The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

"Rules, principles, bottom line..." Ouyang Lin stared at the glass in his hand and muttered a few words to himself, raised his head and smiled, and said, "Sorry, I'm drunk, let's go out and sober up."

"I don't know what's wrong with this Ouyang today. He speaks without thinking, high or low, Zhou Ju should not be as knowledgeable as him." Chen Wenjun said angrily after his back was closed by the door.

"It's okay, maybe I'm just happy and a little outspoken." Zhou Bin said lightly: "Wang Xiaohuo, follow me out and have a look!"

Wang Xiaohuo responded and walked out of the private room quickly.

The waiter standing at the door said that he was heading towards the bathroom, and after asking for the exact location, Wang Xiaohuo hurriedly chased after him.

When he came to the door of the bathroom, Wang Xiaohuo was a little hesitant, not knowing how to speak next, although he didn't know why he lost his composure suddenly, but from the way he talked to himself, it was obvious that something touched his sore spot, what was it?

Pushing the door open, Ouyang Lin was standing in front of the mirror on the sink in a daze. Hearing the movement, he glanced at Wang Xiaohuo through the mirror and asked, "Why didn't you stay with the guests inside, why did you come out?"

At this moment, Ouyang Lin's face was covered with water stains. Although he tried his best to cover it up, Wang Xiaohuo could still keenly catch a trace of sadness in his eyes. For some reason, there was an inexplicable tremor in his heart, and he replied softly: "Director Zhou asked me to follow up with you." from."

"Why did I let you out again?"

"You are suddenly like this, everyone is worried." Wang Xiaohuo said quietly.

Ouyang Lin wiped off the remaining drops of water on his face, and said in a relaxed tone: "They like to make a big fuss, but it's also my fault that I didn't grasp the rhythm and drank too much at the beginning. Drunk, talking incoherently and making fools of myself, I had no choice but to run out and wash my face to get rid of the alcohol, now I'm much better."

During the conversation, Wang Xiaohuo kept paying attention to his eyes, but Ouyang Lin dodged a little, so how could Wang Xiaohuo listen to his explanation, and it was not easy to ask, so he just stared at him silently.

"Did you not wipe off the water on your face?" Ouyang Lin was flustered by his stare.

Wang Xiaohuo turned around, turned his back to him and said, "Manager, although I can't help you, I am willing to be an audience."

There was silence behind him for a while, Ouyang Lin patted his shoulders twice, and he said, "Thank you."

"No need." Wang Xiaohuo said in a low voice, then lowered his head and walked out.

The two were only a few steps apart, Ouyang Lin didn't rush up, and Wang Xiaohuo didn't deliberately make room for him to go to the front. When they came to the door of the private room, they stopped and said, "Manager first."

Ouyang Lin didn't back down, so he quickened his pace and passed by him.

There was a gust of wind, but there was no scent of soap that he was familiar with in his nose, only the strong smell of alcohol. Wang Xiaohuo felt sour for no reason, and turned his face away to move away.

The lights in the room were still on, but the atmosphere was much duller. It turned out that Zhou Bin also left the table shortly after Wang Buhuo went out to find Ouyang Lin.

Seeing Ouyang Lin coming in, Chen Wenjun immediately stood up from his chair and complained to him: "Ouyang, look at what you have done, you made a few inexplicable words out of nowhere, now that Zhou Ju is gone, it's no fun to drink this wine .”

"The leader is gone, don't we have more fun drinking?" Ouyang Lin said indifferently.

"If you can enjoy yourself, we don't have that leisure time. I have to leave beforehand."

"Everything is my fault, today is not counted, and I will make up for it another day as an apology." Ouyang Lin did not insist.

Chen Wenjun looked him up and down, and said helplessly: "Actually, there is no point between us. I am most afraid that Zhou Ju will feel embarrassed. I will take some time to accompany him face to face, so as not to hurt the friendship with a few words. .”

"I know, I know." Ouyang Lin nodded in agreement.

Chen Wenjun was about to leave, and the others present naturally stood up and said goodbye together, so the meal ended in this mutual embarrassment.

After sending them to the door, Ouyang Lin didn't follow them downstairs. After they all left the room and only he and Wang Xiaohuo were left, he sat back to his original position, raised his glass and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth. .

Wang Xiaohuo quietly sat next to him, and waited for his third glass of wine to persuade him: "Manager, don't drink."

Ouyang Lin had a gloomy face, holding the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other, wanting to pour wine again.

"I'm really going to get drunk if I drink any more!" Wang Xiaohuo said, grabbing his hand holding the wine bottle.

"Leave me alone!" Ouyang Lin said under his breath.

"Really don't drink it!" Wang Xiaohuo said distressedly.

"Why do you care about me?" Ouyang Lin roared with red eyes.

Wang Xiaohuo was very close to him, and at the same time he opened his mouth to get angry, a strong smell of alcohol sprayed from his mouth to his face, for a moment he couldn't help it, his eyes were stinging from the smoke, and he didn't dare to open the wine lightly Bottle, so I had to squeeze my eyelids hard, and said: "I am not qualified, but I can't bear to see you like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt Ouyang Lin's hand tremble violently, then he turned his face and looked at Wang Xiaohuo blankly, his eyes became more and more red, his lips were tightly closed and his cheeks trembled uncontrollably, a teardrop dripped from the corner of his eye Get out.

Wang Xiaohuo asked in fear: "Manager, don't cry, what happened?"

Ouyang Lin bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, and let go of his hand fiercely. The wine bottle was held by Wang Xiaohuo, but the moment he opened his hand, the wine glass fell on the edge of the table and rolled a few times. It fell to the ground with a bang, cracked and shattered.With the cup breaking, he threw himself onto the table, buried his head in his arms and sobbed.

His crying was as dull as the sound of an engine, but it was so sad, it reached Wang Xiaohuo's ears, and he couldn't help the corners of his eyes from being moist and hurt from his heart.Hesitatingly stretched out his arms to wrap his arm around his shrugging shoulders, Wang Xiaohuo persuaded softly: "Tell me if you feel depressed, I can't help you with other things, but at least I can be a heartfelt listener."

Ouyang Lin's shoulders are broad, strong and very warm. At this time, Wang Xiaohuo seems to feel the powerlessness and coldness in his heart when he is hugged in his arms. With every time he sobs, the short black hair on the back of his head and the fair skin on his neck fluctuate slightly under his eyes. , just like weeping willows by the pool pulling up the lake surface, even pulling out Wang Xiaohuo's already restless heart.

Since the beginning of this book is a bit boring, I have been struggling recently. However, love itself is a long-term thing. Love at first sight may be more attractive, but it is not long-lasting and unforgettable.

I will continue to update "Love, Go On" in the evening. It has been on for a long time, and some things must be straightened out.

——Sycamore Yin