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Ren Yan and the girl seemed to be talking about important matters, bowed their heads to their ears, with a serious expression, Ren Yan was stuck for a long time, during this period, Duan Chuiyu drank several glasses of cocktails, his head was swollen and dizzy, maybe he was drunk , still startled.

Alcohol and Wang Hu's words stimulated his brain nerves together, leaving nothing but chaos in his mind.

"You should think about it again. If you are interested, remember to contact me."

At this point in the conversation, Ren Yanchong nodded to the girl, and moved his eyes to Duan Chuyu who was not far away. After a long while, the face of the man lying in front of the high table was completely red, and his blood-red face was almost as close as that of that person. A red scarf blends into one color.

Ren Yan frowned slightly, said goodbye to the girl, and strode over.

Duan Chuiyu drank on his face, his skin was white, after a few drinks, his face turned into a peach.

He didn't know how many cups he drank, the sweet and spicy one was slightly more palatable than the drink, but it had enough stamina, and when the drunkenness came up, he was already a little dizzy.

Wang Hu watched and didn't stop him, he just felt that the child was refreshing and energetic, so it wouldn't matter if he had a few drinks.

He let it go, Ren Yan immediately stopped him, took away the goblet from Duan Chuiyu's hand, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"Have you been drinking?" Ren Yan asked with a straight face.

Duan Chuiyu's eyes were covered with water vapor, reddish, and he looked up lazily at him.

Ren Yan looked at Wang Hu again, his eyes were not friendly, he knew that Duan Chuiyu was picky and would not drink drinks of unknown origin easily, Wang Hu must have coaxed him to drink this wine.

He asked in a deep voice, "Did you let him drink?"

Wang Hu sneered: "If he likes to drink, let him drink a few more."

"He's underage." Ren Yan pushed the glass aside and asked the passing waiter for a hot towel.

"Oh, why are you so rigid!" Wang Hu complained.

Ren Yan glanced at him with a paralyzed face, then turned his head and taught Duan Chuiyu: "Who told you to drink?"

Duan Chuiyu frowned, and took the wine glass back, and choked with him: "I let me drink it."

After finishing speaking, he drank the remaining wine in the glass with his head up, and then pointed his fingers at the waiter, signaling for another glass for himself.

Wang Hu lowered his head and laughed straight while holding his wine glass.

Anyone who is used to drinking can tell that the kid is already drunk.

Duan Chuiyu swallowed half a glass of wine into his throat, feeling hot in his throat, grabbed the stem of the goblet with both hands, bowed his head and coughed a few times.

His face was flushed with blood, his lips were slightly pouted with wine dripping on them, and he was more ruddy than ever.

The waiter brought the wine, but Ren Yan refused to leave. Duan Chuiyu was so anxious that he lost his temper: "My parents don't care about my drinking!"

Ren Yan took the hot towel from the waiter, grabbed Duan Chuiyu's neck and brought him in front of him, wiped his face with the hot towel, and asked, "How old are you?"

With warm water vapor covering his face, Duan Chuiyu subconsciously closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Seventeen."

Ren Yan added: "Seventeen years old, sixteen years old."

Wang Hu on the side gave a "wow" and sighed: "You are so young, it's so good to be young."

The touch of the hot towel on the face is very comfortable. Duan Chuiyu seems to be in the warm summer wind. He feels dizzy and a little lazy. He tilts his head back unconsciously as Ren Yan wipes. His voice is buried in the towel, muffled. : "Who stipulates that minors cannot drink alcohol?"

Ren Yan removed the towel and said, "You have to go to school tomorrow."

The blood on Duan Chuiyu's face faded a little, but his eyes were still hazy and his expression was slack.

His head was heavy, and he leaned lazily on Ren Yan through alcohol, with the red scarf covering his waist and abdomen, and his tone was sad and complaining: "You talk to others for so long, no one will play with me, I can't drink without drinking." What are you doing?"

Ren Yan felt that the place where Duan Chuiyu was leaning against him was a little hot, so he put two fingers together, pressed Duan Chuiyu's forehead to push him away, and said, "I'll take you back."

"Don't go back." Duan Chuiyu stood up abruptly, "Grandpa Santa hasn't come to look for me yet, why should I go back, he won't look for me, I'll go look for him!"

As he spoke, he pushed through the crowd and walked out.

With a smile on the corner of Wang Hu's mouth, he winked at Ren Yan: "It's so cute."

Ren Yan didn't know what state Duan Chuiyu was in when he was drunk, but with just a few glasses of cocktails, he didn't get so weirdly drunk. He took his mobile phone from Wang Hu, picked up the coat that Duan Chuiyu had left behind , hurriedly chased after him.

The snow has stopped, and the air is dry and cold. The winter in the north is different from that in the south. The coldness lies on the surface of the skin.

Wearing a thin school uniform, Duan Chuiyu walked in the cold night, his footsteps were flimsy, step by step, pacing slowly.

The night was thick, and his scarf was like a mass of roses melting into the night sky, and the bright lights in the distance were sparkling stardust.

Ren Yan chased after him and wrapped him in a coat.

Duan Chuiyu turned his head with trembling lips, the mist in his eyes hadn't dissipated.

"Want to see Santa Claus," he said.

"What are you doing seeing him?" Ren Yan asked, helping him put on his clothes and tightening the zipper.

"I want a gift."

"I can't see it." Ren Yan rewrapped the loose scarf around Duan Chuiyu's neck and tucked it tightly, "A fictional character."

What he said was ruthless, and it was so unsightly, it shattered the dream of a good boy.

Duan Chuiyu pushed him away and walked straight forward, seemingly drunk but not drunk.

Ren Yan followed his pace and walked side by side with him: "He is fictional, I am not, what do you want?"

Duan Chuiyu stopped walking, staring down at his toes, he didn't want anything, what he wanted was not the nothingness of Santa Claus, but the reality of Ren Yan.

Ren Yan gave it to him.

His head was dizzy, and the words Wang Hu said still echoed in his ears.

"Why don't you talk?" Ren Yan asked in bewilderment.

After another long silence, Duan Chuiyu looked at Ren Yan face to face, half of his face was hidden in the scarf, and asked: "Do you like men?"

Ren Yan was slightly stunned, his expression changed for a second, and suddenly he realized the reason for Duan Chuiyu's uncharacteristic behavior tonight, he was very calm, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned: "Why, you discriminate against?"

"How is it possible?" Duan Chuiyu said without thinking, lowering his eyelashes, his voice lowered, "I'll just ask."

Ren Yan responded to him very clearly: "Yes, I like men."

Duan Chuiyu felt even more dizzy, and the drunkenness spread to the limbs and bones more violently, seeping into the blood all over his body.

Ren Yan asked again: "Wang Hu told you?"

Duan Chuiyu nodded, the soles of his feet fluttered a little, Ren Yan reached out to hold his arm.

The two were silent, and the atmosphere was silent. After a long time, Ren Yan suddenly asked: "Will you hate it?"

His voice was very soft, mixed with hesitation and temptation. It was the first time Duan Chuiyu heard his vacillating and unconfident tone. He was obviously aloof and calm all along.

This question is really stupid, Duan Chuiyu couldn't help but think to himself.

"Crazy." Duan Chuiyu cursed in a low voice, "What do you hate? I hate you."

He was so drunk that Ren Yan wanted to send him home, but he said no, he insisted on going to Ren Yan's school and going to sleep in his dormitory.

When Ren Yan refused, he played tricks and squatted on the side of the road.

He was indeed drunk, and his consciousness was still clear, but his words and deeds were no longer under the control of his brain, which made him feel a little nonsensical.

Ren Yan had nothing to do with him, so he agreed.

Ren Yan hasn't lived in the school's dormitory for a long time, but he comes back occasionally to tidy it up, and it's still clean and tidy. He and his roommate have long since settled their feud, but for some reason, they still live in Duan Chuiyu's house.

The roommate has been living alone for a long time, but one day Ren Yan suddenly supported a young man with red lips and white teeth, opened the door and entered the room.

"You're back?!" Wang Yuan was startled, and glanced at the boy beside Ren Yan, "Isn't this... a student you teach?"

Ren Yan said "um": "I drank too much."

Wang Yuan nodded: "I see, why did you bring him here?"

Duan Chuiyu walked up to Wang Yuan and poked him in the chest like a master, with a domineering expression on his face: "Can't I come here?"

Responding to the drunk man's words, Wang Yuan said, "Yes, yes, yes."

The soles of Duan Chuiyu's feet were fluttering, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, he couldn't stand up, and he blinked his eyes vigorously with his hands on the desk.

Glancing at a white plastic bag on the corner of the table from the corner of the eye, Duan Chuiyu squinted his eyes, and his consciousness regained consciousness for a moment.Ren Yan was making the bed behind him, Duan Chuiyu reached out and grabbed the plastic bag, and took a closer look.

"Why does it look so familiar..." Duan Chuiyu muttered.

Green letters on a white background, a small bag, opened to see, gauze, red syrup, iodine, band-aids...

Duan Chuiyu's nerves are slow, but his memory is quickly recalled.

Back to that day, the night he hurt his arm.

He turned around, grabbed the white bag and ran in front of Ren Yan: "What is this? Did you buy it for me?"

Ren Yan stared at the medicine bag for a moment.

It's been a long time, I didn't expect Duan Chuiyu to even remember this.When he came back from buying medicine that day, he found Duan Chuiyu was rubbing the medicine, so he didn't take out the medicine he bought, and left it in the dormitory without processing it afterwards.

Ren Yan pushed the bag of medicine away, and said stubbornly: "No."

"Where are you lying to ghosts?" Duan Chuiyu pouted his tongue, "You even lied to me that I was going to buy food. Why don't you show me these things? You are a bad liar."

"Yes, I'm a badass liar." Ren Yan snatched the medicine bag from Duan Chuiyu's hand, pulled the man over, took off his coat, took off his scarf, unfolded his quilt, and pressed the man into the bed .

Ren Yan followed him and said: "I am a villain, you are an idiot, I have lied to you for a long time, did you idiot find out?"

The idiot buried half of his face in the quilt, and his voice was soft: "What did you lie to me?"

"Do you think the villain will tell you?" Ren Yan helped him tuck the quilt tightly.

Duan Chuiyu closed his eyes and giggled twice, like the silly son of the landlord's family.

"You let him sleep in your bed?" Wang Yuan seemed surprised, and raised his voice.

Ren Yan said: "Otherwise, what can we do, this ancestor doesn't want to go home."

"What about you? Don't you sleep in the dormitory?" Wang Yuan was a little disappointed, "I thought you were going to move back."

"I'll go back to sleep." Ren Yan sat on the side of the bed, brushing back the broken hair on Duan Chuiyu's forehead, his skin was hot, and the heat was transmitted along Ren Yan's cold fingertips.

Duan Chuiyu originally closed his eyes, touched something cold, opened his eyes suddenly, in a trance, stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and grabbed Ren Yan's fingertips.

"It's so cold." Duan Chuiyu squeezed his fingers and rubbed them gently, "Help you warm."

Ren Yan's fingers gradually warmed up, his hands warmed up, his heart softened, and he looked dazed, but it was Wang Yuan's sneer that pulled back his wandering thoughts.

Ren Yan pulled out his finger and asked softly, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Duan Chuiyu shook his head, retracted his head into the bed, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Is this your quilt?"

Ren Yan nodded in response: "Yes."

Duan Chuiyu shook his head and rubbed his chin against the quilt: "I said it's so warm."

"Do you want to give you another bed?"

Duan Chuiyu shook his head, stretched out a leg from under the quilt, mysteriously: "I tell you—"

"Yeah." Ren Yan leaned over, "Tell me."

Duan Chuiyu bowed his legs, opened the trouser legs of the school trousers, revealing a section of red long johns, with a quiet voice and a very proud expression: "I'm not cold, I have these."

Ren Yan froze for a moment, couldn't hold back, and tilted his head to laugh.

"Does it look good?" Duan Chuiyu lifted his feet up to the sky, and a large section of bright red long johns suddenly came into view.

Ren Yan tucked his restless legs into the bed, and responded with a smile: "It looks good."

Wang Yuan on the side had already burst out laughing, saying "this kid is so funny" while picking up his mobile phone, saying that he wanted to go out and laugh for a while.

After Wang Yuan left, this little ancestor was still going on. When Ren Yan helped him wipe his face, he even grabbed his clothes and made fun of him.

Ren Yan pressed his hand, and he raised his head, soaked in the smell of wine, leaned forward, and sniffed his nose against Ren Yan's ear, like a puppy.

Ren Yan heard him ask: "Have you changed your perfume?"

Ren Yan looked down at him, and met a pair of watery eyes.

Duan Chuiyu raised his head and pressed it closer, the side of his neck drew a beautiful arc, the tip of his nose brushed past Ren Yan's chin inadvertently, sniffed gently, and murmured: "It smells so good. "

It was changed.

No more citrus, no more fresh fruity scents.

It is a woody fragrance, like smoked tobacco that has been stuffed for a long time, mellow and soft.

The smell of alcohol is intertwined with the agarwood of ebony, which is so fragrant that Ren Yan is also a little intoxicated.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-0219:54:45~2020-05-0319:50:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 450049401;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Brother Wuyu; 1 bottle of Venus in the eyes of Carrot Festival and Art Students;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!