When he sat in Song Dan's Lexus, Zhuang Yan remembered the appearance of a sweaty taxi on a date, and Song Dan would always complain about breaking his leg.

So when Song Dan proposed to break up, Zhuang Yan had a long-lost sense of relief, because he felt that watching Song Dan suffer was also a kind of sin.

At that time, he was preparing for the doctoral defense, and at the critical moment, Song Dan's breakup call released Zhuang Yan, and he no longer had to be furious for Song Dan's close male colleagues, and he no longer had to sweat like rain in Song Dan's complaints. The moment he hung up the phone, Zhuang Yan thought he was relieved.

Two days later, the people in the library were frightened by Zhuang Yan, who was raining down tears.

Zhuang Yan himself was caught off guard, and when he turned the book, he lost all interest while flipping through it, and he couldn't help himself with sadness. He soon realizes that two days ago some kind of self-protection mechanism hid his sadness like ice and snow. Two days later, the ice melted, the mechanism was lifted, and the true feelings of the stormy waves rushed up, and the waves crashed on the shore, eager to slap Zhuang Yan to death on the shore.

It must be admitted that at this time, Zhuang Yan did not forget to pretend, he relied on his glasses, wittily pushed away the book and stood up, turned his head and walked out of the library, just like the two big rivers on his face did not exist.

The so-called narrow road meets the brave wins, he thought, as long as he doesn't make obvious actions such as wiping his face, others can't see his abnormality, after all, water is transparent.

As soon as he went out with his front foot, before the door was closed, the classmates in the library took out their mobile phones at matte speed and began to send WeChat:

"Zhuang Yan cried!"

In fact, this matter can't be hidden at all, because Zhuang Yan has no choice, he has to drink, otherwise he won't be able to stand a minute or a second. He didn't want to play games, he didn't want to do research, he didn't want to play basketball, and he didn't want to pick up girls. What he needed was a smack or something, like killing the part of his brain that he didn't want with high alcohol.

Then he treated his face with a tissue and went to the convenience store to pick up a drink with a clear goal. He kept picking up the wine bottle to check the degree, and finally picked a bottle of the old village chief, one catty, fifty-four degrees, the key is that he saw that his classmates had drunk this wine, the aroma was rich, and the gluttony was not good.

Zhuang Yan had hepatitis and had been hungry for liquor for a long time, and finally got what he wanted, so the old village chief with a white porcelain bottle went out from the back door of the convenience store and began to look for the location of the crime.

Getting drunk to find a place to drink is a casual affair that depends on feelings. Zhuang Yan was more rigorous, and he seriously found a small pavilion overgrown with wild grass in the empty community. There are two advantages here, the first is that it is far away from the road that classmates often walk, and it will not be watched by acquaintances while drinking. Second, it is not far from the house he shares, so that even if he drinks stupidly, he will not expose the corpse to the wilderness, and it will only take half an hour to climb back.

Then Zhuang Yan wiped the stone chair with a tissue, put the mobile phone in his personal pocket, sat on the chair, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

The fragrant and mellow elixir fell into his throat, warming his stomach and making him feel warm.

Zhuang Yan knew that the liquor had great stamina and slow effect, so he drank it one after another unscrupulously, like drinking water.

Gradually, he laughed, this laugh could not be stopped, the more drunk he laughed, he was afraid of knocking over the wine bottle, he held the old village chief's hand harder, and then bent down to cover his stomach and laughed, lying on the back of the chair and laughing to the sky, after laughing he sighed contentedly, and the wine bottle moved to his lips and continued to drink.

When he felt that the liquor was no longer mellow, but greasy like soapy water, his heart finally opened, and sorrow came from it, and tears poured out like fried Coke foam, and he cried happily.

He cried reassuringly, because he suddenly realized that it didn't matter if he was seen, him.

Even if he drank stupidly, he didn't forget his professionalism, the more he cried, the more comfortable he became, and he thought to himself, no wonder he wanted to vomit today like a cold, it turned out to be suffocating. It's so cool to open the gate and release the water.

He started drinking it in the afternoon, and it was already evening when he finished putting the water out. Zhuang Yan felt almost happy and decided to retreat. He shook the wine bottle lightly, only half a bottle was left, reluctant to throw it away, he stood up with the wine bottle, stood there and looked back at the stone chair for a minute, finally made sure that nothing had fallen, and then staggered like a zombie towards the rental house.

Along the way, Zhuang Yan heard that he was laughing, and couldn't help crying, staring at the road with all his attention, but felt that the feeling of staggering and wanting to fall without falling was really great. When the classmate who shared the room opened the door, he was frightened by Zhuang Yan's appearance.

"Why is your face so white, how much have you drunk?" It was the squad leader who opened the door, and he asked sharply.

"Not much." Zhuang Yan held on to the wall and changed his shoes, put the residual wine on the table with his heart, walked to the sofa, and fell into the sofa.

Then he never changed positions again.

Another classmate came out and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The squad leader said: "A pound of old village chief, he drank eight taels." ”

The classmate nervously asked, "? How much does he drink? ”

Then Zhuang Yan didn't know why, he fantasized about the blueprint for him to get back to the old good with Song Dan after he worked hard to reach the pinnacle of life.

Never worry about the economy again.

It will definitely satisfy her parents.

There are no endless problems tormenting the patience of both parties, and no worries are any troubles.

Then there's no need to worry. I will give everything away, do what I say, and never have a cold war.

Zhuang Yan laughed, sometimes holding his head and snickering like a shrimp, sometimes straightening and laughing like a bow.

The squad leader knew that he couldn't sleep tonight, and he was afraid that Zhuang Yan would get drunk to death. He stopped reviewing, went to make hangover tea, and sat in the living room playing with the computer.

Zhuang Yan giggled, and remembered that such a good girl slipped away like sand between her fingers, she couldn't hold it, her heart was like a knife, and she curled up crying.

After a while, Zhuang Yan was starved of oxygen, and then he did something very funny. Because of the imbalance in the proportion of lung ventilation and blood flow, his whole body is like an ant biting, the current is running, and the lack of oxygen in the brain is especially obvious, he has a delusion at the moment of crying, Lao Tzu is going to die, he is going to die.

When he thought he was going to die, Zhuang Yan found that he was very nostalgic for the suffering world, and then he began to touch the phone everywhere, found the phone to unlock, and dialed 120 with trembling fingers.

Because his hand was disobedient, he didn't dial it for the first time, Zhuang Yan took out the perseverance to survive in the wild, and dialed it again, this time it was passed, and a pleasant female voice asked: "Hello, this is the emergency center." ”

Then Zhuang Yante shouted coercively: "I'm going to die!" Come and save me! Come and wash my stomach, I'm going to die! I stayed in ......"

The girl who answered the phone was frightened and asked over and over: "You make it clear!" Do you have relatives around you, do you have sober people around you, is it okay to let someone else answer the phone? ”

Zhuang Yan's heart was galloping, because he felt that he was describing it very clearly, and he didn't know what the other party heard, but Zhuang Yan was still very confident, and he continued to shout on the phone: "I'll tell you, my address is Lushan Road, Yuhong District...... Help me! Send an ambulance! I don't want to die! ”

Then the squad leader stood on the side of the sofa and hesitated, muttered something, took Zhuang Yan's mobile phone, and said calmly and gently: "Oh, yes, I'm by his side." It's okay, he's drunk and doesn't need to send a car. Good goodbye. ”

Because of these words, Zhuang Yan's breathing rate returned to normal, and the ventilation and blood flow ratio was corrected, and he finally felt alive, he looked at his hands like a fool and repeated: "I'm alive, I'm alive!" ”

The squad leader said speechlessly: "Fool, drink water." Pour the dried and hangover tea into a paper cup, turn Zhuang Yan over and lie on the sofa to feed him.

Zhuang Yan felt that the smell was like soapy water, but his limbs were still as numb as if he was buried in an ant nest, so he went out and drank cup after cup. Even the squad leader was surprised:

"it, normal people don't want to drink the second sip of this water."

Zhuang Yan continued to drink.

After spitting up a basin, Zhuang Yan lost the most basic self-control, and he could suddenly giggle when he cried until he cried, and he cried sharply. He couldn't sleep even if he wanted to, like a four-wheel drive car on the highway, and he could only stop and rest when the battery was depleted.

The squad leader did not complain, listened for a night, took care of it for a night.

The next day, the squad leader sighed to Zhuang Yan.

The first sentence is, "I have served all kinds of drunkards, and you are the most terrible to cry and laugh like this." See you for the first time. ”

The second sentence is, "If you want to fall back, Song Dan will only feel that she has chosen the right one." ”

Zhuang Yan remembers this night very clearly.

The night changed by two points.

First, let Zhuang Yan think that he was hopelessly nostalgic for Song Dan.

Second, after curing Zhuang Yan's depression and making that shameful phone call to 120, Zhuang Yan never had the idea of committing suicide again.

Song Dan didn't know that it was a bottle of old village chief who changed Zhuang Yan's life.

So it was natural for her to sit in the driver's seat of the Lexus, and while lighting the fire, she said to Zhuang Yan: "Don't sit in the back, sit in the front." ”

Zhuang Yan wanted to die and got out of the car and climbed into the co-pilot's seat, and ordered with a headache while fastening his seat belt: "Can you take a picture of your two lovers?" I'm afraid I'll throw up in the car. ”

Song Dan was threatened, she did not hesitate to listen to her ex-boyfriend's order, untied the current couple photo from the roof of the car, put it in the glove box, and said: "Don't throw up, I don't want you to use vomit to draw on the car door." ”

Zhuang Yan was worried: "I really haven't seen a couple photo hanging in the car, can't you hang a sunny day doll normally?" ”

Song Dan didn't know how to explain, shrugged his shoulders and said honestly: "He, he's more possessive." ”

Zhuang Yan felt like he had eaten a fly. A wave of nausea came up, and he ate it back, frowning and saying, "Tell me, what is the matter with the immunity you mentioned." ”

Song Dan started the sports car and said lightly: "We have to find a driver for the aerospace fighter." Humans are not qualified, so they can only find the battle queen. In the case of secrecy from the World Ocean Security Organization, you are the only one who has the most in-depth research on Zhan Ji in China. ”

Song Dan twisted his eyes at Zhuang Yan and said, "I want you to find a feasible plan to make Zhan Ji a pilot of a multi-form air and space fighter." ”

Zhuang Yan raised his hand to block the wind that aggravated the headache, and sneered: "The technology of aerospace aircraft is not mature, and the aerospace fighter is still there, don't tease me." Does polymorphism refer to combination patterns and fragmentation patterns? ”

"Fighter form and human form." The corners of Song Dan's mouth hooked, and a familiar contemptuous smile appeared, "We have built a super aerospace fighter that uses a fusion engine. This super-tech appeared a thousand years before it appears today, and only one driver is missing. ”

Zhuang Yan's smile turned into a stiff stone sculpture that froze on his face.