Fang Tao found a problem, when the wine management is enough, drinking with Liu Yanbo is similar to looking for death.

In about two hours, there were still five bottles left in a box of forty bottles of Red Star Erguotou, of which Liu Yanbo drank twenty-six bottles.

A bottle of 100ml of Red Star Erguotou is about two or two, twenty-six bottles, which is about five catties, this amount is really drunk as water!

What's more important is that Liu Yanbo opened the twenty-seventh bottle.

Now in Fang Tao's eyes, Liu Yanbo is like a freak, the more others drink, the more uncomfortable and crazy they become, but the more he drinks, the more sober he becomes, and the more he drinks, the more taciturn he becomes.

Fortunately, Liu Yanbo is not a person who likes to persuade alcohol, otherwise Fang Tao felt that he would definitely use a broom to drive him out.

Boom~

Liu Yanbo suffocated half a bottle in one gulp, then lit a cigarette, and from the time he started drinking to the present, he could count how many words he had said with ten fingers.

It was still raining outside the window, and at night, the lights of thousands of homes were covered with a thin layer of mist, which looked cold and misty.

The slap mark on Liu Yanbo's face has not faded, just like a ruthless brand, not only burning his face, but also remaining in his heart.

This bustling metropolis made of reinforced concrete is really cold, right?

Boom~

Liu Yanbo drank the twenty-seventh bottle, and the hot sensation flowed from his esophagus into his stomach, and then spread all over his body......

Hiss... Ha...

Liu Yanbo moaned and groaned comfortably, but invisibly, the sense of loneliness on his body seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

"Don't drink it. Just as Liu Yanbo reached out to pick up the twenty-eighth bottle, Fang Tao couldn't help but stop him. "A drunk can't solve a thousand sorrows, and besides, you're still a person who doesn't want to get drunk, so why bother with yourself. ”

Liu Yanbo let go of his hand and said with a smile: "I have passed the age of using wine to relieve my sorrows, and a long time ago, I had no other reason to drink except for my love of drinking." ”

He is telling the truth, but he is also quibbling.

At least Fang Tao didn't believe Liu Yanbo's words, although he was now like a hermit who didn't care about the world, but after all, he was still one of the heirs of the Haishi Fang family, even if he didn't deliberately inquire about some news, someone would still tell him what he should know.

Lu Tianhao is back.

Long before Liu Yanbo came, Fang Tao already knew the news.

Combined with this news and the conspicuous slap mark on Liu Yanbo's face, Fang Tao could guess the matter with his toes.

He could guess, but he didn't say a word seriously from beginning to end.

Fang Tao knows that some people can't be persuaded, the more you persuade him, the deeper he will hide his thoughts, and the more he can't forget.

Fang Tao also knew that Liu Yanbo was this kind of person. So he had no choice but to answer: "You don't like to drink anymore, you have a grudge against it, right?"

Liu Yanbo smiled, leaned lazily on the sofa and stopped talking, his clear and bright eyes stayed outside the window.

Most of the time, Liu Yanbo has been looking out the window.

Is he waiting for the rain to stop, or is he waiting for someone to appear?

Fang Tao was used to Liu Yanbo's sullen state, but fortunately, he himself was not a person with a lot of words, so there was nothing embarrassing to say.

Sitting is lonely, but it's also a pleasure that gives you plenty of time to come to terms with reality.

Liu Yanbo is not a saint, but he is very sure that he is not angry with Yin Hanruo.

He knew that she didn't love himself, just as he didn't love her.

Liu Yanbo knew that in this emotionless marriage, it was only a matter of time before a situation like today's would appear, and he was already mentally prepared on the day he received the certificate.

It's just that what Liu Yanbo didn't expect was that his own ability to bear in this regard didn't seem to be as strong as he imagined, so that he didn't even know what to do next, and he didn't even know where he should go for the night tonight.

Hotel?

Liu Yanbo didn't want to go, that kind of place was too cold for him now.

This is not hypocrisy, just a sequelae, the sequelae of a prodigal son's excessive greed for his family.

"Home" is not pure home, but Liu Yanbo still feels that in the city of Haishi, the No. 13 villa belonging to Yin Hanruo in Zizhuyuan is his home, at least until now.

Liu Yanbo began to regret a little, regretting that he should not have accepted Yin Hanruo's unreliable marriage deal in the first place.

From having a home to being homeless, this is the second experience in Liu Yanbo's life, and the taste is still so uncomfortable.

He decided to talk to her.

Whether he continues to make do, or has nothing to do with it, Liu Yanbo needs Yin Hanruo to give a clear answer.

He didn't want this to bother him for too long, after all, his life in Haishi had to go on.

…………

The night was pitch black and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Liu Yanbo walked alone on the street holding the umbrella Fang Tao gave him, and in the other hand he was holding his twenty-eighth bottle of wine today.

He wanted to talk to Yin Hanruo, but he didn't go in the direction of returning to Zizhuyuan.

Liu Yanbo walked slowly through one street after another, his swaying steps looking like he was drunk and a little drunk.

After walking through a few bustling streets, I turned two small alleys with particularly dim lights......

Walking, walking, until he reached the edge of the Huangjiang River, Liu Yanbo stopped.

This river is one of the earliest artificially dug and dredged rivers in history, and it is the mother river of Haishi, but some people say in private: this is a sunken river.

Because in this Yellow River, I don't know how many people have been thrown in to feed Wang Ba throughout the ages.

Those shady deeds, those grievances and hatreds......

Nothing can be greater than man's ambition, and nothing can be more terrible than man's selfish desires.

On the edge of the Yellow River, there are always winners and losers.

Liu Yanbo chose one of the most secluded places on both sides of the Yellow River, and even if a boat passed by, the searchlight would never hit his area, because no tourist would like to see rotten grass and crooked neck trees.

There is no surveillance, no hurried pedestrians, and the people who can come here at night have all evil intentions.

Liu Yanbo glanced back at the depths of the darkness, this was the first time he had just walked all the way back, and said lightly: "Come out." ”

Who is he talking to?

Soon after coming out of Fang Tao's bubble tea shop, Liu Yanbo found that someone was following him, and all of them were good players.

But no one came out in that darkness, no one answered him, and there was still only the sound of wind and rain and the sound of the river flowing endlessly.

Liu Yanbo turned his head to look at the river again, but the moment he turned around, when the empty door on his back was wide open-

Three cold rays of light silently broke through the sky, revealing all the killing opportunities.

The river is rolling and the autumn rain is continuous.

Tonight, who will be the unreturned person in the Yellow River?