C6

As a result of the alcohol, Feng Yi was not very clear-headed, and his guard was lowered by a lot. He staggered back to the sofa, bent down to pick it up as he passed the overturned bottle, and looked out the window at the moonlight.

Not much.

Cheng Xirong watched coldly from the side. More than a decade ago, the time had been compressed into a single bottle. The smell of alcohol evaporated, and time passed. The remaining two mouthfuls of strong wine were the reason for his return.

Feng Yi threw himself onto the sofa and sat down. He looked up: "Also, how did you get in?"

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath, "I just spoke with you on the phone."

Feng Yi leaned against the sofa without a single bone in his body, cocked his head and thought for a moment. Cheng Xirong's student... Our house, several codes! And he gave it to you? "

We...

Cheng Xirong spat out the foul air, "Yes."

Feng Yi narrowed his eyes and sized Cheng Xirong up from head to toe. His gaze stopped on Cheng Xirong's ankle for a few seconds before he suddenly laughed: "Come, sit down and have a chat with me — would you like some wine?"

Cheng Xirong didn't comment, he turned around and walked in front of the wine cabinet. His fingertips paused on the wooden sculpture for a moment, then he took out the closest bottle. It was a bottle of Longlan's Tongue. Feng Yi had been hiding it for a long time and was reluctant to open it. Even if he didn't drink it, he would definitely take it out from the basement and place it in a conspicuous place. He would bring it along with him when he moved, afraid that he might break it if he knocked it out.

When he returned to the living room, Feng Yi had already drunk it. The bottle of brandy had run out and there was only one mouthful left. Feng Yi held the cup in one hand and waved his index finger randomly. The liquid vibrated in the cup and splashed against the wall.

Feng Yi stuck out his tongue, licking the wine from the tiger's mouth into his stomach before laughing, "You've been here before. You know this place better than I do. Did Cheng Xirong bring you here? "

Cheng Xirong opened his tongue and poured a full cup. He pushed the cup in front of Long Lan and answered, "Yes."

Feng Yi looked at the bottle in his hand and asked again, "Did Cheng Xirong tell you that this is my favorite bottle of wine?"

Without waiting for a response, Feng Yi said, "He brought this back from Mexico and gave it to me. "You know him, he …"

Halfway through his sentence, he covered his face and remained silent for a long time. He swallowed the rest of his words and took a long drink from his glass. He put down his cup and asked, "Why aren't you talking? Tell me, when did he finance you? "

Cheng Xirong refilled his wine glass. "Last year, autumn."

Feng Yi's hands trembled, "Oh." He paused for a moment and then said: "This time …"

Last fall, Cheng Xirong went to Scotland for a trip of a month and a half. Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng were together.

After the conversation ended, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold. Feng Yi could only drink with his head down. Cheng Xirong sat opposite him, lowering his eyebrows, pursing his lips and pouring wine for him. When half a bottle of Long Lan's tongue was empty, Feng Yi was kneeling on the ground, leaning on the coffee table, his eyes closed.

Cheng Xirong pushed him: "Mr. Feng? "Feng Yi?"

Feng Yi waved his hand and laughed unclearly, "Child, you really know how to take …" This is a present Cheng Xirong bought for me, bought for me... "Just this bottle …"

Cheng Xirong didn't have the habit of bringing gifts to others. He had no impression of this bottle of wine at all. Perhaps it was something the assistant had bought for his friends and family. Thinking that both of them were greedy for wine, he casually brought a bottle back without putting it to heart.

He didn't expect Feng Yi to be so concerned …

But what was the point?

Cheng Xirong called out a few times, but Feng Yi didn't reply. He stood up, walked around to Feng Yi's side, and kicked him with the tip of his foot. Still no reaction. Cheng Xirong picked up the remaining half bottle of wine, turned over his palm and poured all the liquid onto Feng Yi's head.

The drop of wine ran down his hair, clung to the skin of his neck, and slid into his shirt. The drunken man was snoring softly. He was dead asleep.

Cheng Xirong threw the bottle on the floor and walked up the stairs. The second floor was the living room and cloakroom. At the corner furthest away was Cheng Xirong's personal study. When he was a child, he had been taken care of so severely that it was hard to change his mind when he became an adult. He had to have his own space, no matter who it was.

The small study room was not locked, and no one was allowed to enter, including Feng Yi. When Cheng Xirong walked in again, he didn't doubt that after he died, Feng Yi finally broke through his endurance and entered.

Because all the furnishings in the room had changed, all the drawers and cabinets had been swept up, and books were scattered all over the place. Only the surface of the table was clean and tidy. The two boxes were placed side by side on top of the table, which was completely different from the chaotic scene around them.

Feng Yi put all the things he had collected from the study into these two boxes. Letters, notes written by Cheng Xirong, discs he had read over and over, the oldest books... They were all trivial and meaningless objects. He didn't know what Feng Yi meant.

Perhaps it was out to sell him his beloved person's trump card.

Cheng Xirong swallowed the sour feeling in his throat and rummaged through the box for a long time. He found what he was thinking of from an empty envelope that had been burned with flame paint — a Dark Jade pendant in the shape of a Pi Xiu. He put the pendant in the inside pocket of his shoulder bag and took a tinkling cat's pendant from his key ring and put it back in the envelope.

After doing all this, he had no reason to stay here any longer. Cheng Xirong walked back. After who knows how long, he just walked back mechanically. His mind was in a trance, as if he was in the dark, or as if he had seen the sunrise. The next second, his face was slapped a few times.

Cheng Xirong opened his eyes and saw Hee Yiming's face magnified infinitely, suddenly appearing in his line of sight. Cheng Xirong jumped up in shock, and hurriedly dodged away. Only then did he feel dizzy, and even the roof started to spin.

Hee Yiming's voice was also like thunder, exploding beside his ear: "Where are you hiding!? Hurry and get up! The contract was signed! "Why do you think you're holding up so much?"

Cheng Xirong opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His throat was dry and sore, and he swallowed as if he were swallowing nails. He realized that he had fainted halfway there. As for now, it might be in the hospital … His head was still in a daze, unable to discern reality.

Hee Yiming dragged Cheng Xirong up, stuffed a pen into his hand and hurriedly urged him, "This is a confidentiality agreement, hurry up and sign it. Director Xie's assistant is waiting outside!"

Cheng Xirong was shaken to the point where it was better to die than to live. Fortunately, someone came in from the outside and stopped Hee Yiming's actions, saving him. Cheng Xirong sluggishly found that it was Director Xie's assistant.

The assistant was a little embarrassed and hesitant. He cleared his throat and said: "Pann, you didn't mention it before, but your surgery..." Is it heart surgery? "