The boy watched the two leave, hesitated for a moment, and finally went along.

Tsing Yi drove the car, and the young man followed him into the car and left Wuyuan.

Along the way, Tsing Yi and the drunkard were talking, while the boy could only sit in the back and listen.

The two didn't go to any restaurant, but found a shop specializing in roast chicken, and Tsing Yi asked for a few cans of beer in front of the drunkard for the first time, and it didn't seem to mean to stop the drunkard from drinking.

"Give."

The drunkard took the chicken leg handed over by Tsing Yi, looked at it, and then took a bite.

"Is it delicious?" Tsing Yi asked.

The drunkard smiled, "It's not as good as what I made." ”

"You can also cook?" Tsing Yi is a little strange and unexpected.

"I only make roast chicken, nothing else, and even the noodles are not delicious." But Brother Ene likes to eat it.

The morning that Brother Ene became a human, it was the first time he tried to cook noodles, and he knew that it was not delicious, but Brother Ene still had a good time.

The young man on the side looked at the drunkard, listened to his words, and couldn't stop feeling uncomfortable.

Will you be my unfinished concern?

But I don't remember anything, what am I going to do.

"I haven't heard of you." Tsing Yi looked a little lonely, and his eyes were a little hurt.

It's not just that he hasn't heard him say this, they've known each other for six years, and he doesn't even know what his real name is, but he still stupidly likes him all the time, doesn't he think it's ridiculous?

The drunkard is not stupid, he heard the sadness in Tsing Yi's words, but pretended not to know anything.

He tilted his head and took a sip of beer.

He looked at the wine jar and said, "Why does this wine taste so light?" ”

"It's because you're used to drinking too strong wine, and you don't feel these ordinary wines anymore."

"Really?"

The drunkard responded, and raised his head again and took two sips, but he still felt that the taste was a little light.

"Don't drink so much at night."

Tsing Yi said, but he raised the can and drank it.

The drunkard glanced at Tsing Yi, who was filled with wine, put down the beer in his hand, and silently ate the roast chicken.

After that, he didn't drink again.

Because if he's not mistaken, he'll have to drive in a while.

Tsing Yi doesn't drink very much, and after two or three cans of beer, he gets a little drunk.

He seemed to have something on his mind, and he seemed to want to deliberately get himself drunk, so that he would not have to worry too much about it when he was sober, and wanted to say a few words to the drunkard boldly.

So he kept pouring wine and finally got himself drunk.

Tsing Yi was lying on the table, already drunk and unconscious.

The drunkard looked at the drunken Tsing Yi, with no expression on his face, but he was looking forward to getting himself drunk, did he have something to say to him.

It's not all about expectation, but of course it's fear.

Afraid that Tsing Yi would say something that made him feel guilty and difficult to choose, in short, his mood was very conflicted.

Tsing Yi, who was lying on the table, suddenly smirked, he got up and looked for wine on the table.

I took several jars in a row, but they were all empty.

Finally, he picked up the half of the jar that was left in front of the drunkard and shook it.

With a smirk, he said, "...... And also. ”

As he spoke, he continued to drink.

The young man watched Tsing Yi and the drunkard drink the same jar of wine, and felt a little uncomfortable, strange.

Finally, he drank the last half of the can.

Tsing Yi burped, lay back on the table, kowtowed, and drunkenly said to himself: "After drinking so much, I still don't think the wine tastes good, but why do you like it so much." ”

"I can't remember the first sip of my drink, but I can always remember why I drank." The drunkard looked at the staggering bottles of wine.