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His voice was very low, because of the alcohol, he was curled up in a hoarse voice, and his brows and eyes were drooping lazily, which actually had a kind of gentle meaning.

Xia You stood quietly, looking deeply at Shang Beilin.

It took a while to speak: "Brother, did you drink too much?"

Shang Beilin was dumbfounded for a long time, then shook his head, "I drank a little, but not drunk."

Xia You pursed her lips and glanced at the faucet next to her.

Shang Beilin looked down from his face, and finally landed on his chest, and suddenly smiled, "Why do others have square collars, but yours is a bow tie?"

This joke seemed to save Xia You from the anxious atmosphere.

He took a breath quietly, "Because there are not enough square knots, only bow ties."

"Aren't girls only wearing bows?" Shang Beilin said, "You're a boy, if you don't like bows, don't wear them."

Xia You looked down at the bow on the neckline, and Shang Beilin's words woke him up.

Yes, he is a boy.

What were you nervous about just now?

He exhaled and shook his head: "It's okay, I don't care about these."

"Then do you care about what I just told you?"

"what?"

The question was so sudden that Xia Youcai's calm breathing suddenly lost its rhythm.

He didn't drink any alcohol today, but his mind was dizzy, probably because the music was too loud, and he was in a trance.

"elder brother......"

"Xia You, everything I tell you is through my brain, and it's all from the truth."

Shang Beilin paused for two seconds, moved the palm holding his wrist up a few inches, and gently grabbed his forearm.

"I've met many people, men and women, enthusiastic and good-looking, none of which are as attractive as you."

"I drank some wine today, and I might say some nonsense while I'm drinking." Shang Beilin was breathing heavily, "If you can accept it, then pay attention to it. If you can't accept it...I'll think about it again Method."

"eleven......"

"elder brother!"

Xia You broke free from Shang Beilin's hand, hurriedly dipped some water from the nearby faucet, and flicked it on his face.

"You're quite drunk, sober up first. I've been away for too long. It's time for the manager to find me. You go back to the box by yourself after washing your face."

Shang Beilin went blank for a moment stimulated by the cold water, and by the time he realized it, he had already run out of the bathroom.

He stood there silently for a long time.

Xia You's reaction must have been understood.

He looked at the door and smiled suddenly after a while.

Back in the box, Shang Beilin drank a lot of wine openly, and the people around were crying and laughing, accompanied by the sound of explosions, all of which disappeared into his drunken dream in the early morning.

He hadn't been this drunk in a long time.

"Lin'er! Are you still awake, Lin'er?"

Qin Zijiao raised his neck and patted his face, "How much did you drink? We didn't drink you, why are you so drunk?"

"Brother Jiao, what should we do now? There are only three people who are awake, how can we get them back?"

Qin Zijiao looked at the drunken mud in the private room, and said with a headache: "Where can I finish sending it home, let's call a car to transport it to the hotel."

"Xiao Liu was taken away by his girlfriend. There are nine of us. Let's book a room for two people, and one for a single. How many rooms should we book?"

"If you book five rooms, you can't live in one room for three people and let two people squeeze into one bed." Qin Zijiao dragged Shang Beilin a few times, and suddenly thought of something, "Hey wait a minute, book four rooms, doesn't Lin'er have family members?" Here? Let Xia You carry him back, we don't care about him."

"Ah... that's not good, Brother Jiao, if Brother Bei wakes up and finds out that we abandoned him..."

"Then he's still not having fun?" Qin Zijiao whispered in Shang Beilin's ear, "Brother can only help you here."

When Xia You was called over by Qin Zijiao, it was already twelve o'clock in the morning, and he just got off work.

"How do you drink like this?"

He lay on the sofa looking at the drunk man, and muttered, "With such long arms and legs, it must be heavy to carry. What if I drop him?"

"If you fall, you will fall. I dare not tell others, but he will never blame you if you break him."

Qin Zi was so anxious that he was about to lose his mind, but after Xia You went through what happened in the bathroom just now, he could hear some meaning from it.

His vague guesses were forced to become clearer.

Shang Beilin was drunk, but he was not drunk.

He is different from others when he is drunk. He clearly knows that he is drunk, he knows that he is so drunk that he can't lift his eyes, his limbs are weak and his feet are sloppy.

He also knew exactly who was holding him at the moment.

He put half of his body on Xia You's body, and put his arms around him selfishly.

"Brother, be careful with the car door." Xia You hailed the car, helped him sit in the back seat, and hesitated for a moment looking at the co-pilot's position.Shang Beilin grunted dissatisfiedly and grabbed him back with restless paws.Helpless, Xia You could only be stuffed into the back seat, in the same space as Shang Beilin who smelled of alcohol and couldn't even sit still.

"Brother, don't move around, you will hit your head in a while."

When Shang Beilin was drunk, he was a rascal, clingy like brown sugar.Xia You really couldn't help it, he just pushed away a little, and soon stuck to him again.

Shang Beilin's hands and feet are very long, and his arms can easily hook him into his arms. He is much taller than Xia You, and when he rushed over, he almost covered Xia You's entire body.

The body of the drunk man was very hot, Shang Beilin buried his head into his shoulder, and the scorching breath sprayed continuously on his neck.

It was really too hot, Xia You's cheeks were flushed red by him, and his complexion was not inferior to Shang Beilin's at all.

The man's hair covered his sight, Xia You pushed his hair down, but this action only lasted for two seconds.

He found it a bit like stroking, just like Shang Beilin rubbing his head before.

He paused with his hands in the air, realizing this, and felt a little ridiculous.

Why would his thoughts diverge in an illusory manner even for a normal movement.

The car became quiet, he didn't touch Shang Beilin again, and let him lie quietly in his arms.

"Brother, we're home."

Xia You helped him out of the car, and stood at the gate of Shang Beilin's house, looking at the closed gate.

"Brother, where did you keep your keys?"

The man was lazily hanging on him, ignoring no matter how much he spoke to him, Xia You hesitated for a moment, then glanced at his coat pocket.

"If you don't talk, I'll pay for it myself?"

Shang Bei stood staggering, he couldn't stand it anymore, he could only lean on the wall to support his body, put his arm around him with one hand, and feel in his pocket with the other.

Not this side, and he groped his hand to the other side.

A bicycle bell rang in the alley.

Xia You paused slightly, and looked back subconsciously. The man had already walked away, but he still looked back at them. The smile on the corner of his mouth was just right, which surprised Xia You that he had been misunderstood.

Their posture is very similar to Shang Beilin pushing him against the wall.

Xia You's face was hot, and he didn't find anything in his pocket, so he quickly pushed Shang Beilin away.

"Brother, didn't you tell Aunt Jiang that you were going home tonight? I can't shout outside at night, so why are you going back?"

Xia You patted his face lightly, "Brother, wake up, where did you put the keys?"

Shang Beilin strained his eyelids, raised his eyes slightly to look at him, and shook his head in confusion after a while: "Today... I didn't bring it."

"what?"

After speaking, the person fell down again.

Xia You looked at her yard.

There was no other way but to take him home.

Both Liu Qing and Xu Ji'an were asleep, he kept quiet and carried Shang Beilin back to the room, the man fell down when he hit the bed, Xia You wiped his face with a hot towel.

"Brother, you sleep on my bed first tonight, I..."

Where does he sleep?

There is no extra luggage in the room, and I can't even make the floor. I can't sleep on the sofa in the living room in such a cold day...

Just as he was thinking, his wrist was grabbed by a hot palm, he suddenly came back to his senses, Shang Beilin drooped his eyes, opened a slit lazily, and was looking at him.

Xia You withdrew his hand, "Brother, are you awake?"

Shang Beilin shook his head, "...No."

Xia You: "..."

"Do you know where you are now?"

Shang Beilin gave a low "hmm", his nasal voice was very strong, almost speaking in a breathy voice, "I know...it smells good."

"What smells good?"

Xia You's bed smelled of laundry detergent, he had smelled it before, and it was very fragrant.

After coming back from the bar, he wiped his face with water again, Shang Beilin's alcohol has passed, and his head is not so heavy.

He looked at Xia You carefully, "...Where do you want to sleep?"

Xia You pursed his lower lip, put the hot towel into the basin, and wrung it out after getting wet.

"living room."

Shang Beilin closed his eyes, opened them and looked at the person sitting by the bed taking care of him, and said in a daze, "...it's so spacious, why do you have to go outside?"

Xia You curled up his fingers holding the towel.

He gently wiped Shang Beilin's face with a towel, without saying a word.

Shang Beilin's eyelids were heavy, he lifted his eyes and lowered them, but there was no sign of falling asleep.

The towel was hot, and Xia You's hand that accidentally touched his face was also hot, but Shang Beilin knew that it was late autumn, and it must be cold outside.

How could Xia You still be so hot after holding him in the cold wind outside for so long.

"...Why are you blushing?"

Xia You paused for a moment, then took it back after realizing it.

"I'm going to pour water."

Xia You stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom for a long time, watching the blushing of the person in the mirror slowly fade, he lowered his head to realize that the water hadn't been poured yet.

Back in the room, Fashion Beilin had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He stood by the bed for 3 minutes, finally convinced himself to climb onto the bed, and lay down quietly on the inside.

Same as sleeping at Shangbeilin's house last time, lying on his back with his hands folded in front of his chest, obediently motionless.

The next day, the light-transmitting curtains shone into the room, filling the room with warm sunshine.

Xia You woke up from her sleep, and it took a long time before she slowly opened her eyes.

What caught his eye was the face that was close at hand, and he was stunned for a moment.

Shang Beilin was lying on his side facing him, with a smile hidden on the corners of his lips and brows, his eyes were drooping with no energy, his eyelashes cast shadows in the morning sun, and he looked at him with a hazy smile.

"morning."

Xia You didn't make a sound, as if she didn't wake up, it took a while to recover from the daze, her thin lips moved.

"Morning, brother."

Shang Beilin looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to hook the tip of his nose, but when he was about to take it back, he was caught suddenly.

Just after waking up, Xia You's hand was taken out from the warm quilt, and the palm was warm.

He rolled his eyes and smiled and said, "Brother, you were drunk yesterday, do you still remember what you did and said?"

Shang Beilin's grasped fingers did not move, and the other hand under the quilt pinched his knuckles. He frowned slightly and did not speak.

Xia You saw his expression as if he had lost his memory, and let go of his hand.

"Forget it, I know you don't remember."

Of course he remembers.

But what I didn't finish at that time, now it's like a balloon that's inflated and punctured by someone, and suddenly loses energy, and I don't know where to start.

And the person in front of him, after confirming this matter, his brows and eyes relaxed, and he was obviously relieved.

Shang Beilin noticed such a subtle change, and his heart ached as if someone had pinched him.