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There are two bottles of Luzhou Chenqu in a plastic bag, and a bottle of white wine that costs tens of dollars. It doesn't have a particularly mellow taste, but it is a brand that Xing Hong often drank before his death. I can't distinguish between Wuliangye and Erguotou's high or low quality of wine, I just feel that baijiu has the same taste, spicy and irritating, one sip is like swallowing a knife and a ball of fire, letting it break open and burn dignifiedly.

His chest is tight right now, and he urgently needs such a stimulation.

He sat on the side of the street waiting for Yu Zhongye's car, but he couldn't wait for a long time, so he simply opened a bottle with his teeth, and took a few sips like drinking cold water.

When a bottle of Chenqu was about to run out, a big black Mercedes came through the rain and fog—it was the same car, perhaps because Tai Zhang always kept a low profile, maybe Lao Lin changed the car.

In the heavy rain, Xing Ming was drenched and stood up staggeringly. He thought that Lao Lin was the only one in the car, but Yu Zhongye was also sitting in the back seat.

Xing Ming opened the back door of the car and sat in. Yu Zhongye glanced at him and asked, "Are you fighting someone again?"

Xing Ming was stunned for a moment, and Yu Zhongye had reached out and pinched his wet cheek: "It's written all over your face."

The old fox's eyes were too poisonous, Xing Ming couldn't deny it, and honestly admitted: "He recruited me first."

Yu Zhongye smiled: "Win?"

Xing Ming nodded: "Yeah."

"Just win, what's the point?"

"I want to have a drink with the teacher." Xing Ming didn't want to talk about those messy things at home, and raised the plastic bag in his hand, "But if you only drink Lafite, then there's nothing you can do." At this moment, he was almost drunk, and when he was sober, he didn't dare to talk to Yu Zhongye like this. He was inexplicably afraid of this man, not because he was the leader of the station.

Unexpectedly, Yu Zhongye readily agreed, and slightly raised his voice to tell Lao Lin to find a place.

The drinking place was chosen by Yu Zhongye, but it didn't look like Yu Zhongye chose it.A night market food stall tucked away in a small alley, greasy, messy, semi-outdoor, the business is actually pretty good in such a heavy rain, the hall is [-]% full.There are also seats outside, but the plastic tables and chairs are very simple, and a big red canopy covering the head is enough to deal with it.

The boss had a lot of pockmarks on his face, but he looked kind. Seeing Yu Zhongye getting off the Mercedes-Benz, he immediately came up to meet him, called "Uncle Yu" warmly, and punched Lao Lin on the shoulder again. I have known them early.

Boss Mazi took the plastic bag containing sea razor clams from Xing Ming, and asked him if he should avoid eating onions, ginger and garlic, and said that he wanted to add a few more delicious dishes.

Looking at Boss Mazi's busy back, Xing Ming asked Yu Zhongye in surprise: "So you will come to this kind of place too."

"Occasionally." Yu Zhongye picked a seat under the big red canopy and sat down.

Boss Mazi was originally a cook in the army, and he started to run this food stall after retiring from the army, which can be regarded as returning to his old business.He and Lao Lin were talking about old times in the hall, and there were only two people sitting under the empty red canopy, Yu Zhongye and Xing Ming.

While waiting for the waiter to serve the dishes, Xing Ming unscrewed the bottle cap and poured it half full for Yu Zhongye——suddenly seeing Yu Zhongye's bandaged hand, he remembered that his right arm was injured, although A cast is not necessary for minor fractures, but strong alcohol should not be consumed.

Seeing Yu Zhongye drinking from a toast, Xing Ming hurried to stop him and said, "Teacher, I forgot that you are still injured, so I shouldn't ask you out for a drink today."

Yu Zhongye drank it down in one gulp, put down the wine glass, and smiled seemingly indifferently: "I will give my life to accompany you."

This is too serious.But Xing Ming listened to his heart, so he grinned, revealing two rows of white and delicate teeth, as happy as a child.

A waitress happened to bring the dishes to the table at this time, a large plate of stewed razor clams in white wine, with a strange smell of heat.Xing Ming glanced at the waitress, he suddenly became smoother now, he completely forgot about the unhappiness brought to him by Qu's mother and her, seeing mountains as mountains and beauties as beauties, he was able to objectively evaluate this girl as good-looking.

The rain, which was as big as soybeans, hit the red canopy, and Xing Ming drank a few more cups of Daqu, his eyes were blurred, his face was full of peach blossoms, and even his usually sharp tongue was blunt, without the usual fierceness Instead, he talked more.

Most of the time, Xing Ming spoke and Yu Zhongye acted as the audience.At that time, he was a weirdo, and he had little to talk to with his peers, but he could chat with professors and deans.At one moment, he generously criticized the systemic ailments in the TV station, and at another moment he slapped himself with contempt and despise idealism. He proudly talked about his past achievements, and then talked about the most embarrassing experience since he entered the industry——

It wasn’t the group performance incident that nearly cost him his job, but an interview with a rural teacher who suffered from stuttering. He was the only educator in a remote area of ​​the country.

A group of his students were sitting in the studio. The old teacher faced the camera for the first time. He seemed to be careful about every question, but in fact he tried his best to cover up his stutter with his half-baked pronunciation.Xing Ming still remembers asking him at that time, you don't have the qualifications to be a teacher, and you don't conform to the provisions of the "Teacher Law". Would it be wrong for you to teach and educate people?

Because of this cold and harsh question, all efforts to cover up fell short, and the old teacher did not say a complete sentence. He panicked and stuttered, and finally looked at the ignorant students in the audience in despair, crying.

Xing Ming told Yu Zhongye that he always remembered the eyes that were dripping with muddy tears at that time, and he still couldn't let go of them to this day.

There were a few lights inside the big red canopy, not too bright, but the greasy yellow light made Yu Zhongye's face look extraordinarily deep and elegant.

His heart pounded, and Xing Ming suddenly stopped speaking, frowned, and pursed his lips tightly.He has never said these words to anyone, not even Su Qinghua who is like a master or father, let alone Yu Zhongye who only has a physical blind date.He woke up with a start, afraid, alcohol is too dangerous.

Satisfied with wine and food, he bid farewell to Boss Mazi, and Xing Ming followed Yu Zhongye back to the car.

The space inside the car was cramped, and the clothes that had been soaked just now hadn't completely dried in the shade, exuding the mild musty smell unique to mid-spring rain.It's uncomfortable to be half-wet and not dry. Xing Ming was drunk, took off his shirt, and sat on Yu Zhongye's body without waiting for Lao Lin to start the engine.

Xing Ming spread his legs, lowered his head, stared straight at the man in front of him, and said to Lao Lin in the driver's seat behind him, "Old Lin, go down and smoke a cigarette."

But Director Yu seemed not in high spirits today, with a lukewarm attitude: "Old Lin, drive."

Xing Ming was surprised. Before he was unwilling, the old fox just threatened and forced him, but now he wanted it, but the old fox refused to give it.He was not convinced, so he stood up and took the initiative to take off Yu Zhongye's pants, to touch the huge mass of hot desire in his crotch.

The movement was too big, he inadvertently stretched his neck, and with a "bang", he hit the ceiling of the car again.

Xing Ming was already dazed and staring, but this collision completely lost his arrogance, he let out a howl of "pain", and collapsed into Yu Zhongye's arms softly.

Yu Zhongye laughed, stretched out his hand to gently stroke the back of Xing Ming's head, and told Lao Lin to change the car tomorrow.