The third year of divergence

It is rumored in the circle that the wine at the pool banquet recently is very good. After seven or eight layers of relationships, if you ask if you are a face, although people are too lazy to answer, but at night, it is common for him to push the door in without saying hello, so the wine turns red. Laughing and entertaining, looking forward to this rare game, in a few words, the benefits can slip into the pocket.

However, most of the time, people can't even hope to "talk to him in a few words". He leans on the sofa in the corner as if no one else is around, lazy to respond, lazy to look at him, as if he only needs a roomful of people to provide a sandwich The din of lights and wine.

Pillow wind is a sharp tool to open a bottle of boring wine, which is the tacit idea of ​​many people.Although the silent and airborne lover had been in office for less than a month, everyone who wanted to inquire had already been inquired.

After Nian Zhenyan hung up the phone, he got up again in the middle of the night, put on his clothes, took his mobile wallet, and asked his roommate to stay at the door, then left the school and took a taxi according to the address.

When I arrived at the entrance of the clubhouse, I felt a little cold after being blown by the wind.The phone lit up with a text message from his sister: "Chi Yan went to Polaris today, where are you? Are you following? Are you next to him?"

Nian Zhenyan crossed out the text message and was led to the box by the waiter.

He could imagine the expression and tone of his sister's text message, as if she was holding his hand a month ago, struggling like a corner: "Go beg Chi Yan, you beg Chi Yan! I can't be so stinky In the end, I have suffered so much to get to where I am! Chi Cong didn’t bother with me, he has no reason to ruin me with Chi Yan! I can’t find anyone else who can talk to him. Ah Yan, you guys ate together in Panama Several meals, you have such a good personality and appearance! He likes men! Help me, help me Ah Yan."

It seems that people who are used to seeing all the shortcuts in the circle of fame and fortune think that every high platform will have that shortcut.

It seems that people who are accustomed to using themselves as bargaining chips will take out the same type of chips as the first way to save misfortune.

She was very lucky once, and successfully deceived a big fool who couldn't understand her ambition and disguise, and took advantage of his influence to go smoothly on the road she wanted to go.But she is very greedy. Seeing that she has almost got what she wanted, she began to miss the love that was forced to die when she was young, and she was caught when the old love rekindled.

She may be very smart, and she figured out that the big fool she deceived was arrogant and too lazy to care about it, so she let it go, but she didn't expect that other people would be free to intervene.

She has no other leverage, except for a younger brother.

Relatives are sometimes a bewildering existence. What binds them together is not the matching of characters, the matching of characters, or the attraction of souls, but the arbitrary and strong blood relationship.

You don't like her, but you seem to love her.

Nian Zhenyan couldn't refuse.

Entering the box, there was a lot of voices, and he found his goal amidst the demons dancing in the room.The man who monopolized a sofa sat in the dim light, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and did not respond to the approach of the figure.

Nian Zhenyan glanced at the table, surprised by the number of empty wine bottles on the table.Carefully observing Xia Chiyan's expression, he couldn't tell whether he was drunk or not, he hesitated for a while, and then sat down in the corner of the opposite sofa.

The vibration of the text message from the mobile phone came from the pocket again, silently urging.He began to be fidgety, how to start and how to speak about his sister's matter.

Maybe he should have brought it up on that inexplicable bar night at the very beginning, Nian Zhenyan thought angrily.At least at that time, Chi Yan said that he was the object of his empathy, even though he didn't understand why people like them would use the decent term "empathy" when they dumped someone, which was obviously "just for fun." "That's all.

Love, love, you obviously don't have it in your heart, why can you say it so hastily? ——He shouldn't have bothered to dwell on this issue that night.He should have crawled along and mentioned about his sister, who was able to sit on the same sofa with him for three hours, and now may have missed the best opportunity.

Nian Zhenyan filled the empty glasses on the table with wine, and watched the person seated opposite him drink the third glass of wine without blinking.

Would it be easier to talk when drunk?He looked at his face and said hesitantly, "Mr. Chi, I've been watching my sister's news lately..."

Probing to continue: "She has lost enough opportunities, can you, can you... let her go temporarily?"

He had already nervously clenched the wine bottle in his hand, but the person he was asking didn't seem to have heard his words, and after another glass of wine, he seemed to suddenly have the interest to speak.

"Your sister—" Nian Zhenyan's heart tightened in his sarcasm, "Oh, find me here."

He held his breath and listened to Chi Yan's words: "What makes you all think that I look like Chi Cong?" There was a reflection of a drunken person's face in the cup, "Brows, nose, eyes? Ah, it looks alike, but it doesn't work ,so what?"

"Personality also needs to be similar?"

"Before you came to find me for your sister, didn't you ask your sister about my temper—I'm as good-natured as Chi Cong?"

Nian Zhenyan didn't speak again.He judged that Chi Yan was really a little drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have talked so much with him, and he was frustrated that he wouldn't be able to talk better when he was drunk.

"What about you? When you found me, did you know that I had a lover, did you have the self-awareness to be a third party?"

Nian Zhenyan lowered his head and bit his lip.

"No—but it doesn't matter." He took the wine glass in his hand and clinked it lightly with the empty bottle on the table, "It happened that I cheated, and we hit it off."

He might be so drunk that he couldn't even hold the wine glass firmly in his hand.Nian Zhenyan listened to his words with disapproval, and felt that he needed to repeat his confession.

"Mr. Chi, I know what I said that day may be a bit abrupt, but I meant it sincerely. I don't know if you believe in love at first sight, but when I first saw you..."

The words were interrupted by a sarcasm: "Chi - clumsy."

Nian Zhenyan closed his mouth and accepted the comment, for a while, he didn't know what else he could say to save it.

Unexpectedly, Chi Yan took the initiative to speak.

"You know what's the best confession I've ever heard?" he asked with interest.

Nian Zhenyan shook his head, and seeing his unusually quiet expression, he opened his mouth as if a touching love sentence would come out of his lips in the next second.

But he just kept asking, "Do you know who said that to whom?"

He didn't seem to need his answer, and smiled at the reflection in the wine glass: "Mr. Ji told Mr. Chi."

Nian Zhenyan murmured in his heart, and immediately thought of the man who gave him a smile when he was fidgeting in the bar that day.

Nervously said: "Mr. Chi..."

"Who allowed you to call me Mr. Chi?" Chi Yan raised his head.

Nian Zhenyan was taken aback.

Like a thunder in the dark clouds, "Who the hell told you that I am Mr. Chi!"

The wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground in fright, and there was a crisp sound when the bottle shattered. Everyone in the room stopped and looked over.Nian Zhenyan now knew that Chi Yan would not speak better when he was drunk, but would also be more moody.

"roll."

It wasn't a loud noise, but when everyone saw the expression on the man's face in the shadow of the lamp, they continued one after another, and no one dared to stay.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and Ji Heyi expected that the people in the clubhouse would not neglect Chi Yan. After the secretary left, he continued to finish the work arrangements for the next day before heading to Polaris.After all, at this point in time, he would go home to sleep after delivering a drunk, and his work efficiency would be greatly reduced the next morning when he woke up.

As soon as he entered the room, the smell of alcohol made him frown.The drunk on the sofa lay quietly on his side, Ji Heyi pulled his shoulders and helped him up.

"Chi Yan." He called in his ear, "Wake up—can you still go?"

The drunk man was completely unconscious, but this call seemed to have left a loophole in his closed mind. He murmured, put his hands around his shoulders, stroked those shoulder blades, and held them tightly.

This is not a posture that can take people away easily. It took a while for Ji Heyi to tear him off, and with the help of the sweaty waiter, he sent him to his car.

He put the man in the back seat and opened the window to diffuse the alcohol in the car.

The reply from Chi Cong on the mobile phone showed that it was two hours ago, and he left the address of Chuanchi Yantianhaiju, and asked, "How is it?"

Ji Heyi didn't reply right away. He guessed that Chi Cong was already sound asleep, and the WeChat notification sound was enough to wake up the performing arts workers who had been in a chaotic sleep.

Enter the address into the navigation and drive to Tianhaiju.

The wide open windows let in the cold night air, Ji Heyi heard a slight hum from the back seat, and in the rearview mirror, the drunk's head lifted slightly, and then fell back immediately.

He raised the car window halfway, knowing that Chi Yan might have the strength to open his eyes.

Sure enough, the person in the back seat kicked his car seat in the next second: "Where are you going? The road is forked, idiot! My home is in Xiyuan! The third floor of the eighth building in Xiyuan!"

The crisp female navigation voice reported to herself, "Turn right 200 meters ahead", but no one paid any attention to him.

After a long period of silence, the drunk hiccupped, and his words were indistinct: "Forget it, there's a cheapskate living there...he doesn't care about me...he'll only call Chi Cong."

"You don't know how stingy my ex was... Hiccup, he got dumped."

He muttered and emphasized again: "I was dumped."

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the door of the car: "Who is yelling that I have been dumped!"

Ji Heyi turned off the navigation, and he had already memorized the rest of the road. During Chi Yan's kick, he slowed down the speed of the car.

It's okay if a drunk person really can't wake up, he's afraid he won't wake up when he's half drunk. He also saw the number of empty bottles on the table just now, and he's afraid he will vomit in his car halfway.

Probably the kick just now exhausted all his strength, the drunk lying on the back seat, his breathing rose and fell quietly for a while.

"Stingy... don't even give me a little... hiccup, a little bit of liking."

He was really drunk, Ji Heyi thought, he was so drunk that his memory became blurred.

He may have dialed his memory back several years.Is two years a long pursuit?Maybe it counts, Ji Heyi seems to have heard similar accusations several times, but at that time, he always said the same words in a relaxed and teasing way.

It's not like it is now with a deep voice and a smell of alcohol.

"Why don't you like me a little more... not at all."

"Just... hiccup, a little more than liking Xiaolan Xiaozi!"

He also competed with the guppies he raised.

"A little more vegetables than that pot of Yanbaba!"

That pot of pothos has been drowned by you watering too much.

"A little more than those twin brats!"

This does not forget to deal with the children of my cousin's family.

The gate of the residential area was not far away, Ji Heyi leaned on the car, leaned on the steering wheel and listened, and he could hear the real grievance and anger inside.

"A little more than the silly dog ​​Mao Mao."

In the end, the voice dropped completely, and Ji Heyi glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw him curled up in the back seat, his face buried in his arms, and even the ends of his hair were quiet.

It's like talking in your sleep.

"A little more than Chi Cong."