Fang Tao discovered a problem. When drinking enough, drinking with Liu Yanbo is almost like courting death.
In about two hours, there were still five bottles left in a box of 40 bottles of Red Star Erguotou, of which Liu Yanbo drank 26 bottles.
A 100ml bottle of Red Star Erguotou weighs about two taels, and twenty-six bottles weighs about five catties. This amount is really drinking water!
More importantly, Liu Yanbo opened another twenty-seventh bottle.
Now in Fang Tao's eyes, Liu Yanbo is like a freak. Others drink more and more uncomfortable, and the more they drink, the crazier they become, but the more they drink, the more sober they become, and the more they drink, the more taciturn they become.
Fortunately, Liu Yanbo is not a person who likes to persuade him to drink, otherwise Fang Tao felt that he would definitely use a broom to drive him out.
Gudong~
Liu Yanbo drank another half of the bottle in one gulp, and then lit a cigarette. From the time he started drinking to the present, he can count the number of words he has said with ten fingers.
It was still raining outside the window, and under the night, the lights of Wanjia were covered with a thin layer of mist, making it look cold and misty.
The slap mark on Liu Yanbo's face has not faded away, like a ruthless brand, not only burned on his face, but also left in his heart.
This bustling metropolis made of reinforced concrete is really cold, right
Gudong~
Liu Yanbo finished drinking the twenty-seventh bottle, and the burning sensation flowed from the esophagus into the stomach, and then spread all over his body...
hiss...ha...
Liu Yanbo groaned and groaned comfortably, but imperceptibly, the sense of loneliness in him seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
"Don't drink it." Just as Liu Yanbo reached out to pick up the twenty-eighth bottle, Fang Tao couldn't help stopping him. "Drunkness can't solve a thousand worries, and you're still a person who doesn't want to get drunk, so why compete with yourself."
Liu Yanbo let go of his hand and said with a smile: "I'm past the age of using alcohol to relieve my worries. A long time ago, I had no other reason for drinking besides love to drink."
What he said was the truth, but he was also quibbling.
At least Fang Tao doesn't really believe Liu Yanbo's words. Although he is like a hermit who doesn't care about world affairs, he is still one of the heirs of the Fang family in Haishi. Even if he doesn't deliberately inquire about some news, he should know Someone will come and tell him.
Lu Tianhao is back.
Long before Liu Yanbo came, Fang Tao already knew the news.
Combining this news with the conspicuous slap print on Liu Yanbo's face, Fang Tao could guess the matter with his toes.
He guessed it, but he didn't mention it seriously from the beginning to the end.
Fang Tao knows that some people cannot be persuaded. The more you persuade him, the deeper he will hide his thoughts and the more he will not be able to forget them.
Fang Tao also knew that Liu Yanbo was this kind of person. So he had no choice but to answer: "You don't like drinking anymore, do you have a grudge against it?"
Liu Yanbo smiled, leaned lazily on the sofa and stopped talking, his clear and bright eyes stayed outside the window.
Most of the time, Liu Yanbo has been looking out the window.
Is he waiting for the rain to stop? Or are you looking forward to someone's appearance
Fang Tao has gotten used to Liu Yanbo's boring state, but fortunately he is not a talkative person himself, so there is nothing embarrassing about it.
Sitting dry is lonely, but it is also a kind of enjoyment. It can give you enough time to recognize reality.
Liu Yanbo is not a saint, but he is sure that he is not angry with Yin Hanruo.
He knew she didn't love him, just like he didn't love her either.
Liu Yanbo knew that in this loveless marriage, it would be a matter of time before the situation like today appeared, and he was already mentally prepared on the day he received the certificate.
It's just that Liu Yanbo didn't expect that his own tolerance in this aspect didn't seem to be as strong as he imagined, so that he didn't even know how to take the next step, and he didn't even know what he should do tonight. Where to spend the night.
hotel
Liu Yanbo doesn't want to go, that kind of place is too cold for him now.
This is not hypocrisy, it is just a sequelae, the sequelae of a prodigal son who is too greedy for his family.
"Home" is not a pure home, but Liu Yanbo still feels that in the city of Haishi, the No. 13 villa in Zizhuyuan belonging to Yin Hanruo is his home, at least until now he still thinks so thought.
Liu Yanbo began to regret a bit, regretting that he should not have accepted Yin Hanruo's unreliable marriage deal.
From having a home to being homeless, this is the second experience in Liu Yanbo's life, and the taste is still so uncomfortable for him.
He decided to have a good talk with her.
Whether to continue to make do with it, or to be unrestrained and unrestrained, Liu Yanbo needs Yin Hanruo to give a clear answer.
He didn't want this matter to bother him for too long, after all, life in Haishi would continue.
...
The night was as dark as ink, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.
Liu Yanbo walked alone on the street holding the umbrella Fang Tao gave him, and in the other hand was holding his twenty-eighth bottle of wine today.
He wanted to talk to Yin Hanruo, but he didn't walk in the direction of Zizhuyuan.
Liu Yanbo walked slowly through one street after another, his unsteady steps looked as if he had been drunk and a little drunk.
After walking through several bustling streets, I turned into two small alleys with particularly bleak lights...
Walking and walking, Liu Yanbo stopped when he reached the bank of the Huangjiang River.
This river is one of the earliest rivers to be dredged manually in history, and it is the mother river of Haishi, but some people say in private: This is a river of dead bodies.
Because in the Yellow River, through the ages, I don't know how many people have been thrown into it to feed bastards.
Those shady activities, those grievances...
Nothing can be greater than human ambition, and nothing can be more terrifying than human selfish desires.
On the banks of the Yellow River, there are always winners and losers.
Liu Yanbo chose undoubtedly one of the most secluded places on both sides of the Yellow River. Even if there are cruise ships passing by, the search lights will never hit the area where he is, because no tourist would like to see rotten grass and crooked grass. neck tree.
There is no surveillance here, no hurried pedestrians, and those who can come here at night all have ulterior motives.
Liu Yanbo glanced back at the depths of the darkness, this was the first time he turned his head back along the way, and said lightly: "Come out."
Who is he talking to
Not long after he came out of Fang Tao Milk Tea Shop, Liu Yanbo found that someone was following him, and all of them were good players.
In the darkness, no one came out, and no one answered him. There were still only the sound of wind and rain and the endless river flowing in his ears.
Liu Yanbo turned his head back to look at Jiang, but at the moment when he turned his head, when the empty door on his back was wide open—
There were three cold lights that pierced through the air silently, revealing their murderous intent.
The river is rolling and the autumn rain is continuous.
Tonight, who will be the person who does not return in the Yellow River? (to be continued)