Although they could easily force the alcohol out of their bodies with their cultivation, no one did so. After all, they were together to get drunk. Long Xiangtian's alcohol tolerance was not very good, and after several people poured him many cups, he also felt drunk, but he didn't want to admit defeat in front of them, so he had to say that he wanted to go to the bathroom, but in fact he planned to go outside to hide from the alcohol for a while.
The cold wind of the night blew on Long Xiangtian's face, which was cool and comfortable, and made Long Xiangtian sober up quickly. Long Xiangtian felt that the view in the yard was not very good, so he jumped onto the roof.
Indeed, when Long Xiangtian reached the roof, he clearly felt that his vision had broadened a lot. Looking at the bright stars in the sky, Long Xiangtian once again felt his own insignificance. Perhaps one day, the stars would no longer be far away from his feet, but this was a very distant thing.
"Brother Long, you seem to be in a good mood." Yan Anyi's voice suddenly reached Long Xiangtian's ears.
Long Xiangtian, who was concentrating on appreciating the moon, was startled when he suddenly heard Yan Anyi's voice beside him. He complained randomly: "Why are you walking without making any sound?"
"Brother Long, you just didn't notice it." Yan Anyi looked indifferent to Long Xiangtian's complaints, and even handed Long Xiangtian a pot of wine.
After that, Long Xiangtian drank it all in one gulp from the spout of the kettle. The spicy feeling passed from his throat to his stomach, making his body warm. Coupled with the gentle cool breeze, he felt even more comfortable.
"Great!" Long Xiangtian really liked the feeling of forgetting his worries and drinking happily.
"Brother Long, it's warm, right? I loved this feeling when I was a kid." Yan Anyi looked at the sky, his tone full of sadness.
Long Xiangtian didn't expect that Yan Anyi liked to drink when he was young, and then joked: "I didn't expect that you were an alcoholic when you were a child."
I thought Yan Anyi would refute, but unexpectedly Yan Anyi remained silent. He just stared blankly at the stars in the sky, as if his beloved was in heaven.
"What kind of child likes to drink? It's just that drinking makes the body warm, so it's not cold anymore." Yan Anyi spoke again after a long while: "I remember when I was a child, I often went to a restaurant on the edge of East City to pick up leftovers to eat. The boss was very fierce. Sometimes he would rather throw the leftovers into the garbage than give them to a hungry child like me."
Hearing this, Long Xiangtian was stunned. He had never thought that Yan Anyi had experienced this kind of life. No matter how miserable he was as a young master of the Yan family, he would not go to pick up garbage. However, he did not interrupt Yan Anyi.
"But the boss didn't expect that even if he dumped the food into the garbage, I would still look through them bit by bit, looking for the few remaining foods. After all, that was my home. Sometimes I would get a few leftover steamed buns, sometimes some vegetable leaves, and sometimes a few pieces of meat when I was lucky." Having said this, Yan Anyi took a sip of wine and muttered, "Very dirty, very ugly, very fragrant meat."
"My mother is very kind. She always gives me the meat to eat. But I feel sorry for her. If she doesn't want to eat, I won't eat it either. But she still plays tricks on me. She only eats a small piece each time and leaves the rest for me."
"I still remember one winter when I was starving and freezing. My hands were frozen, my face was frozen, and my mother had fainted. I could only mechanically rummage through the garbage, hoping to find some meat for my mother to eat. But that day I searched through all the garbage and couldn't find anything to eat. There were only some frozen buns. I thought I might be dying, and I wanted to run to my mother's arms, even if I died, I wanted to die in her arms."
"Maybe it's not my destiny. Finally, I found some leftover wine in the garbage. I heard that wine can warm people up, so I wanted to try it. I took a sip and found it very spicy and uncomfortable, but also warm." When Yan Anyi said this, the bloodshot in his eyes became thicker and thicker, even dyeing the whole eyeball blood red. Tears also flowed from his eyes into his mouth, and became extremely bitter with the wine. Maybe tears are not bitter, but the human heart is bitter.
"But I didn't dare to finish the drink. I brought the rest of the wine to my mother and poured it into her mouth, and she passed out. In this way, my mother and I escaped the disaster and survived. Later, my mother and I lived a better life. Many people in East City noticed that we lived near the garbage dump, and occasionally brought us some food and clothes. My mother and I also went to other people's homes to work in exchange for some things to live on."
Long Xiangtian wanted to comfort Yan Anyi, but he didn't know what to say.
"Do you want to know why the Yan family doesn't care about me? What kind of people are they? They are just a bunch of monsters who eat people without leaving any bones. They only see the difference between useful and useless. Someone like me is just the product of a drunken big shot, and I can't please the eldest lady, but there is no difference between me and a dog in their family."
"But what they didn't expect was that this abandoned dog would bite them hard one day, or even take their lives. That night I killed all those who looked down on me and my mother, including that drunk bastard." Yan Anyi smiled bitterly, with tears mixed in his smile.
"Finally, I fulfilled my mother's wish and asked the Yan family to bring her back in a beautifully dressed sedan chair. However, my mother did not enjoy a few years of happiness before she died. But I know that my mother was happy during those years."
Long Xiangtian also knew for the first time that Yan Anyi had such a complicated story, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Although Yan Anyi said it easily, he was able to kill a group of people from the Yan family and let the Yan family invite him back. I think he must have endured pain that ordinary people could not bear. In fact, even he was happier than him.
Long Xiangtian finally understood why Yan Anyi always wore white clothes. It was not because he loved cleanliness, but because he was wearing mourning clothes. He missed his mother all the time, but the reality forced him to hold back his longing, and now all this patience burst out.
"Thank you." After Yan Anyi finished telling everything, he drank the rest of the wine, lay down on the roof and fell asleep. Before going to sleep, he said thank you to Long Xiangtian.
In fact, Long Xiangtian was full of shame for saying "thank you". After all, he was just listening and didn't do anything. But maybe what Yan Anyi needed at this moment was just to be listened to.