When the lights were on, I drove slowly down the busy street. Neon lights hung high on both sides of the road are reflected in the car window glass, which is colorful.

We were both very quiet, and Assistant He sat in the passenger seat without saying a word and watched the street scene. As I looked in the rearview mirror, I noticed a smile on her lips. I know it's a really good start for her. But I also know it's just a meal. I know very well that if a person is depressed for too long, she must be given a little bit of relief, a little bit of relief. Otherwise, it is very likely that this excellent public relations talent will completely relieve her pressure by resigning. I've got to make her feel like there's hope at some point in time.

There was no word along the way, and the vehicle drove slowly in the rush hour. When I arrived at the restaurant, it took nearly an hour to travel several kilometers.

The restaurant was already full, and the waiter led us to the reserved private room.

When you enter the private room from the main entrance, you will pass through a row of exquisitely decorated booths. I stopped abruptly as I passed. My eyes swept to a familiar figure sitting in a booth near the middle, with a male figure facing away from me. I frowned. Assistant He looked at me with an inquiring gaze, and then followed my gaze to search ahead. I withdrew my gaze and reached out a hand to push her back forward.

When I entered the private room, I became distracted. I didn't answer every question the waiter asked when ordering. Later, Assistant He took over the recipe and transferred it to her to order. I took advantage of this time to go into the large bathroom and make a phone call. When I came out, my face was very dark.

Assistant He clearly noticed the change in my expression. "What's wrong?" she asked me with concern.

I shook my head, tried to relax, and smiled at her, "It's nothing, let's eat." ”

Assistant He didn't ask again, and I was silent, thinking about my thoughts.

After sitting for a while, the dishes began to serve. First the head basin, then the salad and steak. Assistant He and I drank lemonade first, then white wine, and finally red wine. After the red wine was opened, the waiter stayed in the room to refill the wine for us, which was very thoughtful. I tried my best to put aside the unpleasant mood, talk to Assistant He about family matters, ask her elders if they are okay, and ask her about some pleasant things in her life. The meal was enjoyable, at least for Assistant He.

Finally, when Assistant He's wine was just right, I suddenly picked up my phone and called my son without any preparation, asking him to come to the restaurant to pick us up. I was drunk and couldn't drive. So we finished our meal peacefully, and when my son showed up at the restaurant, we immediately left the restaurant, sending Assistant He home first, and then I followed him home.

On the last stretch of the road, my son's face was not very good. I knew he saw it, but I didn't break anything, and I kept asking him about his studies with a little wine. My son coped with me as always. No matter how much he said, he wouldn't tell me. Our father and son are like standing on the other side of the river.

When I got home, my son went upstairs, and my daughter said hello to me in the lobby, then watched TV and went upstairs as well.

I let out a long sigh, sat down at the bar, poured a glass of wine, and drank it slowly and with a heavy heart. I've never smoked, but tonight I lit a cigarette and smoked the lamp while I drank it. And then I kept drinking, I kept smoking, and I kept waiting. I know I need an answer, even if it has dire consequences, but I need to know it.