memory was embarrassing and terrifying, and it kept that memory deeply etched in my mind.

At this time, Hua Yi's deep eyes seemed to meet those of many years ago, and the oppressive feeling was gradually released, and it seemed that even the air became difficult to circulate in an instant.

"Yeah." His voice was hoarse and hoarse, and his gaze was still fixed on Huajiao, "Why did you come back so late today?"

Huajiao's breathing eased a lot, and she replied truthfully: "You didn't come to pick me up, you walked back."

"Are you blaming me?" Hua Yi frowned tightly, stood up while supporting the desk, and walked towards him a little unsteadily.

This kind of atmosphere was so familiar to Hua Yi, he couldn't help but took a step back, but this move seemed to be a trigger to trigger Hua Yi's anger.

As soon as the adult male's strong and slender arm was caught, his big hand clasped the back of the boy's neck and pulled him back forcefully.

"I do not have……"

He tried his best to pretend to be calm, but the fingers hanging by his side were trembling.

Hua Yi seemed to be eight points drunk, her steps were not very steady, and her expression was a little slack, but the hand on the back of Hua Yi's neck was so strong that it could not be resisted.

"You look unhappy."

The faces of the two were so close that Hua Gu could smell the strong smell of alcohol coming from him.

He frowned slightly, and said truthfully: "Every time you drink, you become fierce."

Hua Yi tilted her head, like an old TV receiving a signal. It took a long time for her to respond, but she answered an irrelevant question: "Are you still angry that I won't let you keep a distance from that classmate?"

"..."

Knowing that he didn't have any sane left, Hua Yi bowed his head and remained silent. In such an environment, Hua Yi's reactions were all kinds of strange every time, and he couldn't find a really suitable response at all.

If you explain it to him carefully, how can a drunk person have the heart to pay attention to your long-winded speech?In his eyes, it was just a bunch of weak excuses and cover-ups.

But this time, his silence successfully angered Hua Yi, and he shifted the hand clasping his slender neck to the front, and took advantage of the situation to clasp the frail Hua Yi to the wall, and slowly moved up.

Huajiao was startled by the sudden shackles, and then showed an expression of extreme pain like a mouse with its throat stuck.

Unable to catch her breath, she became dizzy for a while, and Hua Yi finally let go.

Like an abandoned dog, he was slammed to the ground by those strong hands, and the numbness spread along his elbows and knees for a moment, and the pain in his throat made him fall on the ground and cough non-stop.

Hua Yi stood right in front of him, squatting in front of him with a pair of slender legs slightly bent, with a slightly drunken face showing a triumphant smile like a naive child, he said in a low voice, word by word slowly: "Even if you are The dog I raised, I have to bury it in the soil with my own hands when I get tired of playing with it, let alone you, my brother."

Because of the severe coughing, Huajiao slightly raised her eyes filled with tears, almost hating the man who stared at her like a snake in front of her.

Seeing this scene, Hua Yi was not angry, and said with a smile on the corner of her lips, "Gana, I can't run away."

After the words fell, the man walked away slowly with leisurely steps, returned to his room and gently closed the door.

After the sound passed, the door opened in the downstairs hall one after another, the stove in the kitchen was turned on with a ding, and the servants began to busy themselves.

Hua Gua leaned on the porch in a daze, turned her head and saw her neck with clear red marks through the glass of the study, her eyes gradually dimmed.