Perfect Two

What can a drunkard do?

Even if Cheng Xirong didn't believe his words, he was also deeply disgusted.Cheng Xirong wondered how Feng Yi became what he is now?If the wish is fulfilled, I can no longer restrain him, and I will never make him feel embarrassed or depressed again.He was completely free of himself, so what reason did he have to drink?

Because too excited?so happy?

Celebrating the week, isn't that enough?

It's been more than a month, why is he still drinking?At night, I got into a bad smell, and the road was unsteady, and I wanted to slide down any wall I leaned against.More words, but less meaning.The thinned cheeks were illuminated by the lamp, like a living zombie.

He wasn't like this before.

Feng Yi is not addicted to alcohol.In other words, he doesn't have any great addictions, and he is flat about everything.It's better to have it, and it's okay to not have it.Unlike Cheng Xirong, who is greedy for that sip of wine, if he can't drink it, he will get angry and irritable.

Feng Yi has always been restrained when it comes to tobacco, alcohol and entertainment.He deliberately controlled himself not to get drunk, but would just have a drink with Cheng Xirong.In his opinion, wine tasting is a sentiment, and drinking is a fun, but drunk is useless.

"If a person can't even control himself, is he still a person?"

This is what he often said.Every time after Cheng Xirong was hungover and paralyzed on the bed to ask Feng Yi to make him soup, Feng Yi would persuade him like this.Talking too much is of no use to Cheng Xirong, but it has become a curse cast by Feng Yi on himself.

In recent years, Feng Yi's self-discipline on tobacco and alcohol has reached a level where external forces cannot interfere.He would still drink with Cheng Xirong, and he didn't stop drinking when he went out to socialize.But always drink as much as you want, even if you offend someone, you won't drink too much.

Look at the drunkard in front of you again.This is the Feng Yi who wants to stay awake no matter what?

It's unbelievable.

Cheng Xirong didn't continue to open the door, nor could he close it, and said coldly, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm very tired."

Feng Yi raised his other hand, holding a bottle of wine, and shook it at Cheng Xirong.Half a bottle of wine hit the inner wall of the bottle, making a liquid sound, crisp and tempting.

"Please drink."

Cheng Xirong was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why?"

Feng Yi smiled: "Chat. I want to chat with you."

Cheng Xirong pressed the door panel: "We'll talk when you stop drinking."

Chang Feng Yi asked back: "Why?"

"You are so drunk, what did I tell you, will you remember tomorrow?"

Feng Yi actually thought about it seriously, and then nodded: "It makes sense. Then let's not chat, you let me in first, and I will sit for a while."

Feng Shui turns around... I can probably understand how helpless and... irritable Feng Yi was when he faced his drunken self before.

Will there be irritability?

Cheng Xirong didn't know.At least at that time, Feng Yi did not show any irritation.He is very patient, and even scolding is soft-spoken, saying slowly sentence by sentence.Only when Cheng Xirong went too far and drank to pieces, he would be in a hurry - I heard that he would surround himself while scrubbing and scolding others.

But it sounds like there is no impatience.

Is that all in your heart?

Probably yes.It’s just that I have been keeping it in my heart all the time, and the accumulation of small things makes a lot, and my dissatisfaction and patience are increasing.Then one day, it suddenly exploded.

If you think about it this way, can you find a reason for him to forgive him for what he did?

of course not!

Betrayal is betrayal, no matter what the reason is, it cannot change this fact.Cheng Xirong didn't have the feelings of a holy father, so he couldn't forgive such things.

Can you soften your heart if you get drunk and make trouble?Am I such an easily shaken person?

Cheng Xirong looked up: "I'll ask for the last time, are you going?"

Feng Yi shook his head: "Don't go!"

Cheng Xirong nodded, and let go after saying "OK".Feng Yi was probably ready to fight a protracted battle, but he didn't expect Cheng Xirong to give up struggling so quickly, he couldn't react at all.He stood by the door, staring blankly at the door pushed open by him, and was stunned.

Cheng Xirong turned around directly, took his bag and went out.Feng Yi wanted to follow, but Cheng Xirong quickly slammed the door shut and locked it with the key.

Feng Yi knocked on the door inside, a little panicked: "What are you doing? Why is the door locked from the outside and can't be opened from the inside? Nan Lu, Lu Er, open the door for me, okay?"

Cheng Xirong kicked the door.There was a dull sound from the iron door, which erupted in the quiet corridor, which was extremely frightening.

Feng Yi was silent.

Cheng Xirong let out a breath: "If you want to go in so much, just stay inside!"

After speaking, he took his bag and walked towards the elevator.It was quiet while waiting for the elevator.When the elevator arrived, he was about to go in, when Feng Yi remembered, he leaned on the door and yelled out: "Lu Er? Are you still there? Don't go, I'll go, okay?"

You can't believe the words of an alcoholic.

This is also Feng Yi's advice for several years.Cheng Xirong made many promises to him when he was drunk.It's a pity that Cheng Xirong didn't remember a few, so he couldn't realize it.Cheng Xirong was also a little puzzled, and asked Feng Yi: "What do you want, what do you want to do, you can just tell me and it's over? Then worry about it, wait until I drink too much to talk about it, what are you trying to do?"

I don't know what Feng Yi is awkward about.Anyway, for this matter, the two of them bickered and got angry.There is no way to control nonsense after drinking, and Feng Yi refused to change his deep-seated thoughts, and he has not resolved it.

Then in exchange for this sentence: Don't believe the words of a drunkard.

Cheng Xirong squatted on the side of the road downstairs for a long time with his shoulders in his arms, fed the mosquitoes within a ten-meter radius, and even took a nap while half asleep.The field manager finally got the things back, he hesitated at first, but after recognizing Cheng Xirong, he exploded, and ran over to push Cheng Xi in two or three steps.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

Cheng Xirong opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, but did not lift it up, and casually pointed upstairs.

The field manager looked blank: "What's wrong?"

"Upstairs." Cheng Xirong yawned a little, "It's taken over by a drunkard. There's nothing I can do, I'll wait for you here."

The field manager didn't understand: "Drunkard? Who is it? What's going on?"

"Go up and have a look. I can't help it. I can't talk about some people. Help me think of a way to see if I should ask him to go or find me another place to sleep."

The field manager hurried upstairs carrying two large black plastic bags for cleaning.

Cheng Xirong slapped away a mosquito on his arm, planning to rest on his stomach for a while, when another footstep approached.

There was no hesitation at all, and there was no stagnation, just going for him.

Cheng Xirong raised his head in astonishment, and turned to look at the source of the voice.A pair of feet just bumped into view.Going up is a pair of long legs, and going up...

Only seeing the waist, Cheng Xirong actually recognized it—the little bastard Fu Zhou.

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