post cold war era

Pushing open the door, Wang Yao felt his body go limp all of a sudden, the willpower that had been supporting him disappeared, everything during the day was like a dream, the provocative Yong-soo, Al who drove him away, and Yi who borrowed his clothes Ten thousand.As expected, he was scolded by his boss after returning to China. This was the first time such a shameful thing happened after the war.As a country, Wang Yao has no right to be self-willed. He hastily accepted Yong-soo's challenge, causing bad influence on the whole country. I don't know how long this bad influence will last, and I don't know how much damage it will cause.

The water from the shower mercilessly sprayed on Wang Yao's tired body. Wang Yao stretched his hands behind his back. His body was very flexible, and his arms were enough to reach every part of his back. He gently stroked the scar, feeling From top to bottom, it seems that I can still feel the deep pain and despair.

Why am I not an ordinary person?A man with a short lifespan.Why can't I live my mediocre life peacefully like any Chinese?Why should I be Wang Yao?

There were still drops of water on his skin, Wang Yao stepped out of the bathroom, picked up the nightgown hanging on the hanger and put it on, it was a very long Chinese-style nightgown, simple in style, without too many decorations.Those Western guys often guess that Wang Yao's home is full of Chinese-style magnificence and mystery, and must be luxurious and gorgeous.But that's just a guess. In fact, Wang Yao's home is very simple, and only reflects the Chinese style in some details, and there is often a faint smell of herbs in the house.

Take out a bottle of high-strength northern wine. Wang Yao generally doesn't like to drink strong alcohol. The wine produced in the extreme north of China is as strong as vodka. Wang Yao doesn't enjoy drinking it at all, while Ivana The guy said that this wine is completely white water.It's just that there are no other alcoholic drinks in Wang Yao's house right now, the only bottle of spirits was given to him by his boss, and it has been kept in the cabinet.

On the carpet in the middle of the hall, Wang Yao's nightgown was not fastened, his hair was disheveled and still dripping, but now no one is looking at him, he can lose his composure.Open the skylight, the moonlight outside is just right, the moonlight like silver gauze gently wraps Wang Yao's disheveled body, but that cold thing can't soothe his heart.Pour the wine into a glass, which was originally a goblet for red wine, Wang Yao picked it up and used it without even looking at it.Sitting on the carpet, looking at the bright moon, Wang Yao drank the spirits in one gulp, a fire went straight from his mouth to his abdomen, heh, this is the so-called "Qingzhou Engagement", right?This is what good wine should feel like!Enduring the burning pain in his stomach, Wang Yao poured himself another cup, drank it down again, and was once again pierced by the burning sensation.

The pain and heat in the body seemed to have dispelled the coldness in his heart, and a childish smile appeared on the corner of Wang Yao's mouth.What is Al doing now?Maybe with the Americans?What is Ivan doing again?His coat hasn't been washed yet, don't forget it tomorrow.Oh, what does he worry about those people?He's the only one in the world who doesn't have friends, right?Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his wine glass to the moon, his wide sleeves slid down, revealing his smooth arms without a trace of fat, his pale complexion became translucent under the moonlight.

"Come on, drink! Come with me!" Wang Yao invited the moon with drunken eyes, his body became light, and he suddenly fell backwards.

Lying on the carpet with his body stretched out, his nightgown was completely spread out, tangled with his long hair, forming a strange picture under the moonlight.Wang Yao hummed a silly lullaby in his heart, he didn't remember whether he sang it out loud.

In the end, I can only coax myself to sleep.