King Jack Sue

Luo Qi really gave Gu Xuan a small cup.

Gu Xuan picked up the glass, looked at the white wine for a moment, then drank half of it.

I didn't feel it at first, but after a second, I felt a flame bursting out of my throat, burning the flesh and blood, and then the fire became bigger and bigger, from the throat all the way down to the stomach, and the pungentness was mixed with an unignorable pain.

Gu Xuan frowned.

"You enjoyed drinking this"

Yan Ci was taken aback for a moment, then realized that Gu Xuan was asking him: "Fortunately, I can drink, but generally I don't drink much."

"What do you usually drink, beer?"

"Beer is too light, liquor is too strong, I usually drink soju."

"It seems to be raining outside soon," Qin Shu pushed the door open, holding a glass of juice in his hand: "Have you all brought umbrellas?"

"No."

Luo Qi took a mouthful of food and put it into his mouth: "It's okay, I came by car, and I will take you back when the time comes."

After drinking for three rounds, everyone gradually let go, talking nonsense, during which He Shuqian focused on Gu Xuan, Gu Xuan focused on Yan Ci, and Yan Ci mainly focused on Luo Qi.

Qin Shu looked around among the few people, feeling inexplicably that he was watching a bloody drama.

Yan Ci's cell phone rang suddenly, and seeing that it was Shen Feng calling, he walked out of the room to answer the phone after telling everyone: "What's the matter?"

"When will you come back, and bring me something by the way."

After answering the phone, Yan Ci walked into the private room, retracted the moment his hand touched the doorknob, and suddenly wanted to see how the contract was signed.

He turned on his phone and went to the literature website app to check the notification column.

After waiting for the results for nearly ten days, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

My hands are shaking a little.

It's just a small matter, anyway, only you know, Yan Ci told himself.

Yan Ci opened it.

"Unfortunately, your signing application was not approved, and your work has not yet reached the signing standard. Please continue to work hard."

Yan Ci stared at the message for a while, then suddenly smiled.

I signed the contract and applied for three times, and it took more than a month. The text was revised and revised, and I even abandoned my favorite text. In the end, I still haven't passed it. I don't know if I am bad, bad, or bad.

Sometimes failure is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that you can't find the reason for failure and the direction to success.

I wrote about the most popular topics, changed the style of the drama, and added hip-hop elements, but still failed.If it doesn’t pass, you just give me one sentence, don’t say what’s wrong or what’s wrong, and don’t even give me a direction for correction, so what else should I do?Do you want to continue?

Yan Ci turned off the message notification, only feeling agitated and panicked.

After calming down, Yan Ci pushed the door open and walked in, smiling as usual.

Today is Luo Qi's birthday, Yan Ci doesn't want to make him unhappy by acting bad.

"President, let's have another drink."

Luo Qi has always liked to drink, and it is rare for someone to drink with him, so he is very happy, but thinking of how many people will be driven to him later, he dare not drink too much.

Yan Ci smiled slightly, didn't say much, and drank by himself.

It was almost ten o'clock after the dinner, and it was raining lightly outside and it was getting bigger and bigger.Gu Xuan and Qin Shu returned home, and He Shuqian resigned to go back to school. Seeing that Qin Shu's house was closer, Luo Qi thought about sending him home first.

"Luo Qi, I'm going back to school too." Gu Xuan said suddenly.

"what are you doing back to school"

"There's something to take care of."

So after Luo Qi threw Qin Shu home, he took the remaining three people straight to school.

It was raining heavily outside the car window, Yan Ci sat in the back seat and looked out the window quietly, without saying a word.

He Shuqian saw that he was not in the right state, and said worriedly: "Yan Cici, are you alright?"

Yan Ci shook his head: "It's okay."

Gu Xuan, who was in the co-pilot seat, turned around: "You drank a little too much tonight, go back and sober up, and go to bed early."

Yan Ci nodded lightly: "Yes."

There is something really wrong with him, Gu Xuan thought to himself.

After getting out of the car, Yan Ci said goodbye to the three of them, turned around and went to the school hotel to buy a bottle of soju, opened the bottle and drank while walking.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, people coming and going have umbrellas, and people without umbrellas are also running fast, for fear of being wetted by the rain.

Yan Ci couldn't help but feel amused, are you so afraid of getting wet?

This rain... is obviously a good thing.

Yan Ci especially likes the bamboo forest in the school, which is evergreen all year round. There are several stone-paved paths in the middle, which are very elegant. At night, the lights beside the stone path will be lit, and the dim light is gentle and gentle.

It is obviously a very beautiful place, but for some reason, few people come here. Many times, Yan Ci is the only one here.He walked slowly along the stone road, and he could walk for a long time.

It is not the first time I come here on a rainy day, but it is the first time I come here with a bottle of wine without an umbrella on a rainy night.

The wind was blowing and the rain was blowing, the bamboo leaves were rustling, and the coolness of summer was spreading across the surface, Yan Ci felt more comfortable than ever before.

In this situation, there is wind and rain, there is bamboo and forest, there is wine and night, it seems that something is missing...well, a poem is missing.

Yan Ci took a sip of wine suddenly, feeling that his footsteps were flimsy, and he might be a little drunk.

"In the middle of the night, the wind is blowing and the rain is blowing. Climbing tomorrow, autumn will be quiet."

Yan Ci has done this kind of thing before, walking along this path at night when no one is around, wearing headphones, playing his favorite music, reciting poems while walking, the poems and music fit together, and his state of mind.

"How many beauties are withered. There are only a few swallows, and they are hitting plantains."

The poems chanted include those of the ancients and his own.Reading your own poems to yourself is a very lonely thing.At that time, he hoped that someone could hear it, but he was afraid that someone would hear it suddenly.

"Water poured over melancholy. Hate is basil, how can it be against depression."

The only time I met someone was a drunk girl who seemed to be broken in love and was crying all the time.The girl grew up beautifully and cried very sadly. Yan Ci wrote an ancient poem for her expressing lovesickness.

"Come home late to wash guest robes. Aspirations are fluttering, and minds are shaking."

Since then, I have never bumped into anyone while reciting poems.He has walked this road many times, and he took every step with poetry.No one knew he did such a thing, only he knew.

The two-tone small orders, eight sentences, and six crosses make up a song "Yijianmei".He never knew that he could be so quick-witted and compose poems while drunk, step by step.

After drinking the wine bottle, Yan Ci staggered.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the whole body was soaked.

He knew he was sad, but he didn't understand why he was so sad.Is it because the contract was not successful?Yes, but it seems not quite.

His vision was a little blurry, he grabbed the street lamp next to him and looked up.

Looking at it from this angle, the road is very long, long...a bit endless.

I lived 20 years.

A full 20 years.

Yan Ci laughed out loud, and suddenly burst into tears with a smile, the rain mixed with the tears.

He is like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, who laughs when he talks and cries when he talks, he is good at wine and poetry, and his behavior is unreasonable. Others look at him like a lunatic, and he is indeed a lunatic.

It is difficult for people who have been lonely for a long time not to think crazy.

Even drinking alcohol hurts.

I hope I will be drunk for a long time...and never wake up again.

Do not wake up again.

He slowly let go, sat down along the lamppost, leaned against his back and slowly closed his eyes.

He suddenly wanted to sleep, just like the man said, he would not think so much when he fell asleep.

The wind is rustling, and the rain is rustling.

The people who are asleep are quiet, they cannot hear the sound of footsteps that are gradually approaching, and cannot see the gradually approaching figure.

He has an umbrella over his head to keep out the rain.

The person holding the umbrella is good-looking, and his handsome face has a slightly chilly feeling.

He opened his mouth and said two words in a low voice.

"Yan Ci."

Gu Xuan took him home.

Yan Ci was very drunk and drenched all over, Gu Xuan was worried that he would catch a cold if he fell asleep like this, so he planned to change his clothes.

It was past eleven o'clock, and the nanny and the driver were already asleep. Gu Xuan couldn't disturb them, so he had to do it himself.

Yan Ci was only wearing a white T-shirt, and when the rain got wet, his figure was very obvious, with a flexible waist and smooth lines looming under the clothes.

Knowing that both of them are men, Gu Xuan still felt inexplicably flustered when he reached for Yan Ci's collar.

Yan Ci's body was a little cold, with a wet feeling, and the touch was slightly moist and smooth, so comfortable that people didn't want to withdraw their hands.

Gu Xuan stabilized his mind, changed his clothes, changed his clothes, if he really wanted to touch it, he would have to wait until after changing his clothes, anyway, he is fainted and unable to fly at my house now, so I can do whatever I want.

Dazed for a second, Gu Xuan suddenly touched his forehead, what the fuck was I thinking...

After a lot of tossing, Gu Xuan finally changed Yan Ci's clothes, it was her own set of pajamas.

Yan Ci was a little shorter and thinner than Gu Xuan, so wearing Gu Xuan's clothes, he felt a little bigger.

Gu Xuan put him on her own bed, put a pillow on his back, and fetched a towel to wipe his hair.

In the room, only a desk lamp was turned on by the bedside. Gu Xuan stood by the bedside and wiped his hair. Looking down, he saw his gentle brows and eyes, and his quiet appearance was a bit more cute than usual.

The corners of Gu Xuan's lips curled up slightly, and he bent his right hand fingers to gently rub against his cheek.

Feels good.

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This song "One Cut Plum" is written by a small partner and has been authorized.