Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

"You...you." Zhao He was horrified, and even took a few steps back, his raised hand trembled, and was strangled by Xie Yan a second before falling down.

"You hit it right." He pointed to his face, still smiling.

"You, you, you!" Zhao He shook off his hands with a livid face, and said three times in a row before you continued, "It's outrageous!"

"Yes, we're bastards, we're shameless, we're immoral, we're sinful, and we don't allow it." Xie Yan's tone was terribly calm, "Mr. Zhao, the world is colorful, it's not black and white, can you accept that? It's your business, not yours and ours."

"Xiao Mian." Zhao He held back his temper, his voice changed a bit, "Look at what you look like now!"

"I've always been like this." Zhao Wumian seemed to be watching a farce with cold eyes, and lost interest before the curtain came to an end.

He held Xie Yan's hand instead, and said in a low voice: "Let's go."

Of course, Xie Yan would not object, and even stepped back half a step behind Zhao Wumian with dignity, and smiled at Zhao He like a submissive daughter-in-law: "I understand your feelings very well, but my position is also very important. Be firm, and I hope you will not disturb Wumian again, he is very busy."

"The working hours belong to the patients, and the off-duty hours belong to me." Xie Yan paused, and said unhurriedly, "I don't have any free time for you."

Xie Yan was dragged away by Zhao Wumian after he finished speaking the last word, and walked into the bar again, he smiled at Lance's bewildered expression.

But probably because the fake smile skill was used too frequently just now, his smile looked a little stiff and creepy, and Lance's hand that wiped the glass trembled: "Brother Yan..."

Unconsciously, his eyes drifted to the hands of the two people who were holding each other. He seriously thought about whether he should inform the boss or pretend he didn't see it.

Forget it, my life matters.

He silently looked away.

"Have a drink?" Xie Yan looked at Zhao Wumian, trying to see some emotion from his face.

His thoughts are full, such as disappointment, sadness, helplessness, and confusion. When a person is in a low mood, it is often the time when his defenses are the weakest. The life gate of the human heart is usually sealed by 360-degree flesh and blood without dead ends. When you wake up, you can only glimpse its softness and fragility when your true emotions leak out.

It's a pity that the reality is very skinny - Zhao Wumian's handsome and square face is still so calm that he wants to be scolded.

Xie Yan couldn't do such insulting things like swearing in the street, he just ordered two cups of Long Island iced tea after Zhao Wumian said "yes".

Picking a cubicle with few people and sitting down, Xie Yan put the wine in front of Zhao Wumian: "Want to chat with me?"

Zhao Wumian took a sip of the wine, the pungent taste of the first drink made him frown slightly.

Then he was silent for a while, just when Xie Yan thought he was finally going to let go of his defenses and confide in his heart, he moved his lips and uttered a few words: "There's nothing to talk about."

Of course there are many things to talk about, Xie Yan didn't press the question, but asked casually: "It doesn't matter if I ruin your reputation like this?"

Not only is it ruining his reputation, but he even came out in front of his father recklessly, but the effect is also obvious. Zhao He didn't remember his original plan and intention after such a toss, and this time the two were not happy. And San, next time, if you want to pretend to be sincere and play the family card, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the fact that Zhao Wumian is gay.

"It's okay." Zhao Wumian took another sip of wine, he drank a little more hurriedly, and his frown became tighter.

Xie Yan nodded: "That's good."

He said seriously: "If he pesters you again, you will blame everything on me."

"Thank you." Zhao Wumian thanked politely, not for the future troubles, but for what happened just now.And at times like this, thank you usually means decline—thank you, no need.

It is absolutely impossible for a man like Xie Yan not to hear what he meant, but he acted as if he didn't hear it, sipped his wine with a smile, and said in an intimate tone, "You're welcome, it's only natural to solve your boyfriend's worries and problems, I'm happy to do it pole."

Zhao Wumian: "...I don't remember when we had a relationship beyond friendship."

"Ah, that's right." Xie Yan narrowed his eyes slightly while drinking, "That's it now." He has always been a straightforward person, and also a selfish person.Since he is tempted, Zhao Wumian likes him, it's best, if he doesn't like him, he will think of a way to make him like him.

After all, Zhao Wumian will not be allowed to leave easily.

Now that the butterfly landed on his shoulder again, he will not let the butterfly fly away this time.

He will grab him, tear his wings, lock him in his heart, sink the shackles with iron chains, build tall buildings, and throw the key into the sea. This life and the rest of his life can only be entangled with him, and he can't get out.

Xie Yan's shamelessness reached a new height, Zhao Wumian pressed the center of his brows, and said helplessly, "Be reasonable."

Xie Yan shook his head and laughed: "Emotions are unreasonable. Those who are late come first, and those who jump in the queue savagely win."

Feeling so helpless that some irritated emotions came inexplicably, Zhao Wumian raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar, took a sip of wine, the wine stains stained his lips, reflecting the light, making his lips more attractive.

Xie Yan stood up, leaned over, raised his hand to wipe it, from the corner of his lips, along his lips, wiped it very slowly, smiling like a trembling flower branch, but his lips and teeth were sharp, and said word by word: "I've been chasing you for so long, not for you to reject me."

"I like you, and you don't hate me. I'm single, and you are alone. Life is short." He paused, and sighed softly on his lips, "It's better to have a companion together."

Feelings are indeed an unreasonable thing, but Xie Yan is even more unreasonable. Zhao Wumian saw his own reflection in his amber pupils, and felt that he was bewitched for a moment.

Neither of them opened their mouths. In the dim light, the tune of the chorus part became cheerful, and the uncontrollable heartbeat was like a stupid pig thumping inside, unable to get out.

This kind of atmosphere is sentimental, Zhao Wumian compulsively and calmly looked away, and inadvertently glanced at Xie Yan's neck, which was empty.

"The red string around your neck..."

"You mean my jade badge?" Xie Yan leaned back on the sofa, folded his long legs casually, and turned his legs up, "I didn't wear it."

"I don't wear them when I go out to play."

He intentionally cooperated with Zhao Wumian to divert the topic. Anyway, Zhao Wumian didn't refuse, so he took him as the default: "My grandfather likes calligraphy and painting, and is also good at seal cutting. He will carve a chapter for every child in the family when he is born, and he has warmed up a lot. The old jade, polished by hand, engraved with words, entrusted with the blessings of the elders, and worn close to the body since childhood."

Probably because of what he said so much, or maybe the effect of alcohol began to erode the will, Zhao Wumian was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't have a grandfather."

That person, that person's family, never acknowledged him.

"There is no father." He took a sip of wine before continuing under his breath, "Grandpa and grandma... passed away very early." In his memory, there is no trace of any relatives, so there is no blood relationship.

"Later, my mother also died."

"Lung cancer." His tone became very calm at this moment, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "At first it was just a cold." Suddenly, he developed lung cancer.

"There is one thing you said is right." Zhao Wumian's tone was light and light, and before it fell into his ears, he left, "I am alone." All alone.

After he finished this sentence, he drank most of the glass of wine in one gulp, and swallowed in a muffled voice, Xie Yan frowned.

He just frowned.

No one spoke, no one stopped the wine, most of the glass of wine was drunk, the blood in the body warmed up, the angle of view was softly illuminated in the slightly drunk, and the world seemed to be less fucked.

Zhao Wumian's story is very simple, with a few sentences and context, it is not difficult to read and understand at all.

Chen Shimei, who abandoned her wife and son, married someone else, either because of a change of heart, or because of money and power.Grandpa and grandma passed away very early... His mother died of illness, Xie Yan, who grew up in a carefree environment, can hardly imagine what he has experienced in these years.

No one can be perfect to be impeccable. When Zhao Wumian saw the softness in his heart, he accepted his eccentricity, flickering, [-] kinds of bad problems didn't matter.

Thinking about it now, it doesn't matter where it is, the relationship is obviously bigger.All of his dispositions, every silence of his, hide the hardships he has endured along the way. Maybe he is not so pleasing, but he is already very good, very good.

Such a good Zhao Wumian is now his.

Xie Yan raised his hand and raised his half glass of wine and moved towards it, the glasses collided with each other, and there was a crisp sound, which was very pleasant.

He touched it once, twice—Zhao Wumian frowned and moved his hand away, allowing him to touch it for the third time.

Xie Yan smiled at him: "Actually, I don't have to ask anything."

Zhao Wumian stared at his smiling eyes, subconsciously raised his hand to block it, this time, he felt drunk again.Mottled halos scattered all over the ground, flickering and shaking, giving people a headache.

"I just wanted to have a drink with you."

So I ordered such a strong wine, the stamina is long, enough for a good night's sleep.

With a sound of "铛...", the cup was touched for the third time, Zhao Wumian seemed to have done nothing, and silently poured the remaining half of the cup into his mouth.The strong wine moistened his throat and flowed into his chest, burning his heart sorely.

He is really not good at drinking. A cup of Long Island iced tea is seven points drunk, and the remaining three points rely on willpower.

His eyes fell on the wine glass shaking in Xie Yan's hand, he held Xie Yan's wrist, and took a sip of wine with his hand.

"You're drunk." Xie Yan's hand holding the wine glass tightened by two points.

The two looked at each other quietly, and neither of them let go.

Zhao Wumian glanced at the wine glass, then at him again, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of confusion, as if he didn't know why there were other children fighting for candy with him, and he was still a little puzzled in the confusion sad.

His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and Xie Yan's heart trembled accordingly.

Get drunk.

He thought, not to mention half a glass of wine, but his heart, he wanted to take it out and give it to him.

Resigned to his fate, Xie Yan let go of his hand, allowing a certain drunk to make him even more drunk.

When the transparent glass bottomed out, he stood up and stretched out his hand to Zhao Wumian: "If you drink my wine, you will be mine."

"Let's go home."