Chapter 172: It Had Already Gone Astray
Chapter 172: It Had Already Gone Astray
Walking through the school, the air was filled with the scent of knowledge, a scent that Xu Xiangbai was allergic to.
I spent most of my three years of high school in a daze in the classroom.
I've only been walking around for a short while, and I'm already feeling unwell all over.
My steps finally stopped in the fourth-floor corridor connecting the two teaching buildings.
This is a good place.
The large glass windows on both sides offer a wide view, facing the direction of the sunrise in the east, providing an unobstructed view of the basketball court and playground.
Xu Xiangbai carried a paper bag the whole way, but Fu Yanjing didn't pay much attention to it.
He only realized it when he took out what was inside—
This is wine.
He spoke with great seriousness:
"Watching the sunrise needs some atmosphere, right? Just watching it dryly will make you fall asleep. We're waiting for such an exciting moment, so we need some spiritual nourishment to make it perfect."
As Xu Xiangbai spoke, he sat down on the ground without even wiping it.
I laid out all the wines one by one, but I really didn't have time to choose, so I just crammed in all the wines from the cabinet.
When I took it out now, I found it was a mixed bag, with both foreign liquor and Chinese liquor, and even two bottles of beer mixed in.
Let's start with some beer to whet our appetites.
Xu Xiangbai pulled off the pull ring.
Looking up, he saw that Fu Yanjing was still standing in place with his back stiff.
"Tsk, I forgot that Brother Jing was the most particular person in his life."
He took off his coat and was about to wipe the floor haphazardly when he saw Fu Yanjing bend his knees and sit cross-legged opposite him.
He casually took the bottle of beer.
He tilted his head back and drank half the bottle in one gulp.
He behaved strangely many times tonight, so Xu Xiangbai wasn't surprised by this one.
He quickly grabbed another bottle of beer and chugged it down, keeping up with Fu Yanjing's pace, and exclaimed:
“Ah Jing, do you know what? Acting without a plan and driven by impulse is called destiny. As for whether this destiny is crazy or not, it depends on the specific situation. In my eyes, you always do things with planning and restraint, and you never deviate from the plan. Asking me to come here to watch the sunrise is a pretty crazy thing to do.”
Fu Yanjing leaned against the glass, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.
A little dejected, yet also a little lustful.
“I’ve been off track for a long time,” he said calmly.
"Who knows if it will get even crazier in the future?"
After all, mental illness is inherently difficult to cure.
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"You don't seem crazy at all. I've never seen a crazy person as restrained and rational as you. All your strange behavior tonight is because of Reporter Wen, isn't it?"
Xu Xiangbai, who seemed to know everything, said:
"You like Reporter Wen, you admitted it last time, but Ah Jing, from your behavior and performance, others can only see that Reporter Wen is special to you, but they can't feel how passionate your love for her is."
"Love is something that drives people crazy; it's inherently irrational and possessive. You clearly admitted your feelings for Reporter Wen, yet you still left. You so casually said you would let go, treating a relationship as something insignificant. You were too restrained. This not only tormented Reporter Wen, but also tormented you."
Xu Xiangbai rarely had a moment to speak so eloquently and logically.
After all, his recklessness is ingrained in his bones; for such a person, cynicism is his defining characteristic.
The bottle of beer is empty.
Xu Xiangbai's phone suddenly rang.
He wasn't going to look closely, and frowned impatiently as he muted the phone.
But when his gaze swept over the message that popped up on the screen, he paused for a moment.
Then I clicked on it.
An image gradually zooms in and becomes clearer as it loads.
Xu Xiangbai scoffed and pressed the voice button directly, "Still haven't given up on having your dog do your homework?"
After sending the message with satisfaction, she showed her phone screen to Fu Yanjing, full of doubt, "How can reporter Wen and An Yu, whose personalities are so different, be friends?"
"These characters are so ugly, even if you follow the calligraphy model, you can't write them clearly. It's blatantly perfunctory."
At the bottom of the calligraphy copybook are the date and name marked by An Yu herself.
Fu Yanjing's indifferent gaze suddenly fixed on that spot.
Xu Xiangbai was puzzled. "What's wrong? There are flowers on the calligraphy."
He didn't say anything.
He picked up a bottle of liquor from the ground, twisted it open, and the aroma of 50-proof soy sauce wafted out.
There were also wine glasses in the bag, both filled to the brim, and the bottle was empty.
Fu Yanjing took a big gulp, the spiciness choking his trachea and burning his eyes until they turned red.
This was the first time Xu Xiangbai had ever seen Fu Yanjing drink so heartily.
Previously, whether it was a private gathering or a social event, he would drink whatever he wanted.
He was unwilling, and no one could persuade him otherwise.
Fu Yanjing had a high alcohol tolerance. Each time he would only drink a symbolic amount, and those who were shouting the loudest would start to lose their minds, but his expression remained completely unchanged.
Today, however, he could gulp down even 50-proof liquor, which made Xu Xiangbai suspect that he had bought counterfeit liquor.
Half-believing, half-doubting, he picked up his wine glass and followed Fu Yanjing, tilting his head back to take a big gulp. The burning pain spread from his mouth to his throat and then to his stomach.
Xu Xiangbai choked and coughed, his face contorted like an old man on the subway.
While coughing, he complained, "How did you manage to drink that down? Were you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?"
Fu Yanjing did not deny it, "It's good to be drunk."
As far as I can remember, Fu Yanjing had never been drunk.
He was too rational; he could maintain his clear-headed and dignified demeanor at all times.
Seemingly carefree and aloof, but actually extremely tense.
For some reason, Xu Xiangbai felt somewhat gratified upon hearing these words.
The burning pain in his throat hadn't subsided when he raised his glass again, "What else is there to say? I'll risk my life to keep you company."
As the alcohol went down his throat again, Xu Xiangbai was suddenly overwhelmed with a lot of sentimental thoughts. "To be honest, Brother Jing, you should have gone crazy a long time ago. People aren't machines. If you keep your emotions stretched too tight, they'll eventually break."
But it was too late for him to go mad.
Fu Yanjing gripped his wine glass tightly, his tone flat, "That string has already snapped."
"Yes, I was quite surprised that you ended up breaking up with a relationship. Everyone knows that you, Young Master Fu, are cold and indifferent, and would never drown in the sea of love."
But he ended up drowning.
Xu Xiangbai chuckled self-deprecatingly, "But we're different. I never intended to extricate myself from this love affair. I never imagined that you would suffer the pain of love before I did."
Fu Yanjing said meaningfully, "Perhaps your suffering is yet to come."
"That's impossible. Every relationship I've had has ended amicably. I'm not faithful, but I'm not promiscuous either. I might enjoy the fragrance of a flower, but who could make me stay?"
Fu Yanjing: "Let's part amicably?"
Xu Xiangbai leaned back, supporting himself on the floor with his hands behind him.
The liquor was quite strong, and they drank it quickly and fast, so the effects of the alcohol were already kicking in.
Xu Xiangbai looked up at the pale starlight in the sky, a wicked smile playing on his lips, exuding an air of nonchalance: "Don't you know me? Just a scoundrel who frequents the glamorous world, I've always been chivalrous towards women. As for making my woman cry, I'm sorry, I can't do that."
"Many of your previous women cried for you."
Xu Xiangbai retorted, "That's because I'm too charming, okay? Their reluctance to break up has nothing to do with me."
But Fu Yanjing remained perfectly clear-headed, his calm tone conveying a perfect balance of knowing without saying a word:
"And what about you and An Yu? If she liked someone else, would you be so indifferent?"
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