grief

Ran Luo sat in the corner of the bar, staring at the liquid in the glass in a daze.

"Besides milk, no other drink is allowed, especially wine."

This is Zhan Yuan's request in the form of an order, and he has to obey it.At first I was dissatisfied, but later I realized that it was a different kind of concern.

At some point, he fell into the ungentle warmth of Zhanyuan, unable to extricate himself, and even used his dignity as a bargaining chip to bet that person cared.

Many times, we all know that some things are beyond our reach, but we are always looking forward to them persistently, hoping that the next second will be a miracle.It wasn't until he was burdened with scars all over his body and no longer had the strength to move forward that he stopped and re-examined whether the sacrifices he had made were meaningful.

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, Ran Luo slowly savored the bitterness and spiciness, which was the rarest taste in his nearly 17 years of life.

"Alone?" Someone was accosting.

Ran Luo pretended not to hear, lowered his gaze, staring at the wine glass.

"Ran Luo, how does this wine taste?"

Ran Luo turned his head and saw a familiar face: "Han Wei, why is it you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Han Wei reached out and stroked the slightly messy hair on Ran Luo's forehead, "Ran Luo, just because of a bouquet of roses, you gave up on yourself?"

Ran Luo waved his hand away and got up, but Han Wei held his shoulders and pushed him back into the chair.

Han Wei didn't stop moving, and sat down next to him, his hands quickly slid down and wrapped around his waist.

Ran Luo knew that he couldn't resist, so he didn't struggle at all, and stared at the man in front of him defensively: "How do you know about roses?"

"you guess."

"It's you?"

"Guess again."

"..." There was a little excitement in my heart, maybe the person who gave the flowers was not Zhan Yuan at all.

Han Wei caressed his face lovingly: "Ran Luo, I haven't seen you for so long, do you know how much I miss you?"

Ran Luo avoided his harassment and turned to look to the other side.

Han Wei pinched his chin, turned his head around, stared at his lips, and slowly approached: "Tsk tsk, you look so angry, you are really tempting."

"What do you want?"

"you guess."

"If you dare to touch me, Zhan Yuan will not spare you!"

"Are you sure?" Han Wei licked the corner of Ran Luo's lips, and smiled into Ran Luo's disgusted eyes, "Zhan Yuan just treats you as a joke, but you are serious..."

"No matter what he is, he is stronger than you!"

"Ran Luo, you really are a bitch!" Han Wei's eyes suddenly turned cold, "I was so flattering to you back then, even offending Zhan Yuan again and again for you, but you refused to give me a good face, and even joined forces with Duan Feng to force me to Leave. Now? What are you in Zhan Yuan's eyes, a plaything that can be stripped off anytime and anywhere for people to come up to benefit him, or a tool to vent when he is dissatisfied with desire..."

"Crack!" Ran Luo slammed the wine glass on Han Wei's head.

Blood slid down the corner of his forehead, Han Wei's eyes grew colder, and he grabbed Ran Luo's neck: "Ran Luo, do you think I'm still the same Han Wei who could hold you in the palm of my hand? Let me tell you, he died a long time ago , I died the moment I was pushed down the stairs by you!"

"That's because you betrayed Zhan Yuan!" Ran Luo looked at him without fear.

"I'm not the only one who betrayed him. Why have you never seen you be so cruel to other people?" Han Wei hugged him tightly and let him stick to his arms, "Ran Luo, even as a friend and brother, you shouldn't hurt me like this." I. I care about you so much and take care of you so carefully, don't you feel a little moved? "

"I never cared about you." Ran Luo struggled in his arms.

"Yeah, you don't care!" Han Wei shouted loudly.

Ran Luo was so shocked that his eardrums buzzed, but there was no movement around him.He struggled to look around, only to realize that something was wrong. At some point, there was only chaotic music left in the whole bar, and there was no one else.

No, there was another person, not far from their table, and there was a person sitting with his back to them.

"what happened?"

Ran Luo unconsciously asked what was on his mind, but Han Wei took out a pill and threw it into another wine glass on the table, and poured another half glass of wine.

Ran Luo had a bad feeling.

Han Wei picked up the wine glass, put it up to his nose and sniffed it.

"You're crazy!" Ran Luo thought he was about to drink, and immediately grabbed his arm, trying to stop him.

"You think I'm going to drink it myself?" Han Wei sneered.

"What do you mean?" Ran Luo suddenly realized something and began to struggle frantically.His kung fu is not weak, but it is still a bit behind Han Wei.

"Ran Luo, you deserve this."

Han Wei clamped Ran Luo's body with his legs, and poured half a cup of wine mixed with medicine into his mouth with force.

"No... cough cough... vomit..." Ran Luo knelt on the ground, scratched his throat hard, but couldn't spit out, "You... what did you give me to drink?"

"You'll find out later."

Ran Luo got up and was about to run outside.

Han Wei grabbed him by the collar, pulled him back and pressed him on the table: "A good show will be staged soon, how can the protagonist leave the scene?"

"Han Wei, what are you doing?"

Han Wei suppressed him, and shouted to the people not far away: "It's your turn!"

The man stood up and turned slowly.

"Yi Yan?" Ran Luo stared in disbelief at the gloomy face in the flashing neon lights, "Why are you with Han Wei, you have been threatening Zhan Yuan, could it be...uh..."

Suddenly dizzy.

Han Wei let go of him.

Ran Luo slid to the ground, shaking his head, trying to stay awake, but someone hugged his body.

It's a very familiar breath, but it's not Zhan Yuan.

"Han Wei, I'm sorry." It must be Han Wei, who has always wanted to apologize to him, but has not been able to say it.

Pushing Han Wei down the stairs was really an unintentional mistake.Those eyes full of pain stayed in Ran Luo's mind for a long time, making him regret endlessly.

The person hugging him froze, and continued to walk forward.

Ran Luo was thrown on the sofa in a daze, his originally weak body gradually regained strength, and he was still a little hot.

"Be nice to him, after all... I loved him once."

"Do you have nostalgia for him, or are you shaken by what he said just now?" Yi Yan took off his coat and threw it aside, "Otherwise, do it yourself."

"I don't want people who don't have a heart."

"What are you pretending, haven't you played much?" Yi Yan disdainfully.

"That's different, you don't understand." After Han Wei finished speaking, he took a look at Ran Luo who had sat up and was frantic, and exited the room.

The whole bar was plunged into darkness, Han Wei sat by the bar counter, lit a cigarette, and puffed in the darkness.The flickering light of the fire made his face even more lonely.

In the private room, Yi Yan adjusted the position of the camera, looked at Ran Luo who had begun to look attractive on the sofa, swallowed his saliva, and tore off his clothes.