Xia Xingcheng poured a third glass of wine.
His face was abnormally red under the influence of alcohol. Looking at the not-so-small white wine glass in his hand, he bent down and approached Yang Youming again, and apologized respectfully and sincerely: "I'm sorry, Brother Ming."
Yang Youming grabbed his wrist again.
Xia Xingcheng wanted to pull out his hand, but found that Yang Youming held his hand very strongly this time, and he couldn't get it free.
Yang Youming looked serious, as if he was really unhappy.
Many indescribable grievances surged up in an instant, with grief spreading from his heart to his nose, his eyes filled with tears in an instant, and they could fall out of his eyes in a blink of an eye.
Xia Xingcheng didn't want to be seen by anyone, so he was holding back. But others may not have seen it, and Yang Youming, who was so close to him, must have seen it.
Yang Youming stood up suddenly, took the glass from his hand with the other hand, raised it and drank it, and put the glass on the table.
Then, he raised his hand and patted Xia Xingcheng on the shoulder, then put his palm on his back and pushed it gently, "Come out with me, I'll tell you."
Xia Xingcheng lowered his head and walked out silently as Yang Youming pushed him.
Seeing that Xia Xingcheng followed Yang Youming out of the private room, Huang Jixin stood up nervously and wanted to follow him out, but Cai Meiting raised her hand to stop him.
Cai Meiting shook her head at him.
Huang Jixin had to sit down uneasy.
Li Yun, who had been sitting quietly beside her, suddenly smiled and said, "You Ming has never liked to make things difficult for others, don't worry."
Huang Jixin reluctantly smiled and nodded at her, "Of course I'm not worried about Brother Ming, I'm afraid that Xingcheng is ignorant."
Cai Meiting said at this time: "Let him go by himself."
After coming out of the private room, Yang Youming asked the waiter standing outside the door if there was a quiet place to talk.
Xia Xingcheng followed behind Yang Youming, bowing his head and not speaking.
The waiter immediately took them to the next room, which was a quiet little tea room with no one in it.
After opening the door and entering, the waiter wanted to turn on the light, and Yang Youming said, "No, I'll come."
Hearing this, the waiter bowed and quietly retreated, leaving only Yang Youming and Xia Xingcheng inside, and thoughtfully closed the door for them.
Xia Xingcheng sat down on the edge of the large mahogany tea table in the tea room. When he raised his head, tears could not be restrained from flowing down. He felt that he was extremely stupid. The only consolation was that there was no light inside, and Yang Youming couldn't see his face. .
However, as time passed, he gradually got used to the darkness in the tea room, and with the weak light outside the window, he could slowly see Yang Youming's face.
Yang Youming stood leaning against the back of a wooden chair, looking at him with no expression on his face.
Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and wiped away his tears.
The role alcohol played in his brain became more and more obvious. With a red face covered in tears, he stared at Yang Youming and smiled. He was excited and sad.
Yang Youming said, "What is there to cry about?"
Xia Xingcheng smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm so sorry, Brother Ming."
Yang Youming's voice was low and quiet, "I said it's really not necessary, I won't be angry about this."
"You're angry," Xia Xingcheng said.
Then before Yang Youming had time to speak, he stubbornly insisted again: "You are just angry." He could feel that at least at that time Yang Youming was angry.
Yang Youming looked at him and laughed.
Xia Xingcheng stepped on the tea table with both feet, bent his legs until his thighs were tightly touching his chest and abdomen, then hugged his legs and rested his head on his knees.
This is not what he usually does, it's a bit childish, and it doesn't seem manly enough to him. He is more like Fang Jianyuan talking to Yu Haiyang: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just have a mess in my head, how can you Kiss me then?"
Yang Youming straightened up slightly and frowned at him.
Xia Xingcheng whispered, "I sometimes feel that you are too far away from me."
Yang Youming walked to him slowly, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on his head, "Xingcheng, wake up."
Xia Xingcheng tilted his head, put his face on his palm, and looked at Yang Youming with a bright light in his crying eyes.
Yang Youming sighed, "You really need to wake up."
Xia Xingcheng closed his eyes, as if very tired.
Yang Youming said helplessly: "You are drunk."
Xia Xingcheng closed his eyes and said, "I didn't. If you are still angry, I can continue to drink." Drink until Yang Youming calms down.
Yang Youming said softly, "You don't need to mention this again, and you don't need to apologize to me in front of other people."
The apology instead embarrassed both of them.
Xia Xingcheng did not speak.
Yang Youming glanced down at him, "Don't cry? Go back if you don't cry."
Xia Xingcheng opened his eyes and raised his head.
Yang Youming pulled a tissue on the tea table and handed it to him.
Xia Xingcheng dazedly didn't reach out to pick it up, as if he didn't understand what Yang Youming meant.
Yang Youming could only fold the toilet paper in his hand and lowered his head to wipe the tears on his face.
Xia Xingcheng raised his head obediently and looked at him seriously.
Finally, he threw the toilet paper in the trash and said, "It's time to go back."
They went back to the private room next door and sat down.
I don't know if the spirit suddenly relaxed, Xia Xingcheng fell asleep on the edge of the table soon after returning to the dining table.
Yang Youming said to Cai Meiting: "Sister Ting, let someone send him back first."
Cai Meiting nodded and ordered Huang Jixin to send Xia Xingcheng back to the hotel.
Huang Jixin patted Xia Xingcheng's face but failed to wake him up, so he could only grab his arm around his shoulders to support him and help him walk outside.