Chapter 26: My whole body is swollen.
After three rounds of drinks, the complimentary flavored liquor was almost gone.
Ning Zhiran's face flushed, her hand supporting her chin, staring at Gong Huai for two seconds: "Mr. Gong Huai, why don't you look happy when you drink?"
"On the face?"
"You drank so much, and your face isn't even red. I saw online that people whose faces don't turn red when they drink lack alcohol-degrading enzymes, so they can't drink as much as the average person."
Gong Huai was not happy: "Finn, you got it the other way around. People who blush easily when drinking alcohol shouldn't drink. It means their liver can't metabolize it."
Ning Zhiran: “…”
It seems like I said it the other way around, damn it. Ning Zhiran pretended nothing happened: "It sounds like you can drink a lot."
I can definitely drink more than you. After all, when I drink, I don’t need the Conch Girl to keep watch over me. Gong Huai thought.
Gong Huai said calmly, "It's just okay."
Good, such a pretentious tone! Ning Zhiran felt a chill. Anyway, you've already drunk it. Today I must find an opportunity to get you drunk and make you look like a fool of yourself. Go to hell, you pretentious brother!
The two of them clinked glasses again. After finishing the cocktail, Ning Zhiran opened the bottle of soju that the waiter had just brought, filled Gong Gou's glass, and poured some for himself.
He swirled his cup, a little tipsy, and called out mysteriously, "Mr. Gong Huai."
Gong Huai: "What?"
Ning Zhiran chuckled and said, "I'll drink you to death."
Gong Huai: “.”
This time, Gong Huai chose not to clink glasses with Ning Zhiran, but took a sip to calm himself down.
This action did not escape Ning Zhiran's eyes. Ning Zhiran: "Hey, hey, hey, why are you drinking by yourself? If you like drinking so much, let's have another drink."
Gong Huai glanced at Ning Zhiran's rosy little face and understood.
This little rabbit tooth wants to feed him.
You innocent little rabbit tooth, you don't even know you're in the tiger's mouth, and you keep pushing your head into the wolf's mouth. Aren't you afraid that after I feed you too much, I'll eat you up?
Gong Huai smiled, stared at Ning Zhiran the whole time, raised his head, and drank the liquor in the cup in one gulp.
Ning Zhiran also put the cup on the table with a "bang".
His limbs were so hot that Ning Zhiran felt like he had turned into a strawberry-flavored cloud floating in the air and gradually rising. He couldn't touch the ground, and everything around him was soft and hot.
Strawberry-flavored Yun, under the influence of alcohol, began to speak without restraint: "How pathetic! It's the middle of the night. I want to have a midnight snack and drink with you."
Gong Huai: "Isn't it good to drink with me?"
Strawberry-flavored cloud: "I want to drink soju with a girl face to face late at night, not with you."
"Look at us—" He raised his glass, then put it down again, "two grown men, sitting here drinking to each other's heart's content. One just broke up, the other is single. How lonely is that?"
Gong Huai almost spit out his wine because he was so angry.
Strawberry-flavored Yun was saddened. "Oh, it's so tragic that I've never been in love at my age."
"But by the way, pretending to be dead..."
Gong Huai: "Pretending to die?"
Strawberry Cloud's mind buzzed. Oh no, oh no, he almost said out the nickname of the dead pretender.
Yuncai came back to his senses and changed back to his original form under the tension. Ning Zhiran tried to round it back: "I'm talking about Stronger!"
Gong Huai: "...Stronger?"
Ning Zhiran: "Yes, yes, you know, it's an English word, it means strong, tough. Didn't you just break up? I mean you need to be stronger, cheer up, be strong! Do you understand?"
Gong Huai was speechless. He could even make up for this. Little Rabbit Teeth was quite smart.
She is worthy of being the person he has chosen.
Gong Huai leaned back and quietly watched Xiao Tuya's drunken behavior.
Ning Zhiran had already started singing: "Just like the song goes, What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Be strong, it's okay to be heartbroken, you can do it, you are the best!"
Gong Huai tried hard to resist the urge to turn on the video recording on his phone.
Ning Zhiran sang two lines and felt a little tired. She picked up the liquor bottle and poured two more glasses. She clinked glasses with Gong Huai and drank them all.
Ah, so spicy.
My eyes are itchy. The accumulated sadness is like ants, crawling out from the black hole in my heart and crawling into my eyes.
Ning Zhiran said to herself: "Actually, I'm in a bad mood tonight, so it wouldn't be bad to have a drink with you."
Gong Huai's expression became more serious: "What happened to you last night?"
Ning Zhiran tilted her head and looked at him: "Do you want to know?"
"I want to know."
"It's okay if you want to know," Ning Zhiran pointed at Gong Huai's wine glass, "Drink three glasses yourself, and I'll tell you."
Gong Huai: “…”
He raised his hand to fill the cup, and drank three cups in a row, without changing his expression: "Go on."
Ning Zhiran was a little surprised: "You really drink it, you drink it when I tell you to."
Gong Huai: "I will grant you whatever you ask for."
Ning Zhiran laughed dryly. Damn it, that pretentious guy is at it again. He's so good at pretending and there's nothing wrong with him. This is the most annoying thing.
But the group of black ants in my heart kept crawling into my eyes.
He actually wanted to find someone to talk to.
Even if I just say it to this annoying pretentious guy, it’s fine.
Ning Zhiran looked up and said, "Sometime last night, I was not in a good mood. There was sand in my eyes for a long time. It might be because the wind in W City was too strong."
Gong Huai: "Aren't you home? Where does the wind come from at home?"
Ning Zhiran: "It's just a metaphor. My eyes are sore and I'm crying. Do you understand?"
Gong Huai was stunned.
Little Bunny Teeth is crying?
When? Was it just now? On his way here? Or... when he transformed into G and talked to Little Rabbit Tooth?
When little rabbit teeth scolded him, was he typing while crying?
Gong Huai suppressed the turmoil in his heart, pretending to know nothing, and asked: "You've drunk the wine, so tell me, what happened last night?"
Ning Zhiran: "It's nothing serious, actually. Someone just told me a story, a pretty old-fashioned one. If you want to hear it, I'll tell it to you as a joke."
Gong Huai looked at the vulnerability hidden under his pretended casualness and felt a little uncomfortable: "I want to hear you speak."
Ning Zhiran: "That story... is like this."
"Once upon a time, there was a man who, when he was still a young boy and couldn't even support himself, suddenly lost his parents. He ran to his mother and asked, 'Mom, what should I do?' His mother would only say, 'Go to your father.' He ran to his father again, and his father was even more straightforward, 'Go to your mother.'"
"But this story isn't the reason for the sand in my eye."
Gong Huai subconsciously sat a little closer, their knees almost touching: "What's the reason? Why are you crying?"
Ning Zhiran curled her lips and said, "When I heard this story, I thought it was ridiculous. Coincidentally, I recently met someone online and we got along quite well. So I told her this story as a joke."
"I say, this person is like a rubber ball, kicked around like trash by his own parents. How miserable."
"But guess what she replied to me?"
"She said that even if it was a ball, it was a ball inlaid with gold, a very dazzling one..."
At this point, Ning Zhiran's eyes finally couldn't stand the erosion of the little ants and began to turn red.
Gong Huai's Adam's apple slid violently.
Ning Zhiran sniffed and said with a smile, "She's so silly. A gold-inlaid ball...where can such a thing exist? Even if it's inlaid with gold, it's just a ball."
"What's the ball for?"
"It was born to be kicked. Who cares if it's made of gold?"
“It’s just a ball…”
Gong Huai shook his head: "But a ball isn't just for kicking. It can be a souvenir, a collection, a treasure to be displayed in a glass cabinet."
Ning Zhiran blinked.
Gong Huai said angrily, "Those who dare to kick this golden ball don't understand its value. This is their loss."
Ning Zhiran's nose felt a little sour: "You, what do you know? You have never been treated as a ball, nor have you been kicked around."
Gong Huai: "I don't understand."
He was silent for a moment, then continued, "But didn't you say that the person you met online said the protagonist of the story was a golden ball?"
"Since that person dared to say that, he must have seen something special. This ball is probably not an ordinary leather ball."
"It must be very bright and dazzling."
Ning Zhiran felt like there was sand in his eyes again.
In order to stop the sand from constantly floating into his eyes, he grabbed the wine glass and tried to kill the hateful sand with alcohol.
He didn't want to lose his composure in front of Gong Huai, so he raised his glass frequently, hoping that everyone would get drunk together and not laugh at each other.
Gong Huai just looked at him and drank with him, one cup after another.
Two bottles, four bottles, six bottles, eight bottles.
The ninth bottle of soju was empty, and Ning Zhiran finally collapsed, turning into a cloud of melted soju, his face pressed against the table, his voice muffled:
"Brother Pretender... I feel so dizzy, I want to go home."
Gong Huai blinked, trying to disperse the little stars gathered in front of his eyes: "Okay, let's go home."
He pulled out his cell phone and called a taxi.
After paying the bill, the car arrived. Gong Huai stood up slowly, walked to Ning Zhiran, and patted him gently:
"Finn, wake up."
Ning Zhiran refused to move. He reached into his pocket and fumbled for a long time. He took out the access card to his home and threw it to Gong Huai.
He was still mumbling something, but I couldn't hear clearly.
Gong Huai held the access card, sighed, and smiled.
He endured the dizziness and bent over, carried the person up from the table, and holding the umbrella he took out of the Rolls-Royce, he carried the melting cloud on his back and carefully stuffed it into the back seat of the taxi.
After doing all this, Gong Huai followed suit, closed the door, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
I feel dizzy.
The car started, and Ning Zhiran called out in a daze: "Pretend brother..."
Gong Huai narrowed his eyes and replied, "Hmm?"
Ning Zhiran seemed to be trying hard to open his eyes, but failed: "I only found out today that there is an umbrella in the door of a Rolls-Royce."
"Am I... quite ignorant?"
Gong Huai turned his head to look at him.
experience?
He's seen umbrellas hidden in the doors of Rolls-Royces, fire extinguishers in Lamborghinis, and champagne flutes hidden behind the seats of Maybachs.
But he had never seen a ball that could be kicked around without breaking.
He had never seen this kind and strong ball being able to shoot a homeless man in the head with coffee on the way to donate old clothes.
What a precious ball.
He really wants to keep this unique ball as a treasure.
Gong Huai moved closer and said gently, "How could that be?"
"You're so nice."
This unexpected affirmation cut the string in Ning Zhiran's mind.
He was completely defenseless and fell down, falling limply on Gong Huai's shoulder.
Gong Huai's whole body shook violently.
Ning Zhiran's breath was just under his collarbone, exhaling bit by bit, warm and sweet.
A soju aroma with a strawberry flavor.
But maybe it's more than just the taste of wine.
It was Ning Zhiran's bones, skin, and pores, all emitting fragrance, which unreasonably penetrated into Gong Huai's nostrils and rampaged in his brain.
Like a piece of candy, it was melting on him inch by inch.
Gong Huai didn't dare to move, but his breathing became heavier and heavier.
The aroma, the smell of alcohol, and the body temperature all intertwined together, forming a dizzyingly sweet smell that made him feel bloated all over.
He suddenly wanted the car to never stop.
But then I thought, forget it——
Better get there soon.
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