He was obviously drunk, not too drunk, talking drunk words back and forth in my ear.
"I must be sick, I'm dying..."
"I'm so sick... I have a headache..."
"It's so noisy here..."
He hugged me so tightly that I couldn't break free and could only stand there awkwardly.
It's been a long time since I replied, he frowned in dissatisfaction, and his eyes were full of accusations, like a child who couldn't get candy on Halloween - he didn't know what he was doing wrong, he only knew that everyone should give it to Halloween. It's his right to eat sugar.
"You might just be... drinking too much." I resisted the urge to sigh, trying to find the source of his symptoms.
"That's not it!" He clenched his arms suddenly, getting closer to my body, "I said I'm sick, don't you understand?"
He suddenly became irritable, like a beast that was injured and could not be effectively comforted, and gradually became mad.
The exoskeleton battery block on the waist just pressed against the spine, and he was strangled, poking the flesh through the thin shirt, which was very uncomfortable.
"Understood. You're sick and it's hard." I used the hand that wasn't in his grasp to break his arm, but it didn't move.
"Then you still haven't taken me to see a doctor?" He said, spitting out alcohol, with red cheeks.
I know that reasoning with a drunk person doesn't make sense, so I stop treating him like a sane adult.
"You hold me, how can I walk? Let go and I'll take you to the doctor." I coaxed him to release me.
He tilted his head and thought about it, feeling that my words made sense, and gradually let go of his arms.
It was sunset time, and the light outside had gradually dimmed. The bungalow is surrounded by greenery, and the room on the north side has poor lighting, and it is even more obscure at this moment.
The wine smell mixed with the old paper smell, forming a unique taste, not bad, but not bad, just… not worthy.
Just like me and himself. Everything he brought to my life without waves in the ancient well is indeed fresh and exciting, like a jar of spirits, strong in the throat and full of stamina. But we don't match, not only Shang Yunrou thinks this way, but anyone with eyes will think this way.
He and I are two completely different people. From personality to preferences, we are incompatible, and it is difficult for us to integrate.
"Okay, you can go now." Shang Muxiao took my hand and intertwined my fingers.
I had a headache, staring at the two hands that seemed to be stuck together, and couldn't help but want to sigh again.
How can I get out like this
"I have something to leave for a while, you... let me go first, can I come back to you later?" I said in a negotiating tone, "Then we'll go see a doctor."
"Can't I follow?" He hesitated, looking uneasy.
If this stalemate continues, I don't have to look for the toilet, just find another pair of pants.
This little bastard can't wait to get as far away from me as possible when he's sober, how come he sticks to me wherever he goes when he's drunk? Could it be that I was mistaken for my own nanny
"I'll be back soon, just wait here." I continued to coax him.
He looked at me with a suspicious, unbelieving look: "You must come back to me?"
"Well." At such a time, it is naturally impossible for me to deny, "I must come back."
"Okay, then I'll wait for you here." He let go of my hand little by little, unable to part with it, "don't forget it."
He was tall and tall, but his eyes revealed a kind of innocence that belonged to a child. Drunkenness made him more uncertain and innocent.
It's good for me, it's easy for me to get out.
He stood right in front of the door, he didn't catch up, he just followed me with his eyes until I left the room and gently closed the door from the outside.
I eventually found an empty restroom on the second floor. After I finished my hands, I walked back and stopped for a while when I passed the exhibition room again.
Holding the doorknob, he stared at the silent door panel for a long time. Many pictures flashed in my mind, accompanied by sound effects, for a while Shang Muxiao sneered and said nothing, and for a while it was Yin Nuo's baseless bystander Qing.
Shang Muxiao is sincere to me, but he may not know it himself. The phrase itself is funny. Should I be honored for his unwitting sincerity
Breaking up is breaking up. Some people can still be friends after breaking up, but Shang Muxiao and I can't. I have no reason to indulge him any longer.
He said that my character needs to be changed, otherwise it will be easy for people with bad intentions to gain an inch - then change it from this moment.
Withdrew my hand, I turned to leave, and went downstairs.
A meal at noon is more like a cocktail party. In the evening, it will be more formal. There are long tables and seats in the tent. Each plate has a brand name plate for the guests to sit.
When the last ray of sunlight sank to the horizon, the string lights of warm colors lit up above the lawn, and bright lights were also lit inside and outside the house, making the whole building look like a dream, as if you were really in a fairy tale castle.
Yang Youling was sitting with me during the meal. Her grandmother was busy greeting the guests, but she couldn't take care of her. She was basically not in her seat. I could only look after her throughout the meal.
Fortunately, the little girl eats well, but she doesn't need to worry about it.
The tables and seats of the man and the woman are divided into four different white tents. Maybe they are afraid of the wind at night. The four sides of the tent are all sealed at the moment, and you can only see the situation of the other tents through the transparent false windows. Can't see clearly.
It is of course impossible to find someone out of it.
I don't know how many times I forced myself to withdraw my eyes from the false window, closed my eyes, and drank several sips of water to suppress my irritability.
Shang Muxiao was drunk, not insane, how could he stand there for an hour? He will naturally leave before I wait. At this time, he may have sobered up and was dining at the ladies' table, or he may continue to play drunken madness with another person.
In the second half of the meal, dessert was served, and Yang Haiyang and Shang Yunrou came over to make a toast.
When she greeted me, there was no flaw on Shang Yunrou's face, her smile was decent and gentle, as if she didn't remember what happened to me and Shang Muxiao at all.
After the tribute, she naturally moved to the next one, and Yang Haiyang also followed, I held him and whispered: "My exoskeleton only has 14 hours of power, I have to leave later, you can find someone else to take it with you. Lingling."
"Got it, Cinderella." Yang Haiyang joked, "I'll just let Xiaoya take care of Lingling."
Xiaoya is one of his cousins and sits at my table.
"Lingling, my godfather is going home. You and my father go to Cousin Xiaoya." He patted Yang Youling on the head.
Looking up from the sweet soup, Yang Youling still had something in her mouth and said goodbye to me vaguely.
"Oh, Xiaojie, see you in debt!"
Yang Haiyang held her daughter and turned to leave, but I was holding her back again.
"What's wrong?" I held him, but didn't speak, which made him very inexplicable.
Hey, if only I could know what's wrong with me.
"...Have you seen Shang Muxiao?"
"Shang Muxiao? No, it's strange to me, I haven't seen it all night." Yang Haiyang looked back at Shang Yunrou and said, "I asked Yunrou, she said don't worry. Maybe that kid will go by himself. Right."
I let go, a little stunned.
Yang Haiyang didn't walk away immediately, and asked, "What did you ask him to do? Is there something to ask him?"
I nodded: "It's not a big deal."
"Then look for him when you see him at school." Yang Haiyang didn't take it seriously when he heard it, and took Yang Youling away.
From the lawn to the parking lot, it is necessary to pass the bungalow.
My legs seemed to have their own consciousness. As soon as I got to the door, I didn't move. After a while, I turned around and walked in.
The exoskeleton guided the legs and stepped on the soft carpet without making any sound.
The hallway was lit with wall lamps, and everyone was eating outside, making it extremely quiet inside.
Holding the doorknob, I gently pushed open the door of the exhibition room. There were no lights in the room, only the moonlight outside the window.
Seeing that Shang Muxiao was not there, I thought he had left, and just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, something suddenly moved in the corner.
I pushed the door further open to let in the light from outside.
Shang Muxiao hugged his knees and sat in the corner by the window. Hearing the movement, he raised his head and looked over. When he saw it was me, he blinked and smiled slowly.
"I thought you weren't coming back." The moonlight shattered in his eyes, making his smile seem a bit sad.
These are your delusions. You just have too many illusions about him, and you will get deeper and deeper.
"Are you sober?" I stood at the door and didn't go in. "Get up when you wake up."
His smile dissipated a little bit, and he looked at me for a moment, raised his head, pressed the back of his head against the wall, and said weakly, "I feel uncomfortable and can't stand up."
This is his trick again, don't fall for it. He always knows how to soften your heart.
It seemed like a century had passed, but in fact it was only about ten seconds. I saw him not moving and slowly approached him.
The door behind him lost its support and gradually closed, leaving only a gap the size of a palm.
The thin light on the ground, like a carpet of light, led me to him.
"Get up." I went to him and held out my hand to him.
He looked up at me, held my hand, and instead of getting up, he pulled me down.
You see, he's like this, he's always been like this.
I was unstable, staggered and fell to the ground. As soon as I turned over, he pressed him up and put his hands on my side, changing from a posture of looking up to a posture of being looked up by me.
"What's so great about you? It's not uncommon for me to break up when you break up." He lowered his eyelids and his tone was a little dull.
"Well, not uncommon..."
I was going to use the old way to coax him, but it didn't work this time. He didn't seem to hear me at all, just immersed in his own world.
"I don't care at all!" He stared at him and said fiercely, "I don't care who you are with, how you are doing! If you don't want me, will no one want me?"
To say that he was drunk, he was quite logical, and to say that he was not drunk was by no means his style when he was sober, nor what he would say when he was sober.
"But how can you be so heartless? You sold my binoculars, took all the things that were given to me, and wanted to take the dog away..." As he spoke, he lost his ruthless expression, showing a bit of daze, "I There's nothing left, and you don't even like me."
This really makes no sense.
I raised my hand to touch his cheek: "Okay..."
The skin was hot, and the slight redness on his cheeks had now spread to his eyes. I rubbed the end of his eyes with my fingertips, he didn't notice, just continued his condemnation.
"How can you like someone else?"
Eyes are red...
"How can you dance with someone else?"
His voice was trembling, and when he said the last word, a tear fell from his eyes, and it was hitting my lips, bitter and salty.