Ye Luo Zhiqiu

On the other end of the phone, Zheng Yuan put down the phone, sighed, checked, looked at the phone, hesitated, with complicated eyes in his eyes, and finally didn't press it.

Lit a cigarette, stood up, looked out of the window quietly, a cool breeze came in, Zheng Yuan didn't notice it.

In an instant, the figure seemed to be eternal...

Yang Yong felt that he had slept for a long time, and when he woke up, it was completely dark.

Lying on the ground, looking up, through the window, a faint fluorescent light shines in.

Yang Yong was in a daze.

Uncle Ma...

Thinking of that fat man's face, thinking of his gentle look, anxious look, and anxious eyes.

Only then did he realize that Ma Jun's every move had already been reflected in his mind.

Wearing his own pajamas, his body is fat and the pajamas are torn, revealing the naive look when he was a big bird, the blushing when he was ashamed, and the look of lying on the sofa after eating, pretending to be a rascal, and then the remorseful look when he was found cheating , the tenderness shown when holding her...

All kinds of appearances were played back deeply in Yang Yong's mind, like a fleeting image, and finally frozen in one of the pictures.

——Ma Jun roguely lay on Yang Yong's body, smirked, and stretched out his hand to pinch Yang Yong.

A smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and tears dripped silently.

After a long time, Yang Yong slowly got up and sat on the bed.

It turned out that I cared so much about Ma Jun.Open your mouth, silent.

Numbness, and no severe heartache.

Yang Yong suddenly wanted to drink. Only when he was drunk could he abandon this pain and escape from it.

I dare not accept this fact, but the reality is so cruel.

Get up, take two staggered steps, hold on to the door, push the door open, and leave.

Following the memory, Yang Yong came to the gay bar.

On the street, there is still the atmosphere of the Spring Festival, celebration and joy.

Yang Yong smiled wryly, sure enough, he was out of tune with this kind of atmosphere.

Take a few steps quickly, look up, the bar is still open.

Push the door in.

Maybe it is still the first month, people rarely enjoy this kind of leisure, there are more people here, at a glance, there are more people in the hall, sitting in twos and threes, drinking wine and chatting leisurely.

Seeing Yang Yong come in, some people looked up and looked at Yang Yong with amazement.

Yang Yong looked around with a blank expression on his face, and finally, there was a table in the corner, which was empty.

Walk over quickly and sit down.

Order the waiter to serve the wine.

Soon, the waiter brought the wine and left silently.

He unscrewed the bottle, raised his head, and gulped it down.

Xu Shi drank too fast, Yang Yong coughed violently, his nose became sore, and tears rolled in his eyes.

'cough cough cough cough'

Bowed his head, coughed hard, tears fell, Yang Yong quickly wiped them.

Feeling better, I looked up, picked up the bottle, and continued to drink.

The people around stopped talking and looked at Yang Yong quietly.

There were those who were interested, whispering in twos and threes, and there were bystanders who watched the scene indifferently.

No wonder people see it that way.

From the moment Yang Yong came in, he went straight to the table, ordered the waiter to serve the wine, and then drank it from the bottle, which was obviously abnormal.

Also, this table...

Someone recognized Yang Yong, and immediately whispered to the person next to him.

"He is Brother Shan's friend!"

"No wonder, that table was reserved by Brother Shan, and most people can't sit there!"

"..."

The people around were whispering, Yang Yong didn't seem to hear it, maybe he did, but it's none of his business.

He raised his head, took a few sips, and a bottle of wine was drunk.

Open the second bottle and keep drinking.

Soon, Yang Yong drank three bottles.

At this time, the entire bar hall was silent, looking at Yang Yong.

Unknown eyes flickered in some people's eyes, quietly.

Yang Yong was immersed in his own memories alone, completely unaware of everything around him.

Thinking about all kinds of things about Ma Jun, and thinking about today, I learned the bad news.

For a moment, Yang Yong wanted to cry loudly, but reason prevented him from crying.

But the tears couldn't stop after all, and fell down.

Who said drinking to drown your sorrows?I'm afraid it's even more worrying to drown my sorrows with wine!

Unless completely drunk.

After the fourth bottle was finished, Yang Yong lay on the table, his body was weak, and his body was supported by his arms.He put his head on the table, tilted his head, and his eyes were blurred.

It turns out that even being drunk can't resist the pain in my heart.

Tired, silent stream.

Yang Yong suddenly laughed. He thought of Wang Jian. If Wang Jian hadn't come to Yantai, or if he had been tougher at that time, wouldn't this kind of thing have happened?

Yumei's arrival was unexpected, so that he came to Yantai after Yumei left, but it was too late.

I didn't even see Uncle Ma for the last time.

Yang Yong cried, his heart was in a tearing pain, and his whole body felt a kind of depressive pain, and he couldn't breathe.

Breathing heavily, wanting to laugh, my heart is crying.

It turns out that this is a bitch?As expected, I was a cheap person, and this is the price of being cheap.

Hahaha……

Lying on the table, Yang Yong's body twitched, and outsiders couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.

door, pushed open.

When the figure walked in, he noticed something strange in an instant. It seemed that everyone was looking at that corner.

The visitor frowned.

At this time, some people turned their heads and saw the person coming, and immediately stopped talking.

Walking two steps quickly, facing the eyes of everyone, I saw a figure lying on the table in the corner.

Frowning, walked over.

As he got closer, he was surprised to see clearly the person lying on the table.

"Ayong?"

Hearing this, Yang Yong raised his head and looked at the person coming through his bewildered eyes.

"You are?" Yang Yong's eyes were dull and blurred, and he could only roughly tell that the person who came was not very fat, but in his own memory, he did not recognize this person.

"You forgot me again!" The visitor smiled and sat opposite Yang Yong, frowned when he saw the four empty wine bottles on the table.

"Don't drink so much!" The voice was light, but there was a trace of concern.

Yang Yong finally came back to his senses, there was a trace of clarity in his eyes, and he looked at the person opposite.

"Xiao Shan?"

"It's rare that you still remember me!" It was Xiao Shan who came, and upon hearing Yang Yong's words, he gave Yang Yong a blank look, and lit a cigarette straight away.

Yang Yong smiled, opened a bottle of wine, poured it into two cups, and pushed one cup towards Xiao Shan.

Xiao Shan stared at Yang Yong intently, for a long time, he suddenly spoke, his voice was a little erratic, and came to Yang Yong's ears.

"Are you in trouble?"

Yang Yong was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Xiao Shan.

"Every time I come here, I can see you drinking so much wine. At the beginning, you reminded me to drink less!" Xiao Shan stared at Yang Yong, especially the half glass of wine that had already been drunk.

"You still come every day?" Yang Yong asked.

Hearing this, Xiao Shan shrugged, noncommittal, and gracefully flicked the cigarette ash.

Yang Yong lowered his head.

"Come on, what's the matter with you two?" Xiao Shan smiled, with a glint in his eyes.

Yang Yong smiled wryly, what's wrong?Uncle Ma left, what do you say?

"It's okay!" Shaking his head, he picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.

Stomach swells and burps.

"Every time you say it's okay, what happened in the end?" Xiao Shan chuckled, shook his head, and flicked the soot.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it!" Picking up the cup, he took a sip.

Yang Yong smiled and poured a glass of wine silently.

Xiao Shan stopped talking suddenly, and Yang Yong couldn't stand it. Last time, Xiao Shan asked, and Yang Yong also told him. This time, Xiao Shan didn't ask, and Yang Yong didn't open his mouth either.

Drink another glass of wine.

Pour on.

After drinking, pour it up.

Xiao Shan looked at Yang Yong quietly, there was still half a glass of wine on the table next to him!

Finally, Yang Yong was drunk, a trace of wine flowed out of the poured glass, and he lay down on the table with half of his face pressed against the table.

Lighting another cigarette, Xiao Shan smoked quietly.

At this time, no one paid attention to the surroundings. Those who watched the excitement, at this point, also left. There were only people in twos and threes, most of whom were sitting alone at a table like Yang Yong.

It was very late, past eleven o'clock.

Xiao Shan seemed to be caught in memory, the smoke was quietly held between his two fingers, burning slowly, curling green smoke, scattered in all directions.

After a long time, he threw away the cigarette, looked at Yang Yong, stood up, paid the bill, half supported Yang Yong, and left the bar.

Putting Yang Yong into the car, Xiao Shan breathed a sigh of relief, sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and left.

In the night, a touch of black, slowly driving into the darkness.