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"It's always been like this." Meng Wenjun said, the wine bottle in hand had already bottomed out.

Yang Kangyu called for a new one, turned the screwdriver away and handed it to Meng Wenjun, but Meng Wenjun said, "I'm dizzy."

The wine was still put down, Yang Kangyu smiled: "Then why did you come out today?"

Meng Wenjun pinched his temples with his hands to suppress the intrusion of the alcohol, but it was just a futile remedy, his mind was heavy and his consciousness was blurred.

"Today is my birthday," he said.

Hearing this, Yang Kangyu shook the wine in the bottle and shouted: "I didn't know!" The voice was far louder than the conversations of the people around him, which attracted a lot of attention.

But Yang Kangyu didn't care, and wanted to clink glasses with Meng Wenjun: "Happy birthday to you!"

Meng Wenjun suppressed the drunkenness, put on the wine bottle again, filled the glass, lifted it up and touched it lightly. Under Yang Kangyu's force, the wine overflowed from the mouth of the glass, spilled into the copper pot, and filled the pot. Boiling water melts together.

He took a sip, smiled wryly and said, "It's also my mother's death day."

Yang Kangyu froze for a moment, put down the wine bottle in his hand, and when he looked at Meng Wenjun, there was pity in his eyes.

Meng Wenjun shook his head, intending to drive away the drowsiness in his mind: "You don't have to sympathize with me."

Saying this is drunk in itself.

"Meng'er...? Are you drunk?" Yang Kangyu hesitated to speak, and got up to take away Meng Wenjun's wine bottle.

But he raised his hand and beat back: "No, how could that be? Why do you think I'm drunk?"

His face was completely flushed, and his whole body was light and airy.

Naturally unable to express, Yang Kangyu could only frown and spit out the comfort he could think of: "Don't be sad, Meng'er."

Meng Wenjun smiled sadly, raised the wine bottle, imitated Yang Kangyu, pointed at the mouth of the bottle, drank it down, and then smashed the bottle to the ground, attracting the attention of people around him.

The aunt of the small shop also hurried over to inquire about the situation.

Yang Kangyu apologized to his aunt: "It's all right, he's a little drunk, I'm really sorry to cause you trouble."

Instead, he took out two tissues on the table, stood up, and handed them to Meng Wenjun: "Wipe."

Meng Wenjun didn't answer, and rubbed his chin with the back of his hand, trying to wipe away the spilled wine.

Yang Kangyu put the tissue on the table, and repeated the insignificant words of comfort: "Don't be sad, it's all over." He said this lightly, making him feel infinitely guilty in his heart.

Knowing that nothing can be counted, no matter what others say about such a thing, it will only make him more sad.

But Meng Wenjun laughed: "No way, I am very happy."

"Meng'er, you're drunk."

Meng Wenjun reached out again to caress the wine bottle next to Yang Kangyu, but he stopped him: "Don't drink anymore, you are already drunk."

But he refused to listen and insisted on taking it: "You want to stop me? Why are you drinking so much again?"

It's to drink away your worries.

To temporarily forget the pain.

Yang Kangyu remained silent, acquiescing to Meng Wenjun's actions.

But on the other hand, he was worried: "I only allow you to drink a little more, and you will feel very uncomfortable when you wake up. I know you are feeling uncomfortable now, but you have to think about your own health."

He didn't expect Meng Wenjun to drink so badly.

The slight drunkenness from drinking two bottles at the beginning has completely dissipated at this moment.But Meng Wenjun on the opposite side seemed to be very drunk.

"I'm happy. She can give me this gift. On my birthday, I'm really happy."

After swallowing two more sips of wine, the string of reason was completely torn.

Yang Kangyu asked suspiciously, "What ceremony?"

After hearing this, Meng Wenjun laughed twice, and said as a matter of course: "She is dead."

There was no smile in his eyes.

Yang Kangyu stood up and forcefully snatched the beer bottle from Meng Wenjun's hand: "You are already drunk, you can't drink any more."

Meng Wenjun subconsciously raised his hand to fight for it, but his arm didn't have much strength. He watched the wine bottle being snatched away. He patted the table and said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you say you hate other people's fighting for it? Come grab mine!"

"I'm doing it for your own good. Don't drink any more, it will be very uncomfortable." Yang Kangyu's eyes were full of worry.

Meng Wenjun sneered, raised his head again, felt that the light above his head was really dazzling, the alcohol seemed to gradually spread to his eyes, and the person in front of him seemed to be blurred, he frowned slightly, and said painfully: "Why do you always feel Is it for my own good?"

"You are really drunk." Yang Kangyu explained.

"Dad is drunk every day because of you, and he almost never wakes up. You are so partial, why don't I get drunk?"

Yang Kangyu knew that Meng Wenjun had lost his mind: "Where is your home? I'll take you back."

"Where are you taking me? Fencing class? Mathematical Olympiad class? Swimming pool?"

"Take you back to your own home."

Meng Wenjun stood up suddenly, slapped the table fiercely, and shouted: "It's all ruined by you! It's all your fault!"

Yang Kangyu was dazed by his sudden roar.

The old aunt came forward again and said worriedly: "This child is already drunk, why don't you take him home."

Yang Kangyu nodded, apologized again, and got up to help Meng Wenjun.

Meng Wenjun struggled to open Yang Kangyu's arm, exhausted all the strength in his body, pushed him back suddenly, and still roared: "You are dead even if you are dead, why do you still torture me!"

On the day Yuan Liu died of a heart attack, what left Meng Wenjun was not only sadness, but also scars that could not be erased in his life.

Her sudden stop put all the responsibility on his shoulders.

Yuan Liu held Ah Ding's hand tightly on the hospital bed, his eyes were filled with hot tears, his breath was as weak as a wandering spirit, but he still said to him angrily: "Ah Ding...you must, you must, fight for us. Tone...!"

After saying this, the heartbeat on the instrument gradually approached a straight line.

Little Ah Ding didn't know what to do, Yuan Liu went, as if his backer collapsed in an instant.

Yuan Liu forced him to be aggressive, forced him to do many things that he didn't want to do, and forced him to see Zhang Yeqiu as a thorn in his side. This was not the reason why he hated her.

What made him hate Yuan Liu was such a mother who quietly abandoned him.

Her grievances, her pain, her grievances were firmly on his shoulders.

What she worked hard for in the second half of her life, what she devoted all her heart and soul to, and her death, the meaning of everything about "mother", melted together with the exhaustion, pain, and tears that Ah Ding endured, condensed into a heart of revenge. The seeds of him took root so deeply in his heart.

Ah Ding loathes her and loves her at the same time. The two emotions constantly nourish the seed, and it has grown into a towering tree.

Meng Wenjun could no longer find himself.

He was alive only because Zhang Yeqiu hadn't been brought down yet.

A lawsuit many years ago, like a huge fist, shattered the fate of many people.

Zhang Yeqiu more than ten years ago was just a small factory director in a branch factory run by Shao Daya.

It was also snowing like this that day, and it was even heavier.

The lights outside the factory were extraordinarily bright, illuminating Meng Fan's face pale, his fingernails and fingernails were mixed with blood and mud, and the look of undecided shock on his face had not completely faded away.

Meng Fan said tremblingly to Zhang Yeqiu who suddenly ran over: "Brother Ye Qiu, you are dead."

He watched Xiao Sun in the factory building contradict Shao Daya and was beaten to death by him.

Meng Fan covered Shao Daya's charges for Zhang Yeqiu, and was imprisoned for one year, where he suffered from injuries all over his body. Yuan Liu tried his best, but failed to eradicate his old diseases.

But Zhang Yeqiu was promoted steadily.

How could Yuan Liu not hate it.

Yang Kangyu pieced together a general reason from the few words uttered by the drunk Meng Wenjun. He suddenly remembered that on Shao Daya's birthday that day, he vaguely heard his mother Shao Rongguang say something to him.

While supporting Meng Wenjun, he asked, "And then?"

Suddenly, Meng Wenjun's legs gave way and he almost fell on the snow.

Yang Kangyu quickly embraced his body with both arms, Meng Wenjun's whole body was like a rotten persimmon, tightly stuck to his body, subconsciously crawling into Yang Kangyu's arms in this icy and snowy field.

"Meng'er, wake up, where is your home?" Yang Kangyu put his arms around him and kept asking.

But the question was of no avail, Meng Wenjun seemed to have passed out.

Helpless, Yang Kangyu could only drag him back to his home first.

As soon as he entered the door, Shao Rongguang rushed up, his tone full of blame and concern: "Daewoo, why did you go? It's so cold outside. This is..." She suddenly saw Yang Kangyu bring someone back.

"It's Meng'er."

Shao Rongguang recognized that it was Meng Wenjun, and quickly helped him up: "Why did you drink so much wine, hurry up, help him to the guest room."

"The guest room hasn't been cleaned for a long time, why don't you put Wenjun in Daewoo's room first?" Yang Qingshan stepped forward and said.

"it is good."

Yang Kangyu pulled and pulled Meng Wenjun, and finally put Meng Wenjun on the bed, and he vomited all over again.

"Why are you vomiting again!"

One night, Yang Kangyu was so busy that he was in a hurry, and he didn't settle everything until one o'clock.

Yang Qingshan and his wife have already fallen asleep, except for the room where Yang Kangyu is, all the lights have been turned off.

Yang Kangyu looked at the sleeping Meng Wenjun and sighed.

He was wearing clean pajamas, sitting beside Meng Wenjun's bed, watching his sleeping face quietly.

"It's cuter than usual." He slowly stretched out two fingers and flicked Meng Wenjun's face jokingly.

The quilt covered half of Meng Wenjun's face, his eyebrows were tightly closed, and he looked very cute.

There is an inexplicable thought in Yang Kangyu's heart.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand, turned his back to Meng Wenjun, patted his face, and said to himself: "What are you thinking? You can really do it while you are in danger."

After tucking Ye Meng Wenjun's quilt again, Yang Kangyu lay down on the thick quilt on the ground beside him and fell asleep.

Late at night.