Are you in love, my white moonlight

in the bar.

The light is dim and blurred, and it can polish the cheeks of the people around you. The fragrance of the wine evaporates in the air, intermingling with the complex smell of perfume.

"Yuan Deng, would you like something to drink? Same as last time?" Zhang Ji asked Yuan Deng with his head turned.

Yuan Deng pursed his lips: "No, I want to change this time."

Zhang Jitong: "Then what do you want?"

Yuan Deng browsed the wine list, half of which was hard liquor, he hesitated for a moment, and pointed to the one in the corner of the list.

"Brandy."

Zhang Jiyi glanced at him in surprise, and asked him, "Are you sure you want this?"

With a casual smile on Yuan Deng's face, he asked back: "Can't you?"

Zhang Jitong followed him and turned to ask the others: "What about the others? Yang Chuyun, why don't you drink juice, girls stop drinking." Yang Chuyun had no objection, and Qiao Mingxuan and Ran Feiyu got together After choosing for a long time, I carefully picked a beer.

The Spark Team won the Los Angeles Business Competition today. After coming out of the conference hall by the lake, they found a restaurant at the door to have a good meal, and then went to the bar to celebrate at the suggestion of the captain Zhang Jitong——still The bar I visited on Yuan Deng's birthday last time.

Yuan Deng raised his head and looked at the decoration on the wall of the bar with complicated eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Jitong noticed his trance.

Yuan Deng lowered his eyes: "When will the wine I want to order be served?"

Zhang Jitong asked with a smile, "Do you want to drink?"

Yuan Deng followed his words and responded half-truthfully, "Drinking is fun."

No matter what the situation is, drinking alcohol can adjust your mood-drinking when you are happy, double the dizziness, float like falling into the clouds, and enjoy boundless joy.Drinking when you are sad is to add some alcohol to the bitter feelings, so as to numb your nerves. When you are slightly drunk, you can forget your sorrows and relieve your worries when you are drunk.

So he urgently needs a glass of wine, a glass of strong wine at this moment.

However, he didn't make him wait too long, and the drinks they ordered were presented.Yuan Deng took the wine he ordered, and lowered his eyes to watch the strong brown wine swaying in the goblet. He was patiently using his body temperature to slowly catalyze the aroma of the strong wine.

After smelling the fruity aroma of brandy overflowing from the rim of the glass, it is time to enjoy the taste.Yuan Deng raised his head and took a sip of the wine. The brandy lived up to the reputation of spirits. As soon as he took it, it was like a fire ignited on the tip of his tongue, burning all the way down the esophagus, forcing the corners of his eyes to turn red.

"This wine is strong, don't drink it in such a hurry." Zhang Jitong looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay." Yuan Deng casually wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and said, "It's just the entrance is strong, but the back is actually quite comfortable."

Brandy has a wonderful mouthfeel, strong in the mouth but soft in the finish, like the embers of a fire that has burnt out in all its glory and miraculously cultivates a sour, sweet flavor—in a way. It is very much like love, when it comes with vigor and vitality, it burns away the reason, and when the passion ebbs, it reveals its true body.

But other people's love is sweet, no matter how bad it is, it is both sweet and sour.

Only he is more than close, not enough intimacy, and his enthusiasm is exchanged for a broad sourness.

Yuan Deng suppressed the sourness on the tip of his nose, turned on the phone and took a look, it was quiet, and there was no news.He paused, and finally pulled the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, in the top office of Yong's office building.

The assistant was holding a stack of documents to report the progress of the matter to the man sitting at the desk. As he was talking, the assistant noticed that the boss's face was pensive, and his eyes couldn't find the focus. He was obviously distracted.

"Boss Yong?" the assistant called him in a low voice.

Yongjipu looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"The matter you ordered us has been investigated. I have just explained to you the general context of the development of this matter. For details, please refer to this document." The assistant handed him a document while talking .

"Okay." Yongjipu took the document, opened the title page and looked down carefully, his brows slowly furrowed, and his face became more and more serious, "...I see."

"Boss Yong, then this need—" the assistant hesitated.

Yongjipu rubbed his brows, and said coldly: "No need, don't tell my parents about this on your side, I will handle it well."

"Okay." The assistant lowered his head.

"Then do I have any documents to deal with today?" Yong Jipu looked up at the assistant.

"Please wait a moment." The assistant opened the notepad, quickly confirmed today's matters, and said, "Today's matters have all been processed. Do you need to confirm tomorrow's matters?"

Yongjipu: "I'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow. I don't have anything to do here. Go home early and rest."

The assistant responded, and when he exited, he closed the door with his backhand.As soon as the assistant left, the huge office became more and more deserted, and only Yongjipu was left.

Yongjipu sat blankly for a moment, reached for his phone, and turned on the screen—it was already 11:43.He opened the chat window with Yuandeng and typed a line, but his finger was hanging over the green send button, and he hesitated to press it.

The longer he hesitated, the blunt and heavy pain became clearer. Just now, he was thrown away by Xiao Deng violently, and the bones of his hand knocked against the edge of the door frame unexpectedly.He sighed, pressed the send button, and buckled the phone on the table with his backhand.

He raised his eyes to look at the whitewashed ceiling, and lit a cigarette casually. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, turned into smoke rings and floated upwards, and then slowly dissipated into a dazed mist in mid-air.But until the cigarette was burned out, the phone he had placed on the table did not vibrate.

what happened?

Yongjipu frowned and dialed Yuandeng's number.

"beep--"

The waiting time seemed to be infinitely prolonged. During the waiting process, he vaguely remembered the appearance of Yuan Deng standing in the group of classmates and friends, everyone surrounded him, and he was full of smiles, but when his eyes passed him But the eyes are indifferent - in the past, Xiao Deng would only stand by his side, and those fiery and pure emotions would only be presented to him.

"Hello?" A vague voice pulled him out of his chaotic thoughts.

Yongjipu: "It's me."

The other end of the phone was silent, and after a while, Yongjipu heard Yuan Deng asking him with his tongue out, "Why are you calling me?"

"Have you returned home?" Yongjipu asked him.

"Go home? Go back to what home? Why should I go home?" Yuan Deng smiled, uttering words indistinctly, sticking together, with a meaning that he himself didn't realize, completely different from his usual blunt and clear speech look.

Yongjipu frowned: "Where are you?"

"...Why should I tell you? Who are you? Why do you care about me?"

Yongjipu's chest couldn't help heaving and rising, he called out in a deep voice: "Little lamp, don't mess around."

"..."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then all the voices were suddenly cut off, leaving only a busy tone.

Xiao Deng hung up his phone?

Yongjipu looked at the phone in disbelief, and the screen showed that the call had been hung up.Just when he was stunned, a message popped up.

WeChat: a new message

Small light: [location information]

Yongjipu glanced at the location, unexpectedly it was a familiar place.His lips were pursed into a straight line, he clenched his phone tightly, took the car keys and walked out.

The street lights along the way were dim, the lights of the traffic lights were mixed together, the whirling shadows flickered on the smooth car body, the tires quickly ran over the asphalt road, the blurred building in the vision gradually became clear, and the speed of the tires slowly decreased , and finally stopped slowly.

When Yongjipu got out of the car, he saw Yuandeng standing in the light. He was tall and long-legged, so he was very eye-catching in the crowd.And Yuan Deng obviously saw him too, even after a distance, he clearly saw Yuan Deng's face light up, and he stumbled a few steps towards him, almost tripping over himself.

Zhang Ji and the others wanted to go up to help him, but Yuan Deng swung them away.

Yongjipu rushed over to hold Yuandeng in three steps, and smelled the strong smell of alcohol all over his body, and couldn't help but blame him in his tone.

"Why do you drink so much?"

Zhang Jitong's face was hidden in the shadows, and his voice was low: "We can't stop him."

Yongjipu took a moment to look at him, and said, "Thank you for taking care of Xiaodeng earlier." Looking down, he saw Yuandeng's face was flushed like a sunset, and he couldn't resist whispering to him: "No Don't worry."

Hearing this, Yuan Deng raised his eyes to look at him, and blinked slowly. After a while, he reversed his happy reaction just now, not only turned his head away, but also struggled to pull his arm out of Yongjipu's hand, Mouth is still muttering.

"You don't care! You go away!"

"Don't make trouble." Yongjipu struggled to stabilize him, turned his head and nodded to Yuandeng's teammates, then walked into the car with Yuandeng, "Let's go, go home."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he was made to sit on the seat, Yuan Deng's hand patted the side of his face softly. At the same time, his lips hurt, and there was a rusty smell between his lips and teeth, and Yuan Deng felt vaguely. Drunk, gnashing of teeth words.

"Yongjipu...you bastard."

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Highlight!Drinking and smoking are harmful to health!

I'm stuck, oh my god, I finally finished writing TUT