Yes, I was particularly happy because Zhou Hai, who had disappeared for half a year, suddenly arrived.
Simple and direct.
There aren’t many deep and complicated reasons.
The gorgeous lights at the top of the ceiling shone, and countless white lights shone down and enveloped her body. Zuo Xue, wearing a white dress, looked even more gorgeous.
In the exquisite goblet, the deep red wine liquid is as crystal clear as amber, rich in layers, and exudes a strong but not greasy fruity aroma.
After pouring, there is no cumbersome sobering up process, just do it as you like.
Pick up the goblet, bring it to your red lips, and take a sip. The cold, smooth and fruity wine passes through your throat, giving your body an extraordinary feeling.
Wine, this was the second time Zuo Xue drank in this life.
Red wine, this was the first time Zuo Xue drank.
The taste is smooth and harmonious, with a little sourness, presumably because it has not been sobered up, and mixed with a light fragrance.
Putting down the wine glass gently, Zuo Xue suddenly felt a sense of drunkenness rising in her heart. A touch of vermilion emerged from her beautiful face, which was delicate and charming. Her lips painted with light red lipstick were particularly dazzling and beautiful at this moment.
"Drink less. You don't have a good drinking tolerance. Don't wait until you get drunk."
When Zhou Hai saw Zuo Xue's physical reaction after drinking, he smiled and said softly.
"I thought you would say I'm a country bumpkin who hasn't sobered up. I'm very happy today. If I were drunk, you would carry me to Orange Island." Zuo Xue leaned on Zhou Hai's shoulder, her face was blushing, and her eyes were hazy. A trace of confusion: "But you can't drink it. You must abide by the discipline and can only drink orange juice."
Half a glass of red wine is already a lot for Zuo Xue, who has an average drinking capacity.
The wine was not Lafite, not as good as Bordeaux, just a bottle of ordinary-grade Great Wall dry red Cabernet.
Zuo Xue has no requirements for the grade or variety of red wine, and anyone can drink it, because the important thing about drinking is not the wine itself, but the people and mood at the same table.
The last time I drank was more than a year ago, the first time I drank with Zhou Hai.
"good."
The thought of drinking with Zuo Xue disappeared. Zhou Hai looked gently and nodded seriously.
It doesn't matter whether you drink soberly or not, it's true to do it casually.
Drink whatever makes you happy.
Now, he is not the proud son of heaven soaring in the sky, nor is he a 20-year-old major in camp with a bright future and a bright future. He is just the boyfriend of the girl he loves, nothing more.
Zhou Hai didn't know why Zuo Xue insisted on visiting Orange Island, but he would accompany him without hesitation.
The gradually heated soup pot slowly boils, white mist billows, and red chili peppers float on it.
At this time, Zuo Xue, who had a dignified and elegant temperament, poured another glass of red wine. The amber-like liquid suddenly filled the glass. He put down the bottle and drank it in one gulp, decisively and freely.
Drinking should be enjoyed to the fullest.
After half a glass of wine, the girl's face was rosy, her eyes blurred, and she was very drunk.
The whole person relied on Zhou Hai and suddenly spoke out, his words containing a hint of prayer: "Zhou Hai, hold me tight, I'm scared."
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Hai quietly watched Zuo Xue drink two drinks in a row, feeling a pain in his heart. He stretched out his left hand, tightly held the girl's weak shoulders, hugged her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.
But even so, Zuo Xue in her arms was still a little uneasy.
"You bastard, there has been no news for half a year. Do you know how worried I am about you? After studying every day, I am always worried when I am alone at night, afraid that something will happen to you, afraid that one day I will receive a suicide note and an apology. I am afraid to attend your memorial service. I am afraid that I will be the only one left in the world. I am afraid that I have developed the best fighter jet without the person I love most to fly. I am even more afraid of today. It’s a dream…”
Zuo Xue, who was heavily drunk, hugged Zhou Hai tightly with both hands, and buried her head deep in her neck. Crystal clear tears burst out of her eyes like a spring. The defense lines she had tried hard to disguise and build in her heart collapsed and were destroyed under the influence of alcohol. They continued for an unknown amount of time. Emotions surge out, like a torrent, rapid and turbulent.
The voice is sad, like a wounded kitten, or like a child who was bullied outside and returned to the harbor to seek comfort.
Complain!
Behind the countless complaints, there are countless days and nights of fear.
Since making a four-year promise, Zuo Xue, who has an extra person in her life, can only study hard every day, pretend to be aloof and don't care about anything, maintain stability and dignity, divert attention, and try to avoid going to school. miss.
Even so, the worries in my heart never disappeared, and they continued to increase day by day.
Because of worry, I am afraid.
Going to the old town of Chengdu to clean Zhou Hai's house and confiding in Zhou Pingyuan's photos can only vent the pressure, not worry and fear.
The neck was already soaked with tears. Zhou Hai tried his best to hold Zuo Xue's trembling body with both hands. He lowered his head and kissed the dark hair that exuded a faint refreshing fragrance. His voice contained a deep apology: "Sorry..."
632 days, 15,618 hours, 910,080 minutes, he only spent less than 20 minutes with someone else's girl in his arms.
Words are always pale and weak.
But he had no choice but to apologize.
Strictly speaking, he is by no means a qualified boyfriend, well, future boyfriend.
"Don't say sorry, I don't like these three words! Zhou Hai, you bastard, remember, you are the first and last man I like. I will only recognize you in this life and ask for nothing." , I just hope you work hard to live. If you die, it means that I die too." Zuo Xue interrupted Zhou Hai's words without politeness, with an awe-inspiring tone and a firm and decisive voice.
For Zuo Xue, she doesn't need the so-called sorry.
alive.
Live hard, everything is enough, nothing else.
Asking for too much is unrealistic and impossible.
"I promise you."
The sound was in his ears, but it was like thunder exploding in his mind. Zhou Hai took a deep breath, with a firm look in his deep eyes, and nodded seriously.
This is an answer, as well as a promise.
"Hold me tight, just a little while longer."
After the words fell, Zuo Xue in his arms suddenly calmed down, contented with being comforted, murmuring softly, his tears stopped, his face turned red, and a hint of alcohol filled the air.
With gentle movements, Zhou Hai held him firmly, and the table in the upper right corner of the restaurant did not notice the two of them.
After a few minutes, as the fruity aroma of red wine and alcohol continued to work in the body, Zuo Xue's emotional and mental pressure gradually vented and was released.
"Big Pig Hoof, let me go, I'm so hungry, it's time to eat," Zuo Xue recovered. Although she was drunk, she was conscious and her face was red with embarrassment.
Zhou Hai smiled slightly, let go of Zuo Xue, and reminded: "Don't drink the wine. If you drink again, I'm afraid you will vomit later, so pay attention to your health."
This girl drinks two ounces for half a catty, and a glass and a half of red wine. When the energy comes back, she will definitely be drunk and unconscious.
If I drink it again, the vomiting and diarrhea will be mild.
PS: I went for a run to exercise and came back to code in half an hour.
