Before anything was served, Han Jing directly opened a bottle of beer, poured a full cup of gurgling and drank it.

"Don't drink on an empty stomach." Zhang Yichi reminded.

Han Jing didn't listen, and drank the wine directly.

Zhang Yichi also poured a cup and took a sip: "Do you want to get drunk or not return today?" ”

"Yes." After drinking a glass violently, Han Jing coughed and poured another full glass, "I don't know what I can do, I don't know if drinking can relieve the pressure in my heart." ”

"A small drink is pleasant, and a big drink hurts the body." Zhang Yichi said, "When I encounter something unhappy, I don't recommend drinking, it's boring to drink less, and the body is uncomfortable after drinking too much, and the body and mind are uncomfortable, and the cart is turned upside down." ”

"Oh." Han Jing drank another cup violently.

Zhang Yichi didn't stop him, just calmly watched him continue to pour wine: "You drink it first, don't be reckless if you can't drink it, otherwise it will be even more uncomfortable, and you will regret it when the time comes." ”

Although Han Jing poured another full cup, he didn't drink it rashly this time.

After a while, some meat skewers came up, and Han Jing ate them, looking like he had a good appetite.

"What do you want to do first tomorrow?"

"How many days do I have left?" Han Jing eats meat skewers.

"Not counting today, there are twenty-two days."

"A little over three weeks." Han Jing muttered to himself.

Zhang Yichi said: "Don't think about how much time you have left, you will put more pressure on yourself." ”

"Is this something I can control? It's right there. Do you know? I always have a clicking sound in my head now, and it's so fast and fast that it makes me so upset that I don't know how long it will be before I'm dead! Han Jing's voice became heavier, and the other customers around him looked over one after another.

"If you can't control it, you have to control it, is it possible that you expect me to help you? Can I help you make something come true, or anything else? No one can save them now, you know? Don't give up on yourself and have some unrealistic ideas in your heart. If you don't accept it, you have to accept it, you're going to die, there are still twenty-two days, and there are more than five hundred hours. If you drink more wine now, you'll have to lose two hours, and if you want to sleep in, you'll have to lose two hours. Do you think you have a lot of time to squander? You don't have time, you know? When you have time, you don't study hard and spend all your time playing games and sleeping lazy, and now you don't have time, are you still like this? Who do you want to blame? If you don't have the time to be like this, what's the point of giving you a hundred years?! ”

Staying gentle for too long was useless to Han Jing, and it was still fueling his anger. Zhang Yichi simply slammed up mercilessly, and Han Jing suddenly wilted.

"You can eat skewers, and you can watch the wine." Zhang Yichi said coldly, "It's okay if it's raining, it's okay to want to come out, it's okay to take a walk, give you one night, one night won't give you three days, you can slow down and continue to meet the next days with fullness, I will do my best to support you and help you." After all, when this kind of thing happens, everyone will collapse, everyone will be depressed, this is normal, this is very fucking normal, do you understand? But if you want to drink and try everything to escape, it will really make me look down on you, and I will really bother to care about you if I am unhappy, so you can play by yourself, isn't there only twenty days left anyway?! ”

"I want to give up." Han Jing lowered his head and said.

"You want to give up?"

"I'm really not interested in anything. It's not that I didn't try, it's not that I didn't try, but it's wilting. I also want to be not afraid of death, and I also want to spend this last period of time full of vitality, but I really can't get interested, I can't move. Han Jing's eyes reddened.

Zhang Yichi raised his head slightly, looked at Han Jing with contempt, and said contemptuously: "Waste." ”

Han Jing looked up at Zhang Yichi in disbelief.

Zhang Yichi was still contemptuous of Han Jing: "Waste." ”

Han Jing opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

"This kind of thing is a for me. You plead with me? Didn't you say you wanted to be a singer? Didn't you say that you would stick to this dream? That's it? You can't do it at all, to put it bluntly, you'll only talk about it, and you're essentially a waste. You don't need to die, if something happened when you sang last night, and the performance didn't go so well, I guess you would immediately dispel the idea of being a singer in the future, right? ”

"You don't understand me, you can scold as you like." Han Jing shook his head and didn't refute.

"I've seen so many people who know they don't have much time but are still coming out of their power at the last moments of their lives. There's my own mother, and the stubborn old policeman. Zhang Yichi's eyes were bloodshot, and his emotions were also infected, "Maybe...... In the period of life before they died, they were all ordinary, and their life's work was not worth mentioning. But in the last period of time, they re-proved their worth, and at that moment, it was obviously their time of death, but they lived to die...... How powerful is a person who can't even be defeated by death? Have you thought about it? You didn't think about it, and you never know. You said at noon that you felt that your life was a little imperfect. I really hope that you will be stubborn and try to make your life perfect, even if it is to leave with regrets. And I don't want to see you accept the imperfections of life, stop doing any struggles, and roll away lifelessly. ”

Han Jing drank the wine.

"You take another sip and try it." Zhang Yichi stared at him and said.

Han Jing's temper came up and he took another sip.

Zhang Yichi got up, picked up Han Jing, and dragged him out.

"Eh, I haven't paid yet!" The bald owner of the barbecue restaurant stepped forward.

Zhang Yichi conjured a knife in his other hand and pointed at the boss: "I'll give it to you tomorrow." ”

After that, regardless of whether the boss agreed or not, Zhang Yichi pulled Han Jing out of the barbecue restaurant. The rain outside was a little heavy, and Zhang Yichi pulled Han Jing to walk in the rain.

"Let go of me! I don't need you to care! Han Jing tried to struggle.

"Don't you give up, there's no difference between dying in twenty days and dying now, I'll help you find a simple way to die. Say, do you want to be stabbed in the neck by me, or jump from your window? It's okay, you don't have to worry about what happens after you jump, I'll take care of the scene and won't cause trouble to others. Zhang Yichi's strength was much stronger than that of the sick Han Jing, and he pulled him to walk briskly.

"Then you kill me! Kill! Han Jing shouted.

The knife in Zhang Yichi's hand was directly against Han Jing's neck: "Then kill you." ”

Han Jing felt the sharpness on his neck and immediately silenced.

"Soon, it will hurt for a little at most, you shouldn't be afraid, right?" Zhang Yichi asked.

Han Jing's body began to tremble.

"Scared? That's it? Zhang Yichi sneered, "That's all you have to do." ”