Accidentally made abusive texts into a tyrant

With the help of alcohol anesthesia, Ji Xianyu had a short dream.

He dreamed that when his parents were still in good health—on New Year’s Eve, when the sun was still up, his father would leave work early, and his mother would process a pile of marinated products bought in the morning market in the kitchen at the door.

Although the so-called "Chinese New Year dishes" are cheap and the portions are not large, my father will always drink alcohol, get drunk, and then drag my mother to play cards together. Because there are not enough people, he is often dragged away.

Obviously he doesn't know how to play, but his father waved his hand and said that it doesn't matter, just learn.

Ji Xianyu's learning ability is really strong. After losing two rounds, he figured out the rules, and then he laughed out loud at winning his parents.

Then Dad would tease him and ask him if he wanted a drink.

In a cramped hut, the family of three, with a dusty yellow light bulb on their heads, sits on a bed made of wooden shelves and three layers of quilts, playing cards and side dishes, firecrackers and fireworks from other people's houses outside the window, and streams The noise of the TV coming in formed all Ji Xianyu's memories of the Spring Festival.

He misses his parents.

"Uncle Chen, where do we put our poker... Ordinary fighting landlords... Why do I only see UNO... Oh, I found it... Okay, thank you, Uncle Chen, happy Chinese New Year..."

Ji Xianyu heard Huo Feihan's conversation with someone in his ear, he opened his eyes, and the dark eyes were stained with mist.

At some point, the man sat on the single sofa and put the dusty poker cards on the table one by one. He took off his elegant leather gloves, revealing his fingers that were too beautiful, so that he could draw them like a work of art. The shuffling process is shown at a glance.

He seemed to be talking to himself: "I learned it when I was playing with Jiang Ruike's gang of friends before—Xiaoyu, are you really okay? If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

Ji Xianyu didn't hear his words clearly, as if he was distinguishing carefully, after a while he shook his head dizzily: "Wait a minute, our general manager will come right away... I'm sorry."

Sure enough, he was drunk and confused.

Huo Feihan moved the warm water closer so that he could reach it when he wanted to drink.

Originally, he didn't understand why Ji Xianyu wanted to play poker, but seeing him looking at and begging him so pitifully, Huo Feihan couldn't bear it before he agreed.

He said, "Then just go to sleep obediently after the game, okay?"

Ji Xianyu is a very thieves, he squinted his eyes for 30 seconds, and then said: "Five rounds."

Huo Feihan: "..."

Is this guy really drunk?

"I've never fought Landlords before... Look at the rules encyclopedia, do I have to be a landlord?"

"Well, then you should be the master."

Huo Feihan felt that the "squeezing" temperament of the landlord was quite suitable for him, so he readily agreed, and then followed the rules, randomly drew three cards, and then seriously dealt and sorted the cards.

His card sorting technique is very good, seeing that Ji Xianyu is still dawdling with the geography cards, he was relieved.

Play cards with a drunk, maybe 10 minutes can be done, and then send him upstairs to rest.

Huo Feihan was humming a ditty while playing Xiaojiu in his heart.

His voice was soft: "Okay, you play your cards."

Huo Feihan threw the smallest number - 3.

Then Ji Xianyu sent out the A. Huo Feihan looked at this card and couldn't understand, shouldn't he clear out the smallest useless single card first? Oh, the other party is a drunk, why should he be more aggressive...

Huo Feihan thought for a while and felt that there was no need to take it too seriously, so he played at his own pace. Seeing that he had two Q and A left, he was about to usher in the first victory in his life against the Landlord.

Ji Xianyu, who didn't say a word, flung out a row of planes, bombs and shunzi with his backhand.

Huo Feihan lost: "..."

These big golden cards were lying on the table, as if saying:

Down with the evil "capitalism"! He-tui!

Huo Feihan didn't give up, how could he think he could have lost to a drunken drunk? !Unfavorable start, must be unlucky.

Then he pulled his tie, raised his spirit a hundred times, and started playing cards with Ji Xianyu.

At the beginning, he could still maintain a valiant and high-spirited manner, but after losing three games in a row, he began to shut himself up. Is Ji Xianyu really drunk or fake drunk?Or is it that he really doesn't have the talent to play poker?

This is a question worth pondering.

Because of the lessons learned from the past, Huo Feihan figured out Ji Xianyu's card playing routine, and acted cautiously in the fourth game.

Just because Ji Xianyu typed a small number of three belts and one, he can meditate for a long time.

Fortunately, the drunk was more patient and didn't rush him.

How should I fight...

The man thought very seriously, as carefully as if facing the unpredictable market trend.He has an outstanding figure, and his perfect figure like a work of art is wrapped under a cold suit that fits perfectly.

His facial features are profound, his profile is superior, and his innate attractiveness makes his every move attract people's attention.

When he noticed something was wrong, Huo Feihan was taken aback for a moment - then he saw Ji Xianyu burst into tears at some point.

He seemed to have encountered something sad, and the tears were shining like beads that suddenly fell off the thread, continuously pouring out of his eyes.

There was an extremely distinct crimson color floating on the cheeks and the tips of the ears, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether it was caused by emotional sadness or the strength of alcohol.

Huo Feihan froze and lost his thoughts: "What's wrong with you... It's true that I didn't play well, but don't be sad."

He thought that he played too well and made people unhappy, so he put down the cards in his hand, got up to get a napkin, and wanted to wipe away tears.

Ji Xianyu didn't speak, he cried very softly, and kept wiping his tears with his hands on his face.

Seeing him like this was even more sad than hissing, Huo Feihan was a little flustered and at a loss: "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you, is it too uncomfortable to drink? Don't cry, okay, I'll wipe your tears ...Little fish."

Hearing someone calling him, Ji Xianyu, who was wrapped in sadness, suddenly raised his head.

He stared blankly at the other party with a sad expression, but tears still flowed out uncontrollably.

The soreness made his eyes clouded with water, and he couldn't help but want to press down on the end of his eyes.

The sudden emotional outburst, Huo Feihan didn't want him to cry anymore, so he used a paper towel that was pressed into a small corner, and gently wiped it under his eyes, for fear that his strength would make people cry again.

He moved gently, and was more careful than treating treasures. Ji Xianyu also seemed to want to express that he was not sad, and wanted to grin, but cried even worse.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to cry either... But the tears really can't be controlled, I'm sorry..."

The tip of his nose was bright red and his voice was hoarse. Even if he was extremely sad, he still didn't want to affect Huo Feihan.

Huo Feihan was a competent companion, he ran his fingertips across the end of his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears, but in the end it fell on his clothes, because Ji Xianyu hugged him.

He is like a ship that has been drifting on the sea for a long time, staggering, not seeing the island all day long, seeing Huo Feihan is like seeing a life-saving straw, hugging him tightly, seeking shelter in the harbor.

"It's okay, don't be sorry."

Ji Xianyu was already suppressing his emotions - he and his father didn't cry the day his mother left, even when his father died in a car accident and he couldn't afford the funeral, he still didn't cry, not a single tear shed.

It seemed like nothing happened, except that Ji Xianyu went to work in a big city, while his parents were still living in their hometown.

But during the Spring Festival, the day of family reunion, he still couldn't deceive himself, so he had a dream, and he begged Huo Feihan to let him play poker with him, as if his parents were still around.

Maybe sleep and go back to my childhood.

……

He was not alone on his adult birthday last year. His father, who came back from get off work, was so tired that his bones fell apart, he still sent a message at night:

I wish Xiaoyu a happy birthday. Be happy and happy every day. Although Dad can’t accompany you this year, he will definitely make money next year. Will he take you on a trip outside?

Dad also knows that Ji Xianyu is no longer a child, but he will still say to this ethereal distance: Okay, let's go to the southernmost city next year, there is no snow there.

Dad: I still want to watch the fireworks.

They didn't have WeChat before they were alive, and Ji Xianyu didn't have a smartphone at that time, so it was too late to take a complete photo or video to commemorate.

He thought he could remember it in his heart, but as time passed, their appearance became more and more blurred.

Blurred to just an outline.

——If this wasn't the world of novels, and I didn't need to pave the way for my shitty tragic life experience, wouldn't my parents die?

Back in reality, Huo Feihan still couldn't comfort others, he could only gently and constantly comfort Ji Xianyu's back.

Coaxed softly: "Don't be sad... I'm here."

With hot tears and the smell of alcohol, Ji Xianyu hugged the back of his neck tightly, only in this way did he know that he was not abandoned and not alone.

But what if all this doesn't belong to him?

What Huo Feihan likes is not himself, he is just a projection.

He tightened his arms, his eyes sparkled, and he said hoarsely and dryly: "Can you always like me, don't leave me——I like you very much, I love you very much."

No reply.

"Please... like me, don't leave me..."

"……Do not cry."

The next day, Ji Xianyu's biological clock rarely stopped working, and he didn't get up until ten o'clock.

He wondered, did he drink a lot last night?Why is the whole body reeking of alcohol, and also feeling weak and tired.

I can't remember how I got back to the room.

Regarding the fragmented memory, Ji Xianyu didn't think too much about it. He took a refreshing shower in the separate shower room before going downstairs, and saw Huo Feihan busy in the kitchen.

Because all the staff in the villa returned to their hometown for the New Year, Huo Feihan, who has a chef qualification certificate, of course did his part and shouldered the responsibility of cooking tonight's New Year's Eve dinner.

Ji Xianyu: "Good morning."

Huo Feihan was very strange. When he saw the person coming, his expression became extremely serious as if he was facing an enemy, and his tone was also blunt: "Good morning."

strangeness.

Ji Xianyu poured himself a glass of warm water, and his Adam's apple moved up and down under the sunlight projected from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After drinking, he felt overwhelmed, stepped forward and asked, "Do you need me to help you?"

Huo Feihan rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tight lines of his hands, shaking his head like a robot: "No, you can go have breakfast first, last night's takeaway also has hangover soup, I put it in the microwave and it's already warmed up .”

"Oh yes, thank you."

What happened to Huo Feihan...

Oh, by the way, the wine, could it be related to the bottle of white wine last night?Thinking about it this way, in his fragmented memory, he seemed to remember that he was drunk, and even drank the rest of the liquor in one gulp in front of Huo Feihan.

The other party seemed to say something expensive.

Huo Feihan didn't have the bad habit of drinking and smoking, at most he had a drink to enjoy himself, and all he drank was red wine, so this white wine...could it be Huo Yuan's?

Holding the drinking soup specially cooked for himself, he stood opposite the cooking counter and asked, "That Mr. Huo, did I finish all Uncle Huo's liquor last night?"

Huo Feihan gave a sullen "hmm".

Drink wrong.

"Then... how much?"

"........."

Ji Xianyu knew that he had done something wrong, although he didn't know how to make it up, but he must return the money first.

"You don't have to return it. I opened that bottle of wine and accidentally let Song Xing give it to you as water—don't worry, my dad still has several bottles, so he won't scold you."

For some unknown reason, Huo Feihan stumbled a bit when speaking, and the movements of his hands were a little bit wrong, and he didn't look at Ji Xianyu for half a second the whole time.

He was dubious: "Really? ——Then trouble you. If you really need compensation, just tell me."

"Okay I... I see."

With a strange thought, Ji Xianyu could only sit back to drink soup and eat breakfast, and didn't notice the depressed mood of the busy figure in the kitchen.

Did you really get drunk last night? You even forgot what you said QAQ

Huo Feihan "viciously" chopped up the sirloin steak that was transported from the sky before the knife.

Although he was a little depressed, thinking of Ji Xianyu's emotional confession whispered in his ear last night, Huo Feihan suddenly regained his confidence.

He wasn't sure what Ji Xianyu thought of him before, but at least now he knows.

He likes himself too! !

It's just that the fire is missing, the fire that the two of them can communicate face to face and communicate with each other.

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Just...why did he cry last night?Is it because you think you won't always like him?