Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Pei Shuyu is drunk
This camera has always been a decoration.
At least before Lu Hean came.
It was a rare opportunity today, and he knew that Lu Hean would not leave quietly.
Pei Shuyu's fingertips tapped the mouse unconsciously.
Watching Lu Hean wandering around his room blindly, touching here and looking there.
Finally it stopped in front of the wardrobe.
Pei Shuyu's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
He saw Lu Hean open the closet door, saw the half-empty space, and then began to hang his clothes in one by one.
Pei Shuyu: ...
I wondered what he was going to do...
Then, Lu Hean saw something and stopped packing his clothes. He reached out to the pile of sweaters, rummaged through them, and touched something wrapped in soft cloth.
Pei Shuyu held his breath slightly, and a secret expectation that he himself had not even noticed quietly crept into his heart.
On the screen, Lu Hean took out the broken and pieced-together ceramic doll, held it in his hands, and looked down at it for a long time.
Pei Shuyu's heartbeat was restless in the silent office.
However, a few seconds later, Lu Hean simply frowned, his face a look of pure confusion. He looked over and over, finally carefully wrapping it in a soft cloth and stuffing it back in its place. His expression remained normal.
Pei Shuyu in front of the screen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out to turn off the surveillance screen.
It's redundant to watch the surveillance.
Maybe he was too focused on watching the surveillance video that he didn't even notice Fu Zhouxing pushing the door and walking in.
"What are you looking at? You look so melancholy." Fu Zhouxing asked casually, placing a document on his desk. "My superiors sent me to inform you that Saifan's annual orientation session will begin next week. As usual, all team leaders must participate in the actual combat drills and guide the newcomers."
Pei Shuyu quickly suppressed all outward emotions and returned to his usual cold demeanor, only his brows furrowed subconsciously: "Do I have to participate? Can I refuse?"
"Well, no." Fu Zhouxing took a black signature pen, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over. "The higher-ups are paying close attention this year. They say they want to select the best from the best. Anyway, the case in Gangcheng has been closed these days, and there are no urgent tasks. Just relax and bully the rookie."
He paused, looking at Pei Shuyu's still unhappy expression, and added: "I just came to tell you that Xiao Qingyang will send you the schedule later. I don't have anything to do with the newcomer drills, so I'll go home and rest for the next few days. Call me if you have anything."
"Got it." Pei Shuyu responded, his eyes returning to the document, but without much focus.
Fu Zhouxing looked at him for two seconds, asked no more questions, turned around and left the office.
The document lay quietly on the table, signed at the end. Pei Shuyu leaned back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold surface.
Okay.
Maybe if I get busy, I won’t have any random thoughts.
Every year, Sevan celebrates its annual enrollment with a day-long celebration. Of course, those who don't want to go are not forced to. The bar is bustling with activity, with colorful lights swirling overhead. The alcohol and noise are practically blowing the roof off the room.
Pei Shuyu didn't want to come, but was dragged over by Xiao Qingyang and a few others and pressed into the booth.
He really didn't understand why the higher-ups always arranged for them to go to the bar instead of some quieter place. Or perhaps they could hold it inside Sevan so he could sleep in the dormitory.
"Pei Shuyu! It's only once a year! Don't spoil the fun!" Xiao Qingyang was drinking happily and pushed a colorful cocktail in front of him. "Try this!"
Looks like a lot of pigment.
Pei Shuyu frowned and pushed the door open, glancing at the wine list with a dull look. Just as he was about to ask if he could have a glass of milk instead, his eyes suddenly fixed on the menu bar.
For some unknown reason, he pointed at the words and said to the bartender, "I want this."
The wine was served quickly, and Pei Shuyu poured himself a full glass. The dark red liquid rippled under the hazy light.
Pei Shuyu picked it up and took a light sniff close to his nose.
A familiar smell lingered.
It has a rich sour and astringent taste, the aroma of wine is overwhelming, and there is even a hint of fruity aroma.
He even stopped breathing for a moment.
All the noise around him faded away in an instant, and the only thing left in his eyes was the shaking cup of red liquid.
I wonder what Lu Hean's pheromones taste like...
He closed his eyes, as if driven by some irresistible magic, and tilted his head back to drink the entire glass of wine.
The spicy and pungent taste sliced through his throat, burning all the way to his stomach. Then, the rich aroma of fruit and wine exploded in his mouth, instantly engulfing all his senses.
After drinking one glass, Pei Shuyu felt that the air he exhaled was all alcohol.
He seldom drinks, but today he made an exception and tried it.
Because he is not very good at drinking and has no deep understanding of his alcohol tolerance, he drinks like a fool. Others take small sips of half a glass, but he drinks the whole glass in one gulp.
This whole cup is the limit.
After a few minutes, he felt dizzy and weak, the sounds in his ears became vague and distant, and only rotating spots of light remained in his vision.
"... Pei Shuyu? Pei Shuyu? Oh my god! He fell down after just one glass?" Xiao Qingyang's noisy voice seemed to come through a layer of water.
Pei Shuyu felt his eyelids were too heavy to lift, and his consciousness quickly sank into a warm darkness filled with the scent of red wine and Lu Hean.
In the dim apartment, the TV played a soap opera. Lu Hean looked at the clock on the wall for the nth time. The hands had already passed ten o'clock in the evening, and the door was still quiet.
No reply to any message.
Lu Hean didn't care what the soap opera was about. He threw away the remote control in frustration, unable to sit still any longer, picked up his phone and began to frantically dial Pei Shuyu's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was finally picked up. The voice that came out was Xiao Qingyang's unclear, thick tongue: "Hello... Who, who is it? Who are you looking for? Pei Shuyu... Hiccup..."
Lu Hean frowned: "Where are you? Where is Pei Shuyu?"
"He's...drinking! Haha...Pei Shuyu can drink...one glass is enough...he's lying down..." Xiao Qingdong rambled on and on, unable to explain clearly.
Lu Hean patiently asked several more times, but the answers he got were all irrelevant.
Finally, there was a burst of noise from the other side, followed by a much calmer voice, it was Fu Zhouxing.
"Lu He'an," Fu Zhouxing's voice came through the noisy background, and his words were concise and to the point. "Pei Shuyu is drunk, you come and pick him up. I'll send you the address."
Less than twenty minutes later, Lu Hean's car sped up and stopped at the bar door with a sudden stop. He strode in, ignoring the various looks from the people around him, and immediately saw the person lying motionless in the booth.
Pei Shuyu lay quietly on his side on the booth, with his arm resting under his face.
Her lips, which were usually cold and tightly pursed, were slightly open, her breathing was even, her cheeks were abnormally flushed, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes. She looked defenseless and even a little obedient.
Lu Hean walked over, bent down and tried to pick him up.
As soon as her fingertips touched his arm, Pei Shuyu flinched like a frightened cat and sat up. He opened his eyes hazily and stared warily at the blurry figure in front of him: "What are you doing?"
Lu Hean looked at him, drunk and pretending to be fierce, and felt funny and distressed. He slowed down his voice and said, "I'll carry you home."
"Go home?" Pei Shuyu's eyes were dazed, trying to focus and identify him. He tilted his head, as if he had encountered an extremely puzzling problem. "Who are you... Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere..."
Lu Hean was startled by his question, and subconsciously looked up at Fu Zhouxing next to him and asked, "Is he like this when he's drunk?"
Fu Zhouxing didn't answer, but gave him a look that said "you can do whatever you want", then waved his hand at him mercilessly, indicating that he should take Pei Shuyu away quickly.
Lu Hean was helpless. He took a deep breath and stopped trying to reason with the drunkard. He simply reached out and carefully picked him up sideways.
Pei Shuyu struggled for a while, but his whole body was limp and he had no strength. Finally, he seemed to have found a comfortable position. He tilted his head and leaned it on the crook of Lu Hean's neck. His warm breath with the sweet smell of alcohol sprayed all over his skin.
Lu Hean's body stiffened slightly, and he tightened his arms around the person and walked out of the bar quickly.
Lu Hean was relieved after putting the person in the passenger seat and fastening the seat belt. He had just started the car and hadn't driven far when Pei Shuyu started to move uncomfortably, frowning: "Dizzy... I want to vomit..."
Lu Hean quickly pulled over.
Looking at Pei Shuyu's pale, uncomfortable face, and the constant retching, he guessed that he had drunk too much and was feeling nauseous. He sighed and resigned himself to his fate, making a phone call to have the car taken away.
Then he squatted down and carried Pei Shuyu on his back.
The night breeze was cool and gentle. The street was empty and quiet, with only the two of them being the only ones around.
Lu Hean carried Pei Shuyu on his back and walked steadily step by step.
The person on his back was very quiet, occasionally humming softly because of discomfort. The furry head rubbed against his neck unconsciously, bringing waves of subtle, heart-speed-increasing itchiness.
"Pei Shuyu," Lu Hean's voice sounded particularly low and gentle in the silent night, "Are you feeling better?"
“…Um…Hmm…” The person on my back made unclear syllables and was obviously still very drunk.
Lu Hean stopped talking and just slightly adjusted his posture to make him more comfortable.
Pei Shuyu's arms gently wrapped around his neck, and his breath blew evenly behind his ears.
Lu Hean looked down, their shadows blending together, indistinguishable from each other. A certain empty space in his heart seemed to be filling up bit by bit.
Even though he didn't remember anything, he still enjoyed the instinctive closeness to Pei Shuyu.
He turned his head and gently touched Pei Shuyu's hot forehead, which was resting on his shoulder, with his cheek.
How much did you drink...
but……
Maybe it would be easy to trick Pei Shuyu into talking when he's drunk.
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The author has something to say: No prize guessing game, what will be the opportunity for Xiao Lu to recover his memory?
New characters were supposed to appear, but that's the result.
I missed it again while writing, haha... I'm right...
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