Years of Intoxication

He Gu splashed water on his face a few times, the heat on his face went down, and his brain became more awake.

He straightened his tie, looked at himself in the mirror expressionlessly, and slowly revealed a mocking smile.

What are you afraid of? Why, you have already prepared for the worst outcome.

He Gu turned and left the bathroom.

Outside, a table of people were still chatting and drinking. Feng Zheng had already returned to his place and was looking down at his phone. When he saw He Gu coming out, he looked up. Those eyes were dark and bright, hiding elusive emotions.

Song Juhan also turned his head back, with a vicious look as if he was watching a prey enter the cage.

He Gu glanced at him and sat back in the seat next to him.

Song Juhan leaned slightly, and said with a smile in his ear: "How dare you fucking lie to me."

He Gu didn't say anything, but filled himself with a glass of wine, stood up, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Mr. Song, elders, I'm not feeling well today, and staying here will spoil everyone's happiness, so I want to go back and rest first." , I’ll punish myself with a glass, sorry.” He Gu didn’t wait for their reaction, he raised his head and drank a full glass of red wine.

Feng Zheng said warmly, "Don't drink too much if you're not feeling well."

A boss echoed: "Well, if you feel uncomfortable, go back."

Song He watched He Gu finish his drink with scrutiny, and then said flatly: "Then you go back, your health is important."

He Gu nodded, turned around and left without looking at Feng Zheng and Song Juhan.

Suddenly there was a crackling sound from behind, accompanied by several exclamations.

He Gu paused, and looked back, Song Juhan crushed the wine glass, the glass shattered in his hands, and the red wine spilled all over his body.

Song He frowned and said, "What did you do?"

Song Juhan smiled: "The wine glass is too thin." He took the towel and began to wipe it.

"Is your hand hurt? You're going to have a concert next month."

"No." Song Juhan shook his hand, the red liquid flowed across it, and he couldn't tell whether it was wine or blood.

He Gu's heart tightened, he pursed his lips, and left.

After taking a taxi back home, He Gu took a shower and started to deal with work. Working at such a restless time, the efficiency would naturally not be high, and finally he turned off the computer irritably.

He looked at his watch, it was past nine o'clock, and with Song Juhan's character, he probably would be arriving at his house soon.

He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the stars and lights outside, and suddenly felt an unspeakable loneliness.

I don’t know if there is such a contradictory person like him in the world, he seems to have everything, and he seems to have nothing. Of course, he never feels sorry for himself. Whether it is gain or loss, joy or sorrow, most of them are chosen by himself. .

It’s just that tonight, for some reason, he suddenly wants to meet his mother, and wants to know if she is really living the life he wants. If you work hard, you will get what you want.

For so many years, he has avoided disturbing her. Subconsciously, he may be avoiding her, and she is also avoiding himself. Maternal love is a very abstract word for him, and he cannot concretize the details.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the corridor, the house was very quiet, the sound of footsteps was clear and hurried, followed by the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole and twisted.

He Gu stood up, he felt the blood surge, and the temperature poured out of his body like running water, his eyes stared blankly at the door.

The door was opened, and Song Juhan walked in with an evil spirit more bitter than winter and a strong smell of alcohol, and his right hand was wrapped with several circles of glaring white gauze.

He Gu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes flickered, and his lips trembled slightly.

Song Juhan clenched his fists, seeing He Gu's look of being at a loss and terrified but trying to pretend to be calm, he suddenly felt a little soft-hearted, the muscles on his face twisted a bit, resisting the surge of anger, he took off his coat slowly, He wanted to take this time to calm down even a little bit, but the alcohol was burning his blood, his mind, and something in his body was clamoring to vent.

Why didn't he speak, just stood and watched.

In the end, Song Juhan couldn't help throwing the thick cashmere coat on the ground, and the horn buckles hit the wooden floor, making a heavy sound. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You promise to never get along with each other again from now on. Contact Feng Zheng, I will let you off today."

He Gu took a deep breath: "Ji Han, it's my fault that I lied to you, but it's inappropriate for you to restrict my normal communication."

"No, fit, fit?" Song Juhan had a grim expression on his face, "Why is it Feng Zheng? You said that you and Gu Qingpei are just colleagues, but let me believe you. What was the relationship between Feng Zheng and you before? He treats you now. What's the attitude? Are you fucking blind and can't you see it!" At the end, Song Juhan was already shouting.

He Gu felt his heart tremble, and he said in a deep voice, "It has nothing to do with his attitude towards me, Ju Han, I have said many times that I have nothing with him, why are you so aggressive."

"Because it can't be him!" Song Juhan rushed forward, picked up He Gu's collar with his big hand, and slammed him against the French window.

He Gu felt a pain in his back, and Song Juhan squeezed his chest hard with his finger bones, his face changed instantly: "Ju Han, calm down..." There was a strong smell of alcohol in his nostrils.

Song Juhan drank too much, he has always been a bad drinker, and his temper would become very irritable if he drank too much.

Song Juhan stared at He Gu's eyes with those beautiful but vicious eyes: "Last time you were hit by a car, I'm too lazy to argue with you anymore, I'll repeat what I said at that time, me and Feng Zheng, you can only choose one!"

He Gu had a splitting headache, and something in his chest was clamoring and rushing wildly, making him feel like his whole body was going to explode.

Why is Song Juhan such an asshole, why is he so...

Six years ago, he failed Feng Zheng. Six years later, Feng Zheng just wanted a friend to drink, drink and chat. Should he refuse?Is he going to block all his roads for Song Juhan?

Seeing He Gu's silence, Song Juhan was so angry that his brain swelled and his eyes were red: "Why are you so inseparable from him?! Why!"

He Gu tremblingly said: "You are unreasonable, let me explain to you."

"Fart your mother!" Song Juhan suddenly turned He Gu's body, pressing his face and chest against the French window.

Before He Gu could react, he felt chills all over his body. He was terrified of Song Juhan, who was drunk and furious, "Juhan, you are drunk, let me go first!"

"What can Feng Zheng give you? Is there anything he can give you that I can't?" Song Juhan acted violently and mercilessly, carrying out his "punishment" viciously.

He Gu was so painful that he was sweating, but at such a humiliating and chaotic moment, his brain sadly remembered the night when he reunited with Feng Zheng, Feng Zheng actually said exactly the same thing as Song Juhan.

What can he give you that I can't?

These two people are really similar in some ways...

He Gu soon couldn't think anymore, he was unable to bear Song Juhan's madness, broken words escaped from his mouth, "Song... Juhan, you fucking bastard..."

"Yes, I'm an asshole. I'm not such an asshole on the first day. You've stayed with me for so many years. What are you? You're even worse than a fucking asshole."

He Gu only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and something hot in his eyes dripped down his cheeks.

That's right, he's worse than an asshole.Shit, it's all fucking shit.

Song Juhan pinched He Gu's chin with one hand, and let him look at the reflection on the glass window, watching what the two of them were doing. No, it should be said that Song Juhan was doing something to him.

He Gu smelled the blood on Song Juhan's hands, his eyes were red, he had a hallucination, Song Juhan's hands were stained with his blood, the blood was stained when he dug out his heart.

Song Juhan's cruel voice echoed in his ears: "For Feng Zheng, you dare to lie to me. How much have you lied to me in a place I don't know?! You would be ashamed to kiss that bitch Zhuang Jieyu!" Enjoy, let’s go GAY with others! Didn’t you always hang around me before? After so many years, are you getting tired of my things, and are you starting to want to try something new?”

He Gu bit his lips tightly, unable to say a word, his body hurt, but his heart hurt even more.

For many years, his heart seemed to be beating only for Song Juhan, happy for Song Juhan, sad for Song Juhan, dug out by Song Juhan, bleeding out with every breath.

How could this heart not die?It's dead, it's dead, it's over.

One hundred.

"You are so coquettish, can others satisfy you? You are usually so prudish, do you have the face to let others see you like this?" Song Juhan kept spitting out vicious words, but his eyes became more and more red, and his curly hair was stained with sweat It stuck to his cheek, adding a bit of fierce embarrassment to him.

He Gu felt that his consciousness could not stop sinking, and finally he could no longer distinguish what Song Juhan said, and gradually lost consciousness.

When He Gu woke up, he felt that his body was falling apart, and there was no pain anywhere, and it was so uncomfortable that he even had difficulty moving his fingers.

"Brother He Gu, you're awake."

A cool voice came from next to his ears, He Gu opened his eyes reluctantly, and saw Xiaosong's face.

Xiao Song sighed: "Brother, your job is really shortening your life. Last month, you just had a concussion. Why did you have a fever again? The fever reached 40 degrees in the morning, scaring us to death."

He Gu opened his mouth, his throat was burning with pain.

Xiaosong fed him a little water with a spoon: "Do you have a sore throat? It's okay, you don't need to talk, take a good rest. Brother Han has invited a family doctor, and I will stay here with you. Oh, I will call Your assistant is on leave."

He Gu recalled what happened last night, and felt that the cool water flowing through his throat was as painful as a knife being cut.

Song Juhan...

He couldn't describe how he was feeling now, he couldn't even bring up the strength of hatred and anger, he just felt deeply powerless, as if he had exhausted everything and left his hometown to search for a treasure for many years, only to find that the treasure didn't exist at all.

th.

He thought that over the years, even if Song Juhan didn't like him, at least he still had some companionship, but Song Juhan could humiliate him so far.

What has he lived for these six years?What a complete joke.

a joke.