Three months of acquaintance with Mr.

Since I came back from the night market last time, I haven't had any personal contact with Mr. He for nearly a month.

Mr. He seems to be very busy recently.Whether it is a school or a company.

That's right, Mr. He doesn't seem to have given up on the company.

job plans.In addition, I have to help review the school-leaving internship reports that the senior students have typed one after another.

I didn't take the initiative to disturb Mr. He, but I got used to looking down from the window every day after getting up.

I don't know why, but I've been feeling really sick lately.My heartbeat is always inexplicably fast, and I still feel difficult to breathe from time to time, and my body feels extremely tired.At the beginning, I just thought that I was too tired to sort out the materials recently, and it would be good to take a proper rest.

I finally found time to go to the hospital.

The class organized a party.No doubt I shrugged off.Maybe everyone is used to my similar operations and didn't react too much.

But I didn't know that the professor and Mr. He were also on the invitation list.

At ten o'clock in the evening, I was woken up by the phone ringing.I rubbed my eyes with one hand and covered my heart with the other.

I slowed down for a while, and finally didn't call an ambulance.

But I missed that call.

However, the call came again.I press the answer button.

Mr. He was written on the call reminder, but his voice was not on the other end of the phone.

"Excuse me, are you Song Yijin?"

"I am. What's the matter?"

"Mr. He is drunk, and we don't know where he lives. Ask him, and he keeps saying your name. Can you come and take Mr. He back to take care of him now?"

I hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Then do you know the contact information of Mr. He's family or friends?"

"I don't know. Mr. He's phone is locked with a password. We called to ask because some classmates saw you walking very close to Mr. He and he called your name."

"Okay, please tell me the address, I'll go there right away."

Mr. He is drunk!How much did Mr. He drink?I subconsciously thought Mr. He was a good drinker.

In fact, as long as I deny knowing Mr. He, I don't have to pick him up.Anyway, they wouldn't let Mr. He live on the streets.

But I am worried about Mr. He.What if you encounter some bad guys?What's more, I have already gone out now, and it is useless to say anything.

Well, I admit I'm just making excuses for myself.

I want to see Mr. He again.

I took a taxi and went to the place the other party said on the phone.

My mind is full of one thing: Mr. He pronounced my name when he was drunk.Maybe even pronounced my nickname.

The taxi stops outside a restaurant.I paid the driver, opened the door and got out of the car.

When I got to the private room, there were not many people in the room.

The rest of the room was no doubt some drunk unconscious alcoholic.

I saw Mr. He leaning on the sofa at a glance.

After saying hello, I took Mr. He away.

I do not have the contact information of Mr. He's family and relatives.I also don't worry about leaving Mr. He alone in the hotel overnight.

So I decided to take Mr. He home.Even if I have to sleep on the sofa because I have no time to clean up the guest room.

Mr. He is a bit heavy for me.I supported him and waited for the car on the side of the road.

Maybe because he was woken up by the evening wind, Mr. He began to be dishonest.

"Hey, Mr. He, don't move." Mr. He's head left my shoulder, his hands and feet became unrestrained, and he began to break free from my embrace.

I couldn't stabilize myself for a while, and Mr. He staggered.Fortunately, he didn't fall.

"Wow." Mr. He bent over and vomited.I silently apologize to the sanitation workers.

I waved to the taxi.

"Mr. He, be more obedient. You will be home soon."

"There is a plastic bag under the seat, so don't let him spit it out in the car." The driver warned.

"Okay, thank you. Please go..." I gave my home address.

Mr. He just leaned in my arms and struggled a few times from time to time.

When passing the speed bump, the car bumped a bit.Mr. He hummed a few times indiscriminately.

How did you drink it like this? It hurts your body so much.

"Ajin...Ah...Ajin."

"I'm here."

"Ajin, Ajin."

"I'm here. I'm here, Mr. He." Mr. He seemed to be talking in his sleep.

"Mr. He, do you want to say something? I'm listening."

"Don't call me Mr. He." There was still a hint of grievance in Mr. He's tone.

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

"Brother." Mr. He lazily said a word.

"Melon? Mr. He, do you want to eat melon? Wouldn't it be good to eat it tomorrow? The fruit shops should be closed."

Mr. He seemed to have fainted again.

It's normal to automatically ignore what a drunk person says.

As an adult man, Mr. He is still very heavy.

I opened the car door and helped Mr. He upstairs.

I don't know why Mr. He, who was very good just now, suddenly became uncooperative.

Mr. He began to move randomly.

In order to prevent Mr. He from falling, I had to try my best to control him.

I supported Mr. He and went upstairs in a daze.

Mr. He almost stuck his whole body on me.

"Mr. He, don't hug me too tightly. I can't breathe." I said to Mr. He who was holding my neck as if he was going to strangle me.

"Ah."

Mr. He agreed to me superficially, but his hands were still so hard.

"It should be red." I thought to myself.

I took a hand out of my pocket and tried my luck with the keys.My other hand was tightly held by Mr. He, so I couldn't take out my mobile phone to illuminate it.

Fortunately, because of Mr. He's good luck, I managed to open the door lock without trying a few times.

I don't know how long it took me to walk the more than 40 steps on these two floors.

But I know I'm sweating profusely when I get home.

My heart was beating fast and even had mild pain.Even when Mr. Fuga went upstairs, he took a few steps to rest for a while.

I put Mr. He on the sofa and prepared to get myself a glass of water.

Probably because I used too much force, Mr. He moved a few times indiscriminately.

As soon as I picked up the cup on the coffee table near the sofa, I was grabbed by Mr. He and pulled into his arms.

"Mr. He, don't do this."

Mr. He forced a kiss on me! ! !

"He Xian... um." I patted Mr. He weakly, hoping he would let me go.

Time seemed to stand still.

If I could choose when I end my own life.

I hope it is this time.

Fortunately, Mr. He didn't really want me to die of suffocation.

After a long time, Mr. He finally let go of me.

"Mr. He, you... you." I don't know how to question why a drunkard kissed me forcefully.

My heart beat faster than before.I even feel like I'm going to get sick.

The last remnants of my sanity tell me that I must get out of here at once.I'm not sure I can prevent everything that shouldn't happen.

There are too many uncontrollable factors.

I must panic and flee.I can't think of a better solution than this.

I stumbled and ran out without closing the door.

People who didn't know thought it was me who was drunk and not the person lying on the sofa.

The huge living room was pitch black, and there was a little charm in the air.

The person lying on the sofa closed his eyes and said a word to the empty house except himself.

"Ajin, I love you."

The person on the sofa fell into a deep sleep after saying a word.

But no one knew what he said.

I went downstairs in a panic.He took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, took out a dry pill and swallowed it.

I sat on a bench in the community and calmed down quietly.

The scene just now kept replaying in my mind.

I don't know if Mr. He was on a whim or something else.

But I hope Mr. He is the former.Because if it weren't for this, I would complain about my fate to the air again after many years.

I know it shouldn't, and it doesn't make sense.

Things that cannot change the ending should not start.

Even if I have money, it is impossible to successfully check into any legitimate hotel without any documents.

I don't even have a relative or friend to stay in such a big city.

I have nowhere to go.

But I didn't think about that at the time.

I looked at a piece of paper that was brought out when I took the medicine.

In the end I chose to open it up and watch it again to give myself up.

By the way, that piece of paper is the result of the reexamination that my attending doctor informed me that I just picked it up today.

My condition worsened.