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At the wine party organized by Wang Ziyang, the friends I often meet are getting married on Sunday.

The wedding banquet is at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, I was supposed to be there, but yesterday I heard Fan Yuejiao talking about it, and then I realized that Zhao Kuanyi was also invited.It turned out that the bride's father had business dealings with him and had a very close relationship, so he should be treated as a guest of honor.

The wedding invitations from both sides were sent half a month ago, Zhao Kuanyi never mentioned it, and neither did I.It's a small thing, and it's nothing.He didn't necessarily know that I had a relationship with the groom.

There are too many friends who have hooked up with Wang Ziyang.One leads the other, A, B, C and D are mixed together and they may not know each other, so everyone looks for Wang Ziyang.

Wang Ziyang is a formidable person, he never gets confused, and friends who are not related to each other will not get together.If I hadn't known Zhao Kuanyi early in the morning, it would have been very rare to see him at Wang Ziyang's venue.

Zhao Kuanyi and I did not meet yesterday, nor did we speak on the phone.

Not seeing each other for a day, not talking on the phone is not uncommon.No matter how much you like, you don't have to be tired of being together all the time.

Fan Yuejiao has always been competent, and will definitely tell Zhao Kuanyi the details of attending the tea party; he should know, and I will also attend the wedding banquet on Sunday.

I didn't expect to go out with him.It's not uncommon for them to meet at a dinner party without an agreement before.

Before going out, Zhao Kuanyi suddenly called.

He said: "Don't drive, let's go together, I have a driver."

I smiled and said yes.

The groom's net worth is not as high as that of the bride's, but it's not shallow either. The relatives and friends of both parties need a total of [-] seats.The guests all have backgrounds, and the karmic creditors will inevitably gather together, thanks to the well-planned planning of the wedding consultant company; it can be seen that the location arrangement has been carefully planned, and the atmosphere inside and outside the venue is harmonious.

I arrived with Zhao Kuanyi, but the tables were not together.

As soon as he entered the banquet living room, Zhao Kuanyi was stopped by an acquaintance to speak.I was seated first with the receptionist, and just as I was chatting with the people at the same table, I saw that Wang Ziyang and his wife had also arrived.

They sit at the same table as me.Perhaps there was an awkward situation, and the expressions of the two of them were not very good, a little abrupt amidst the joy.I am not familiar with Mrs. Wang. Before they got married, I only saw their appearance in magazines or celebrity reports.

At this time, she ignored the people at the same table, sat down, and looked at her mobile phone.Wang Ziyang glanced unhappily, but didn't say anything, just came to say hello to us.He forgot what he said when he was drunk last morning.

As the wedding progressed, the atmosphere became more joyful and the wine became more enjoyable.

I didn't think of drinking to soothe my sorrows, because I couldn't talk about it at all.It's a very good wine. It's a pity not to drink more.

I didn't meet Zhao Kuanyi outside the hotel until I left.

He has never been able to drink while entertaining, and it is the same today, there is no hint of alcohol on his face.On the contrary, I let the wind blow, and I felt even more ashamed.

My eyes were dazzled, and I quickly borrowed Zhao Kuanyi's arm to help.

Instead of pushing me away, he came to give me a hand and asked, "How many drinks have you had?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said with a hippie smile: "How can I count them?"

Zhao Kuanyi frowned slightly, looked at me, and said nothing.

Fortunately, his driver came quickly.

When I got in the car, I leaned on the back of the car seat, tilted my head, and watched the flashing scenes outside the car window.

There is music playing in the car, pure music, I don't know what it is.Presumably the driver was listening.I turned my face, and Zhao Kuanyi who was sitting on the side was looking at his mobile phone.

His eyes were lowered, and in the dimly lit car, his expression could not be seen clearly, but he could feel that he was very focused.I suddenly didn't want him to be so focused.

I reached out and pressed his arm.

Zhao Kuanyi immediately looked at it.

I said: "The content of the weekly magazine is too messy."

Zhao Kuanyi was silent for a while before answering, he turned his face away, "It's not like that."

I watched him quietly.I don't expect him to have an explanation.He never explained, never admitted, never responded.

Is it the same for me?I struggled to probe, but couldn't open my mouth.I found that I couldn't show any confidence at all.

To ask or not to ask about the details on the photo is not really a question.

Now, how can I find the courage to push him away.

I lowered my eyes, "Yes, it's all like that, writing in a mess, a mess." After a pause, I smiled, and looked at him, "Hey, I can't walk anymore, let's sit at your house first."

Zhao Kuanyi also looked at it, raised his eyebrows, and didn't say yes or no.

The next day, I woke up at his house.

Along with the headache, I could also feel that deep drunken exhaustion.The eve of indulgence, forgetting the sense of proportion - forgetting that today is BlueMonday - going to work.

I lamented to Zhao Kuanyi that I was old, and asked him to try not to play tricks on Sunday nights in the future.He ignored me, tidied up calmly, put on all his clothes, and looked like he was ready to go out.

Fortunately, he is willing to let me stay in bed at his house for a while.

I struggled for a long time, and finally obeyed the inertia and asked for half a day off.

Zhao Kuanyi asked the driver to bring the car back, and I generously enslaved that honest young driver and drove on the road I was used to.

Since I was on leave, I went home.

On the way, I wanted to chat with the driver, but he cherished words like gold and worked hard.I can't help but sigh, no wonder Zhao Kuanyi usually goes out, and the itinerary can be kept so secret.

When I entered the house, I heard the faint voice of conversation.It was the voice of the TV presenter.Probably hearing the door open, sister Xu came out from the hall, seeing that it was me, she was not surprised, she only said that my mother came back last night.

I listened and went to the living room.

Mother was leaning against the edge of the couch, not watching the show, just talking on the phone.Maybe after going to Zen Seven, she gained a certain amount of peace of mind, and her expression was no longer gloomy; seeing me, she seemed to be a little bit happy.

I turn down the volume on the TV.

Mother has hung up the call.She took away the phone, stood up, looked at me and said, "I saw your car when I came back last night, but you were not at home, and I asked your father and didn't know where you were. Why didn't you come back all night?"

I'm not surprised that my father couldn't tell me where I was going, because I never told it.When he went out yesterday, he was not at home.I have no interest in caring where others are.

I said: "I went to have a wedding last night. I took a friend's car, and then I directly stayed at a friend's house."

The mother frowned and said, "Then you must have drunk too much. Will your head hurt? I'll ask Sister Xu to make honey water. You can drink some before going to the company."

I stopped her, "No, I don't drink. I also asked for leave in the morning and went to work in the afternoon."

Mother stopped talking, but she was still standing with her hands clasped in front of her stomach, as if she couldn't make up her mind whether to sit down or not.

I was about to walk away, but when I took a look, I noticed that she was wearing a patterned top in a lighter color today, unlike her usual dark color.

I couldn't say what I thought about this discovery, so I just asked casually: "Didn't you say you won't be home until tonight, why did you come back in time for last night?"

Mother seemed to have just recovered, but she looked at it in a daze, "Oh, the weather on the mountain is not very good."

In a word, the bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth.I don't care too much though.My mother was always thinking about something, in a trance, maybe she didn't hear my question clearly.

Anyway, just ask.I turn away.

My mother came down to stop me, but I was taken aback when I asked.

"Have you met Kuan Yi recently?"

When I look at her, her expression is normal and there is always a trace of sadness.I said, "Why do you ask this?"

The mother paused for a while, "Just a question—then have you met him, recently?"

I guessed what she meant.

However, she never had a chance to recognize one of the friends around me, and she would always ask when she thought of it.She has always had a good impression of Zhao Kuanyi, but she doesn't know that our relationship has changed several times.

Now it is.I was perfunctory with her as always: "Of course I have recently."

Mother chased after him and asked, "Did you have it yesterday?"

I asked patiently, "What are you asking for?"

My mother opened her mouth to me, but she spoke slowly, "It's nothing—it's nothing, oh, I thought of it, he gave me a gift last time, so... should I return it too?" A gift for his mother?" Pause, suddenly cheerful, "I saw a piece of jewelry recently, maybe it can-"

I interrupted: "No need, his mother is very picky, it is better not to send it if it is not good."

The mother was silent for a while, and said: "Then invite him to have a meal? How about it? He hasn't come to our house for a long time, right?"

I feel really irritable.

"What did you ask him for? He's not available."

Mother was silent.

I was also quiet, looked at her face, calmed down, and said, "He has a company to manage, and he has a lot of entertainment, sometimes I may not be able to find him."

"I know, I'm also suggesting, I don't have to ask him to come. Well, you have to rest, I won't tell you more." Mother sighed and walked away.

My emotions were hastily pushed to helplessness.

There was a miasma of smoke in his chest, but he couldn't attack it.There is no end to answering.But sometimes I don't respond, and it seems that I am impatient.With such a mother, nothing a son can do is right.

With this thought, Zhao Kuanyi should really be admired.His mother was more difficult to deal with than mine.

In the afternoon, the vacation is canceled and I enter the office. There are a lot of things waiting to be done.I stick to my post and dare not take a step away from the office.

Secretary Elin came in and out many times.She was wearing a pair of high stiletto shoes, probably very tired from walking, brought coffee, and hinted to me not to take Monday off, let alone half a day, not even an hour.

I laughed: "If there is something unavoidable, can't you please?"

She showed a professional smile and said before going out, "But today is not a last resort."

I looked at her back and sighed.It's all because it was too difficult to wake up in the morning, and I accidentally revealed the real reason for asking for leave.A hangover is a very sinful reason for a man.

There are still more than two hours before I get off work. If I procrastinate and don’t finish it, it’s okay to hinder myself from getting off work. If I hinder others, I may not have a good cup of coffee tomorrow.

I continue to look through the files.I stopped after turning a page, because I suddenly thought of the conversation I had with my mother in the morning.

I couldn't concentrate on it for a while, so I just smoked a cigarette.

Frankly, I'm actually not too worried.Mother should not think of a deep layer.Besides, Zhao Kuanyi has never been to the house for many years.

Sometimes, on some social occasions, my mother accompanied my father, and occasionally met Zhao Kuanyi.Regardless of whether my relationship with him was close or not, he and his mother were polite at best, and could not talk for a few words, maybe he talked more with his father.

I thought about it and took my phone.

The other end rang for a while before picking up.Zhao Kuanyi calmly asked me what I wanted to do.

I said, "I want to treat you to dinner—but it's not me, it's my mother."

Zhao Kuanyi remained silent.I added: "She mentioned it to me in the morning, and I want to thank you for the set of jewelry you sent back last time. She likes your eyes very much."

Zhao Kuanyi said: "It's just a little meaning, no need. Besides, it was originally a thank you gift."

I smiled and said, "What if she insists on thanking you? She said she would invite you to her home for dinner."

Zhao Kuanyi said lightly: "You can thank her for her kindness for me."

I laughed, "Well then, you don't have to eat with my mother, but have dinner with her son."

Zhao Kuanyi said directly: "Not tonight."

I snorted and said, "Oh, that's a pity, I just can't do it either."

"I have to hang up." Zhao Kuanyi only said.

"Well, hang up." I said.

Soon, the other end disconnected without hesitation.

I smoked all the cigarettes, and I couldn't figure out what I felt for a while, but I probably just smoked hard, and I felt a little suffocated.I let out a deep breath.

Looking at the table full of documents, I thought, it's better not to delay people's time to get off work.