My eyes are hazy with drunkenness, but my emotions are still there. The clear moonlight is just beginning to fade.
Sitting alone, he appears lonely and frail. The piles of empty bottles on the table depict the intensity of his hidden emotions.
"Hello, Xiao Gu!" Qian Jianjun walked up and greeted him.
"Mr. Qian? What a coincidence!" Gu Quyu's voice clearly expressed his inner surprise.
"Why are you here too?"
"You brought me here before, and it tasted great, so..." Gu Quyu, who was already a little drunk, didn't finish his words, but just shrugged mischievously.
"Why are you drinking alone?"
"Why are you drinking alone?"
Gu Quyu's question amused Qian Jianjun, "Haha, we're not drinking alone, we're drinking together. Should I move over here, or should you move over there?"
"I can't take away your chance to be a gentleman."
Playful yet a bit coquettish, Gu Quyu tonight was even more charming than usual. Perhaps it was the dark red dress that replaced her professional attire, making her bloom silently like a rose in the dark night.
Drinking alone is a way to drown one's sorrows, but drinking with two people is like meeting a bosom friend, especially when two old partners in the "alcohol battle" have been together. In recent years, Gu Quyu has been present at almost all of Qian Jianjun's social events.
Gu Quyu recounted the interesting stories of the drinking parties they had experienced together, letting the memories evaporate into a fascinating joy through the alcohol.
The wine kept flowing and the laughter kept coming out. Gu Quyu was no longer as cautious as usual, and his words were more casual like a friend than before, which made Qian Jianjun drink even more happily.
Taking advantage of the topic he had just lamented, Gu Quyu raised his glass again and said, "Come on, Mr. Qian, let's have another drink for the past we have worked together!"
Qian Jianjun, who was already a little tipsy, shook his head and said, "I told you there's no Mr. Qian here today. We're just two friends drinking together! Just call me Old Qian."
After saying that, Qian Jianjun raised his wine glass and said, "Xiaoyu, we won't go home until we're drunk today!"
"Okay, Lao Qian, we won't go home drunk today!"
Gu Quyu's casual remark stunned Qian Jianjun, "What did you say?"
Qian Jianjun's slightly deep voice startled Gu Quyu. She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and, with her bright eyes wide open, met Qian Jianjun's fixed gaze. They held each other's gaze for nearly ten seconds, still unsure what was going on. Finally, she gave in, covering her heart with her long lashes, and whispered, "Okay, Old Qian, we're not going home until we're drunk today!"
The voice was timid, a touch shy, a touch charming. More importantly, it was lingering and memorable. It was like a gentle breeze blowing away the thick dust deep within my memory, a cloud of dust that fluttered and blinded my eyes, instantly bringing tears to my eyes.
That was what Mei Rugu said to herself on that drunken night.
Through his tearful eyes, Qian Jianjun felt that Gu Quyu, in front of him, bore a striking resemblance to Mei Rugu, from her delicate features to her sleek short hair. Even her dark red dress seemed a treasure once hidden deep in Mei Rugu's wardrobe.
Taking advantage of the drunkenness, he opened his heart, and the vagueness, a mixture of love and hate, turned lingering memories into tears. No matter how hard Qian Jianjun tried to hide it, there would always be something that slipped through the net.
Regarding feelings, although he had accidentally revealed some of his feelings before, this was the first time he had been so completely exposed and so out of control. Qian Jianjun stood up and wanted to escape, but he heard another voice that seemed to come from his memory, "Give me a hug!"
Everything else became superfluous at this moment; all that was needed was a hug. It was hard to tell who needed the hug more. The burly figure tightly wrapped around the delicate body, providing a sense of protection from the wind and rain. However, Gu Quyu also wrapped both hands around Qian Jianjun's firm back, occasionally freeing one hand to pat it.
The suffocating closeness left no room for even the slightest sadness. But the lingering emotions wouldn't abruptly end with a single thought or action; instead, they overturned with even greater recklessness. Qian Jianjun's back trembled violently, and what he couldn't see was the delicate and calm Gu Quyu, her face also stained with tears, reflecting the shimmering light of the lamp.
The hustle and bustle around them and the series of notification sounds from the mobile phones in their pockets could not affect the two people who were immersed in each other's warmth or indulging in their own emotions.
After a long time, he felt the ups and downs of his shoulders gradually subside, and just then his cell phone rang again. Gu Quyu said softly, "Check your phone, don't worry about anything important."
"Oh well."
Qian Jianjun, having recovered, seemed to realize something. He quietly sat back across the table and pulled out his phone. But the alcohol in his veins was still raging, roaring, flags waving, swords drawn, attempting to destroy any so-called dam that stood in his way.
While Qian Jianjun was checking his phone, Gu Quyu handed him another bottle of purified water and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"No, nothing. A friend asked me what I was doing. You, you know Mr. Jiang who makes curtains. Whenever he drinks too much, he likes to call me and chat." Qian Jianjun lowered his head and continued to browse the news he had missed during this period, but his words were already a little fragmented due to the drunkenness.
"I'm glad you're okay. You have to drink a little more. If you drink any more, you won't be able to go home. Brother Zhou is not here, and I can't help you by myself." Compared to Qian Jianjun, Gu Quyu was less drunk.
"No, it's okay, keep drinking. Didn't you say you'd get drunk tonight and not come home?"
"I'm not coming back tonight. You have plans tomorrow, don't you? Drinking too much is not good."
"If we have wine today, we should get drunk today. Worry about tomorrow, worry about tomorrow. Besides, tomorrow, no matter what we do, you, you accompany me. With you around, what do I have to be afraid of?" Qian Jianjun was very drunk and had forgotten the plans for tomorrow.
Gu Quyu didn't say anything, but just silently handed over another glass of beer.
After they drank a glass together, she slowly reminded him, "You have an appointment with Brother Zhou to go out to sea tomorrow. And also with Mr. Xiaoqiu, Xiaoyue and the others."
"Tomorrow, oh, we have an appointment to welcome Old Zhou tomorrow. And Xiaonian, Xiaoyue..." When talking about Xiaoyue, Xue Jiuyue's shadow was as bright and cool as moonlight, cleansing the mania in Qian Jianjun's blood and pulling him back from the confusion of memory and reality.
Qian Jianjun was half sober. What had he been doing? The most terrifying thing was, if he was still sober, what would he do? What else would he do? He didn't dare to think about it, let alone how Gu Quyu across from him was looking at him.
Qian Jianjun poured himself a glass and filled Gu Quyu's as well. Taking the opportunity to glance over, he found that Gu Quyu had rosy cheeks and a delicate face. Her big, watery eyes looked at him, and there seemed to be a ripple of emotion.
Qian Jianjun avoided his gaze and picked up the wine glass. "Thank you, I'm sorry."
"You're welcome. Thank you, too."
Yes, Gu Quyu was also drinking alone just now. Maybe she had also encountered some emotional setbacks, but the little girl was embarrassed to mention it. Thinking of this, he felt relieved. Qian Jianjun drank another glass but still felt unsatisfied. "We are both wanderers in this world, let's have another drink!"
"Dry!"
The embarrassment was diluted by two glasses of wine, and Gu Quyu teased again: "Jiangzhou Sima's blue shirt is wet, and your red skirt is wet."
"Secret! This is the company's top secret! I'm giving you an extra bonus this month!"
"We're all just wanderers in this world, so why should we be so realistic? Don't worry, I won't let anything go wrong even if I'm drunk or dreaming."
Gu Quyu's sweetness and thoughtfulness not only made Qian Jianjun feel warm and happy, but also made him secretly pity her. Especially after the "misunderstanding" just now, although he stopped in time, the relationship between the two of them really became much closer. "Let's go out to sea together tomorrow to relax and welcome Lao Zhou. You and Lao Zhou are my right-hand men."
"I have a shopping date with a close friend tomorrow. And your vacation ends next Monday, so I have a lot of paperwork to sort out."
"Oh, then go shopping and put your work aside for now! When I get back, we'll sort it out together."
"Thank you, Mr. Qian!" Gu Quyu swirled his wine glass again...
The unbridled flow of emotions was exhausting, but the emptiness left after exhaustion was completely restored by a deep intoxication and a deep sleep, a night of sweet darkness. The morning breeze brought a healing freshness, kicking off a day that Qian Jianjun was full of anticipation.
Beneath the azure sky, the equally boundless sea rippled with ripples, flaunting its depths with a richer shade of blue. The sunlight, seduced, lost its solemnity, transforming into frivolous wisps of bright blue, blending into the playful wind, intermittently dispersing the soothing light music.
In the boundless sea of sky, individuals are as small as a speck of dust, yet they are free to own their own world. This may be the true meaning of "the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly."
Although restricted by physical limitations, I am still confined to the yacht, but my thoughts and mood can be freely expressed.
If you don't want to wander in the spiritual world and want to return to the human world, you can sing with the help of the excellent sound quality speakers, read and play chess while embracing the carefree sea view, or of course, participate in the various activities carefully planned by Qian Jianjun. For example, the fishing competition is currently in full swing.
Qian Jianjun, Qiu Nian, and Ke Yike competed in a two-hour race to see who could catch the most fish. With only a dozen minutes remaining, Qian Jianjun and Ke Yike were neck and neck, with Qiu Nian trailing slightly.
The results were about to be announced, so everyone gathered quietly to watch, their breath held high. A moment later, Qian Jianjun had another catch: a flick of his wrist, and a large yellow croaker, about a foot long, leaped out of the water. Unable to contain his joy, Qian Jianjun teased Ke Yike, "Hehe, keep going!"
"Ahem..." Ke Yike coughed because he was choked. "There's still time. It's hard to say who will win."
Before he finished speaking, Ke Yike also caught a fish. It was also a yellow croaker, slightly larger than the one Qian Jianjun had caught.
"Ahem..." Ke Yike coughed twice and didn't say much, but his smug look was clearly revealed in his narrow eyes as he looked at Qian Jianjun.
Zhou Ying, who was standing next to Xue Jiuyue, was also infected by the excitement and lost her composure. She cheered softly, so lightly that it was almost invisible and passed away, but it added a touch of joy to Xue Jiuyue who was standing next to her.
Unlike Qian and Ke, who were engaged in a back-and-forth exchange, Qiu Nian, though slightly behind, remained calm and composed, just as he had been the day he spoke on stage—before he saw Lin Yiyi. As time drew to a close, he remained composed and composed.
Xue Jiuyue glanced at Qiu Nian, then turned her gaze to the other side. Coincidentally, Lin Yiyi, who had been listening to music with her headphones with her back to the crowd, was also looking back at Qiu Nian's performance. Lin Yiyi rolled her eyes, responded to Xue Jiuyue's smirk, and turned back to enjoy her music.
Just when Ke Yike thought victory was in his grasp, Qiu Nian, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly made a move, attracting everyone's attention.
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