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At this year's annual meeting, I noticed that many people were intoxicated.

It's just that Shen Zui himself is cold, not at all like the one on the screen.He is neither docile nor gentle, but instead has a world-weary face and keeps strangers away.

Yan Mingyang, a busy man, has no time to find Shen Zui, but the annual meeting is full of social cows wandering around.Either with novelty or ulterior motives, many people came to him in twos and threes to talk to him.

Shen Zui doesn't have a good impression of Yan Mingyang's peers, and he doesn't intend to give Yan Mingyang face, so he is not active in communication.

When Jin Sanhao came, Shen Zui was being pestered by several entrepreneurs begging for nothing.He couldn't finish it after a few sentences, and his patience was about to run out.

"Mr. Shen!" Seeing this, Jin No. [-] hurried forward and interrupted this unpleasant conversation in time.

Shen Zui raised his head, but didn't speak.He knew that Jin Sanhao was here to convey Yan Mingyang's "latest instructions".

"Everyone is here." Jin Sanhao smiled decently, "Mr. Yan asked me to talk to Mr. Shen about something."

No one dared to touch Yan Mingyang's bad luck, let alone at the annual meeting.

A few people could only leave in a huff, slandering and intoxicated.

"What's the matter?" After calming down, no emotion could be seen on the intoxicated face.

"Uh," Jin Sanhao always felt that it was strange to be intoxicated today.He cautiously said, "Boss Yan asked me to come to you, he said..."

Shen Zui looked at Jin Sanhao, waiting for him to finish speaking.

"Mr. Yan said, you..." Jin Sanhao recalled Shen Zui's slightly bored expression when he was stalked just now, and once again expressed himself when relaying, "If you want, you can go to his lounge."

Shen Zui instantly understood Jin Sanhao's euphemism.He interpreted it as Yan Mingyang asked him to go to the rest room.

Right.

I have already experienced Yan Mingyang's success, so naturally I don't need to stick in the crowd to "attract bees and butterflies".

"Okay," Shen Zui didn't even bother to say a word of evasion, immediately put down the lemon tea and stood up, "Let's go."

The No.40 eighth floor of this building is famous by Yan. It is called the lounge, and it is actually an office space.Yan Mingyang works here from time to time, holds meetings, and conducts formal or informal negotiations with various people.

Jin Sanhao mistakenly thought that Shen Zui really wanted to go to the rest room, and after leading him up, he hurriedly went to Yan Mingyang to report his merits.

"Mr. Shen, if you need anything, you can come to me anytime." Jin Sanhao said, "I won't bother you for now."

"Yeah." Shen Zui didn't care about Jin Sanhao's fate.

The style of this house with great views is rigid.Shen Zui turned around and found a delivery box that didn't fit among a pile of work supplies.

The courier box was opened, and there was another unopened box inside, which was NS.

Yan Mingyang bought a game console for Shen Zui's liking, but he didn't even disassemble it, probably he had forgotten it long ago.

Shen Zui glanced at the date calmly, it should have been bought shortly after he got addicted to the game.

He wasn't complicated, or surprised, or even very surprised.

In all likelihood, Yan Mingyang ordered his secretary to buy this game console.The secretary didn't know why, so when he bought it, he also brought a few cassettes of popular games.

The cassette and the game console share the same fate, and the plastic cover is not even broken.

Yan Mingyang was relieved when he learned that Shen Zui had entered the lounge.He is in a good mood today, and he treats people with a little more sincerity than usual.

The annual meeting was not over until midnight.

Yan Mingyang has a good capacity for alcohol, and he doesn't show his face. He is still sane after drinking all night, and can only be counted as slightly drunk.

"You don't have to go to work tomorrow." Yan Mingyang told several secretaries, "During the Chinese New Year, if there is nothing particularly important, don't contact me."

"What's the most important thing?" Sang Lili asked.

"Don't do the kind that will go bankrupt." Yan Mingyang reached out and pressed the elevator button.

"........."

"I'll let you know when I'll resume work after the next year." Before entering the elevator, Yan Mingyang said.

It's New Year's Eve.

Yan Mingyang was thinking about this all the way up the elevator.

After waiting for so long today, Xiao Tu wondered if he was impatient.

Will he be angry?

It's so late, maybe Xiao Tu has fallen asleep.

...

When the elevator arrived at the floor, Yan Mingyang pushed open the door, and saw Shen Zui sitting on the floor facing the door, concentrating on playing games.

"Little Tu." Yan Mingyang took off his stiff suit and tie.He stepped forward, half squatted down, first fished Shen Zui into his arms and kissed him.

Shen Zui was playing games, without raising his head, he just said calmly, "The annual meeting is over?"

"Yeah." Yan Mingyang saw the paper shells and accessories scattered on the ground, and then vaguely remembered that this game console was his own.

He almost couldn't remember when the game console was delivered here.

Yan Mingyang also sat down on the ground, with his arms half intoxicated, watching him play games with some doubts.

After a round is over, save the Drunk and exit the game.He doesn't seem to have the greed that ordinary people would have, and he is not even addicted to games.

"Why did you buy this well?" Shen Zui weighed NS, then turned around and asked Yan Mingyang.

Unlike tattoos, Yan Mingyang couldn't deny the matter of NS, and he didn't intend to cover it up.

"At the beginning, I thought that I could play with you when I had time." Yan Mingyang stroked the back of his intoxicated neck, there was a slight smell of alcohol on his body, and his eyes were gentle.

"Would you know it?" Shen Zui asked with deep eyes and a calm tone, "Have you played games before?"

Yan Mingyang squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, "I should have played it when I was young, that kind of old-fashioned game console."

Intoxicated and listened quietly.Whether in public or in private, Yan Mingyang rarely mentioned his personal affairs, let alone his past experiences.

"What happened later?" Shen Zui asked.

"Later...the studies were heavy." Yan Mingyang smiled lightly.

Shen Zui pursed his lips unconsciously.In his memory, Yan Mingyang was omnipotent and effortless when he was young.

"What about after college." Shen Zui asked again.

"It's been harder since I went to college, but it's not the same thing I'm busy with." Yan Mingyang smiled and rubbed his drunken head, as if he thought he was innocent and cute.

"Give this to me too." Shen Zui hugged NS into his arms, "You don't play anyway."

Yan Mingyang hummed briskly, and picked up Shen Zui from the ground.

"Are you going home tonight?" Yan Mingyang pressed the tip of his intoxicated nose, and it was rare for him to escape from reality.

"Go back, I have to pack my things." Shen Zui put NS in his pocket, put his arms around Yan Mingyang's neck, and leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I'm going to Qishi tomorrow."

After arriving in the community that day, Yan Mingyang also sent the driver home for the New Year.He didn't plan to bring anyone else with him on this trip to Qi City.

Shen Zui said that he needed to pack his things, and when he got home, he took a shower and felt sleepy.He lazily leaned on the bed, explaining that there was still time to clean up after getting up early.

Yan Mingyang was a little helpless.After he packed his luggage, he picked up the items in the house one by one and asked Shen Zui if he wanted to bring them.

Halfway through the question, Shen Zui really fell asleep.

Yan Mingyang could only pack the necessities of life first, without closing the suitcase, and was going to wait until he woke up drunk tomorrow morning before asking.

Maybe it was because he was tired from playing games all night, and Shen Zui slept very deeply that night.But the next morning, when he woke up, he was extremely tired, as if he had been dragged into the mud to run a marathon in his dream.

There are not many intoxicating items.While Yan Mingyang was washing up, he secretly took grandma's costume from the top shelf and put it in a box, and brought a short knife as a habit.

Shen Zui's only purpose in returning to Qi City is to visit grandma's grave, and he always brings a costume.

"It's packed?" Yan Mingyang slept well last night.Seeing Shen Drunk sneaking around, "What good things did you steal?"

"I brought a knife." Shen Zui turned his back, paused and said, "And grandma's costume."

"Costume?" Yan Mingyang was taken aback, a little surprised.

"En." Shen Zui tightly shut his mouth and did not speak again.

For some reason, he didn't want to tell Yan Mingyang about sweeping the grave.

He just didn't want to talk.

Shen Zui and Yan Mingyang ate bread and fried eggs made out of moulds, and then set off on the road.

Shanghai is not far from Qi City, but it is just approaching New Year's Eve, and the expressways are full of traffic.Yan Mingyang was not driving fast, chatting with Shen Zui while driving.

"Can you drive?"

"It's just that I have a driver's license." Shen Zui never mentioned that he also drove back home from Shanghai, "Basically, he can't drive on the road."

Yan Mingyang nodded thoughtfully, "You really don't have any time to drive alone."

"........."

There are many hills and plains in the south of the Yangtze River, and most of the roads along the road are flat and flat, with continuous fields, occasional green hills and streams with slow water flow in winter.

Shen Zui was sitting in the co-pilot, staring out the window in a daze, his eyes a little dazed.

When passing a service area, Yan Mingyang refueled the car.He noticed that Shen Zui was looking at the scenery along the way, and said, "Missing home?"

Shen Zui's eyes flashed when he heard the words, and after a while, he silently turned around and didn't speak.

He neither wanted nor wanted to.

There is no one who does not miss the land where he grew up, where his only relative is buried.

But every memory about the homeland reminds Shenzu of the painful past all the time.

The village where I was born is not my hometown, I was sold there;

There are no relatives of mine there, and my grandma has nothing to do with me.

Yan Mingyang noticed the subtle atmosphere in the car.Only then did he realize that intoxication might be escaping from his hometown.

It's just that Shen Zui always wore grandma's costume, and offered to go back to Qi City, making Yan Mingyang ignore this point.

He lightly grabbed his intoxicated hand and swipe his fingers twice, "I'm sorry."

Drunken shook his head.

Yan Mingyang stared at the intoxicated side face, the thick and curled eyelashes flickered slightly, and the intoxicated eyes were calm and serene, but they had nothing to do with happiness.

"You used to..." Yan Mingyang seemed to have noticed something.

Yan Mingyang hardly mentioned his parents' family to Shen Zui, except for the unbelievable sentence "I prefer to inherit my mother's surname".

And Shen Zui, who was as careful as a hair, didn't even ask.

Logically speaking, Yan Mingyang should be suspicious of this, but he didn't.

Yan Mingyang tightened his grip, his intoxicated hands were smooth and tender, as soft as boneless after being squeezed.He murmured, "Would you go back to your hometown before?"

He suddenly had an idea that Baobuqi Shenzui overcame his emotions in order to cooperate with him, and offered to return to Qishi during the Chinese New Year.

"Come back." Shen Zui vaguely said calmly, "But there is no one at home, so I go to Teacher Xia's place during Chinese New Year—I remember, I told you."

The cars in the gas station are crowded with cars, most of them are people who go home for reunion at the end of the year, excited and lively.

Yan Mingyang was silent for a long time before slowly letting go.

"I'm sorry." Yan Mingyang blurted out, only to remember that he had just said it a few minutes ago.The quarrel suddenly appeared in his mind, and the endless accusation of intoxication: You are sorry for me far more than you imagined.

"Then... are you willing to go back?" Yan Mingyang said seriously, "If you don't want to, we can actually..."

"I am willing." Shen Zui said.He managed to squeeze out a genuine smile, "Let's go, it won't be until dark."

Yan Mingyang didn't say anything more.For the rest of the journey, he focused on driving, occasionally paying attention to his intoxicated state of mind.

Intoxicated is good at knowing people.He knew that Yan Mingyang's worries and guilt towards him at this moment were real.

However, perhaps Yan Mingyang didn't notice that subconsciously, he was extremely afraid of returning to Qishi.

Shen Zui did not expose this point, nor did he intend to expose it, just like he never asked about Yan Mingyang's parents, relatives and friends.

This is Shen Zui's last sympathy for Yan Mingyang in his heart as a person, a person with flesh and blood and delicate emotions.