When Pei Xiaoting went out, I lowered my head and asked in a low voice, "Why tell me, don't you like him?"
He took a puff of cigarette, then chuckled: "I've been a brother for so many years, I'm used to it. Besides, I've never been the one 'below'."
The door was pulled and pushed, and he went out.
I sat in front of the bar, motionless, like a sculpture.
I drank aimlessly, as if I was a bottomless pit. I usually don't drink so well. Today, it seems like I've opened up one bottle after another, and all the good wines on the counter have been ruined by me.
It was very dark, and there was only a small dark yellow one in the bar, and I was like a ghost, wandering in the smell of alcohol. My nerves that have been tense in the past five years seem to have been cut by Pei Xiaoting all of a sudden, and they relax. I have no scruples and no precautions, and even a little idle.
The consequence of drinking too much is vomiting.
I rushed to the bathroom, leaned over, vomited, turned on the faucet, and the water rushed down, rinsing my mouth and emptying my heart and lungs. It was as if the acid in the stomach was corroding, burning my stomach, and the blood surged up. When I stood up straight, I felt dizzy, and there was a mosaic in front of my eyes.
Then, I leaned against the wall, staggered, and went back to the bar. At this time, the world was spinning in front of me.
There was a sound of the door opening.
Someone approached.
I poured the wine and shook the bottle desperately, but I didn't know how to pour it out. I was in a hurry, I started to lose my temper, and slammed to the ground: "Even you bullied me!"
Then a hand grabbed me and said, "It's empty, there's no more wine."
My chaotic brain couldn't tell whose voice it was, nor was there any vigilance at all. Just hearing that there is no more wine and playing a rogue: "I still want to drink..."
With a crooked neck, he slammed into a chest, and the owner of the chest said, "Let's go home, I'll take you home."
There is nothing in the stomach to spit, the alcohol completely melted into the blood, they are demons or beasts, unlocking those secret emotions that have been hidden for many years, and letting the uncontrolled body completely fall into this conspiracy.
I grabbed at random with both hands, and finally caught something like a collar. I held it tightly, with my head on my chest. I didn’t know who that person was, and then tears fell in confusion. I haven't cried so hysterically in years, but this time I cried really happily.
Yes, it's fun. Painful and enjoyable.
There were two balls of fire in the eyes, which were hot and hot, and what flowed out was not like tears, but like blood, like alcohol. I was crying and coughing. When I choked my breath, my whole body trembled with discomfort. Then, a pair of hands patted my back, and I continued to cry.
"He likes me... He actually likes me... Does he know that I'm sick because I love him, how much I've suffered... "
Someone hugged me tightly, as if to smash into bones, and asked, "Who is he?"
"Qin Lang..." I was out of breath, "You don't know him, I, I'll tell you..." I stretched out one hand and opened five fingers: "Five years... I spent five years before Just cure "him" and get him out of my mind! But... he, he only used a few words, and he didn't even need to say it himself... let me lose so ugly... hehehe...hahaha..."
I laughed, laughed and cried.
Then I heard a sigh, a pair of hands wiping my tears, the action seemed gentle.
"He's an asshole," said the man.
I nodded ignorantly, and then rubbed my nose hard: "Yes, bastard, he is! Me too!" It seems that I finally found an opportunity to find a trash can that can spit out all my grievances for so many years. Raising his voice, he said one after another: "He doesn't know, what kind of existence do I take him to be! He doesn't know, how many times have I wanted to get out of the building in the face of 'he' who appears from time to time? Jump off! He doesn't know, when the doctor diagnosed me with paranoia, I even thought, if it weren't for mental illness, who would have such crazy feelings?!"
"What's so good about him... He's not a little taller than others, and he's not any better than others... Hehe... What's so good about him? Why should he be like a shadow, no matter if I stay or leave nothing Well, this damn bastard is here forever!"
As I said that, I beat the person in front of me, as if to let out my anger, tearing and scratching, he must be in pain, in short, my hands were a little numb.
For the first time, I felt that there were so many tears, it was worthless, my face seemed to be splashed with water, and I went down my neck, and the front was wet.
When I was tired, someone grabbed my wrist and put it down, and then my face was held up. I relaxed a little, and then my tongue suddenly popped out and licked my lips wetly.
Amazingly, I didn't feel sick at all. I looked like I was drunk from hair to toes, I didn't know what to do, and then I opened my teeth with my tongue and tried to explore.
In the kiss, you can taste a kind of soothing taste.
Tonight, everything is indulgent. There is a danger signal called self-defeating in my mind, I stretch out my hand, hook the neck of the person in front of me, stagger a little angle, and let the kiss of the soul in my confusion and love.
"what… ."
Panting, alternating breaths.
I fell like a bee in a sugar jar and didn't want to wake up at all, I just wanted to indulge. Until a little bit of cold got into my waist, my heart was out of rhythm, and I pushed people away bluntly.
This separation is like a lotus root that has been torn and broken by two bodies that have been glued together. The other party was dissatisfied, pinched my waist, and pressed his lips together again, like an arrogant and unreasonable soldier, broke into my house, disrupted the inside and outside of the room, and did something wrong.
Breathless, dizzy, dizzy.
I bit him fiercely and pinched his neck, but I couldn't stop the kiss, until I gave up my strength, my whole body was soft, and I asked for anything.
When it stopped, I don't remember.
In a trance, I remember a moment of weightlessness, my feet off the ground, as if floating, I closed my eyes, and in the chaotic darkness someone whispered: "... I have no father or mother, and no one has taught me how to deal with other people's feelings... I I always thought that you will always be there and won't leave, but I don't want to be five years behind you when I recover."
I heard every word clearly, but I couldn't understand it.
"Are you still willing to give that bastard a chance?"
"You... um... who are you?"
"Qin Lang."
"Qin Lang...Qin Lang..." I muttered the name over and over again, and every time I called it, I felt a clear line of tears slipping from the corners of my eyes to my chin, "...I don't want to start over with you, let me decide which way to go in the future, I don't even want to walk with you anymore... I, I've figured it out clearly, I won't be together if I'm not together, anyway, my life... is not long."
I was so tired from crying, my throat was torn.
The hand holding me was so tight that I frowned in pain.
The last thing I heard before I fainted, it seemed like this—
"Say such words with such an expression, Lin Xian, why am I willing to let go?" LC