Walking to the door of the room, Chen Zhi took out the room card from his pocket. Perhaps his mind was still in the damp damp dungeon, so he didn't notice the dark shadow crouching in the doorway at first.

The door opened, and he entered, and was about to close it, but there were four more fingers on the door.

The fingers are slender and straight, and under the light and shadow, there is a strange and dark beauty.

- What if...... If this is a wax museum.

Early in the morning, lights, fingers.

Chen Zhi raised his eyebrows, closed the door without thinking, and saw that the finger was suddenly retracted sensitively, and at the same time, a voice hurriedly sounded: "Boss, boss, it's me, don't destroy flowers with your hands." ”

Young Qingyue, with a bit of nature to bring about a break away, to say familiar, is really familiar.

“……”

Chen Zhi said indifferently: "I know it's you. ”

The handsome man who was cruelly isolated outside the door couldn't help but scratch the wall: "Boss, what about the friendship you promised?"

"You have the right to delusions. Chen Zhi said lightly. He didn't light the lamp either, his head tilted slightly, leaning against the wall. With his head down, he slowly arranged the cuffs of his dark blue velvet shirt in the light of the crack in the door, neatly stacking them layer by layer.

The action itself does not contain any specific meaning, but he does it with great concentration, which in turn gives it a meaning.

The subtle rustling of clothing was like a creature gnawing at the darkness of the night.

A young man's devastated voice came from outside the door: "Boss...... You let me in...... Otherwise......"

Chen Zhi didn't raise his head: "Otherwise?"

"I'll just climb up to the twelfth floor from the outside, smash open your glass, and break in. "That guy picked it up very smoothly.

Chen Zhi paused and rubbed his forehead. With a sigh, he opened the door.

The bright-eyed young man smiled brightly and shook the bottle. Scoundrel and lazy.

Experience has taught him that this guy will definitely walk his word at such a time.

It's not that Bai Heng is far from angry with him, but if no one accompanies him to drink and relieve pressure, then he has to do something out of the ordinary to evacuate the emotions in his chest that seem to explode.

"Boss!"

Bai Hengyuan childishly held up the wine bottle and showed it to him.

"The wine I just knocked from Wang Song, I'll drink it with you!"

Chen Zhi stared at him expressionlessly: "I'm not in the mood to drink today." ”

"Boss......" Bai Hengyuan frowned and shouted, this guy didn't know how much wine he drank when he was squatting outside the door. There was obvious alcohol in his voice, and he looked at him pitifully.

"What's wrong with you?"

Patiently pulling his nerves, Chen Zhi's voice was like a deep lake. I couldn't hear the emotion: "Don't mess around, go back and sleep well, Gu Lian is a girl, do you leave her alone like this." ”

"Scared?" Bai Hengyuan suddenly pulled out a sneer. The eyes are fierce. "She knows what it means to be afraid!"

Chen Zhi looked at him for a while, let out a long breath, and made way for him. Bai Hengyuan returned to normal, smiling, slightly drunk, quite consciously moved a cushion in front of the small table, sat there cross-legged, and drank wine by himself.

Chen Zhi took a cup and sat across from him. One leg crossed, one leg propped. I poured myself a glass too.

"I want it too. Bai Hengyuan stared at the cup and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Don't give. Chen Zhi lowered his eyes and said.

"Then I'll get it myself. Bai Hengyuan pouted, and really got up to get it.

Chen Zhi didn't speak, he raised his head and took a dry mouthful.

The spicy liquor, scorching the inner wall, seems to be able to wash away all the dead knots in the heart, and reason can rise and leave like a hydrogen balloon, no wonder so many people use alcohol to kill their sorrows.

The two men drank in silence, and soon, most of the bottle of wine was gone.

"Something's wrong. After drinking a glass, Chen Zhi was not in a hurry to add more wine, turned the wine glass, and spoke lightly.

Bai Hengyuan raised his face with a smile, his handsome face was flushed, his eyes were bright, and Uncle Bai, who was known as a thousand cups and was not drunk, did not perform well tonight.

"What's the matter. Bai Hengyuan dragged his chin, his eyes were foggy, he was stunned for a while, and said with a little sneer, "For those irrelevant people, is she arguing with me?"

"She quarrels with you?" Chen Zhi raised his eyebrows.

"Well, it's me arguing with her. Bai Hengyuan paused, his expression suddenly fell lonely, and said self-deprecatingly, "How could she quarrel with me?"

How rational and powerful, you can restrain your temper at the last moment at any time, and never forget who you are for a moment. Where is like him, he was torn off his disguise and torn off his demeanor until the end was left with embarrassment and a complete loss.

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly lowered his head and whispered, "Boss, I regret it." ”

Not hearing a reply from the other side, he continued to himself: "She may quarrel with any of you, but that person can't be me. It can't be in this life. He chuckled, with a twinkle in his eyes, but stubbornly kept his smile on his face, "Because...... I was the first to teach her forbearance. ”

Coercion, coaxing, making her submissive.

That only one night, he picked carelessly, justifiably and unscrupulously, greedy and intoxicated by the warmth and beauty of the girl. Like picking a spring flower among the flowers, his posture is so idle and noble. He reminisced about it in his mind countless times afterward, but in the blink of an eye he remembered the sound of her muffled crying in the bathroom.

What stung him more than the pain in that voice was her self-loathing.

Whenever she showed a look of patience in front of him, he had to face the fact that he had to face it.

She, unwillingly.

I don't want to be with him, I don't want to be touched by him, maybe I don't even want to talk.

She was always evasive, patient, and occasionally obedient enough to make him happy, but in the blink of an eye she was so detached.

She said that it had nothing to do with Fan Ziling, he wanted to believe it, but he had seen her meekly hugging Fan Ziling, spreading all her weakness, and every time she thought about it, it was a torment; she hated him for treating Ziyuan like that, but she never thought that Ziyuan was just a person hired to kill him; and even a teenager who had only known her for a day could make her react so violently.

The uneasiness in Bai Hengyuan's heart gradually expanded as the number of people she came into contact with.

She made him feel powerless.

He didn't know how to stop her words without anger, and he didn't know how to brush away the disappointment and forbearance in her eyes if he didn't run away.

"If only it were still on that broken bus. Bai Hengyuan drunkenly leaned on the sofa beside him and muttered to himself.

There are not so many outsiders who covet her, and there is no need to watch her step by step out of the cage.

How nice is that.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Drinking the last drop of wine, Chen Zhi raised his head, Bai Hengyuan was already drunk, frowning his eyebrows, speechless grievance and anxiety.

Regret...... Is it?

Chen Zhi smiled silently, but coldness flashed in his eyes.

Even if he has no right to regret it for a long time, but ......

"I still feel jealous when someone says that in front of me. Chen Zhi said softly, his deep words spreading like ripples in the quiet room, and the loneliness was tasteless.

Even if it's you, I'll be jealous.

Jealous of your innocence, jealous of your regrets, jealous that you can be honest and jealous, angry, and fearful.

Is it that there are not enough trials given to him by God, and it is difficult to calm down at night, or is it that the world is just a never-ending purgatory for him after all, constantly wrapping despair with hope, tempting the calm he has worked so hard to build.

Want to see his jokes?

Chen Zhi packed up the wine bottle, and the crisp sound was like a bell.

Sometimes, he can't help it, and wants to tear apart this world that will always mock him. (To be continued.) )

PS：…… （?＿?； I was wrong, I was late...... For the sake of the 2,000 words I have worked so hard to produce, please spare me...... The dog's blood is unbearable, Benjun is really not used to the infinitely tangled confession of sauce purple...... Come on, kids, needless to say, let's this bowl of dog blood together!