As the door opened, a smell of alcohol rushed into the room, causing Wan Feng to suffocate briefly and instinctively cover his nose.
Such a strong smell of alcohol! If I strike a match, will it explode like a room filled with gas?
Wan Feng walked into Zhang Xuan's room with a frown.
The smell of alcohol in the room became even stronger, as if it could condense into liquid wine.
The room was in a mess, obviously it had not been cleaned for a long time. Quilts were piled randomly on the kang, and outside the quilts there were a pile of empty wine bottles.
Seeing all these bottles of wine, Wan Feng was stunned: How much alcohol did this woman drink? Has she lost her mind?
In addition to the empty wine bottles, there were more than five bottles of white wine with their lids unopened on the kang.
Who bought her this alcohol? Why let her drink so much? Are they trying to drink her to death?
Zhang Xuan had disheveled hair and was curled up in the quilt wearing the ski jacket that Wan Feng brought her the first time they came from Wahou.
Her face had lost its bright glow and looked extremely dirty, as if she hadn't washed it for a month. Her hair was tangled and messy like a chicken coop.
This is not bad. The originally plump face is now as thin as a fox's, as if it had been sharpened by a knife.
Seeing Zhang Xuan like this, Wan Feng felt like crying.
How could she become like this? Got stupid?
He Yanxia stood at the door, took a look, sighed and shed tears, then gently closed the door and turned back to her own room.
Wan Feng did not wake up Zhang Xuan, but lay on the kang and tried to push open the window, but the windows were almost all nailed shut in winter, so this measure was unsuccessful.
He picked up the empty wine bottles on the kang and threw them outside, then opened the door to let the smell of alcohol out of the room.
When he finished all this, he sat sideways on the edge of the kang and looked at the sleeping Zhang Xuan.
Only then did he notice that there were traces of dirt on Zhang Xuan's face, which were obviously traces left by tears.
Seeing this, Wan Feng's heart ached.
From the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month when they left the depression, to today, in a month, Zhang Xuan has become like a different person.
How could such a big change happen?
Wan Feng fell into deep thought.
He Yanxia sat in her room for more than half an hour. She felt a little worried, so she quietly walked out to her daughter's door and took a peek inside.
She found that her daughter was still sleeping. Wan Feng sat on the edge of the kang and watched her daughter sleeping like a sculpture.
He Yanxia sighed and went outside to get firewood and put it in the stove in her daughter's room to heat the kang for her daughter.
After the fire was lit, He Yanxia walked out of the house.
Wan Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, thought for a moment, opened it, took out a cigarette, but felt his pocket but found no matches, so he put the cigarette back into the box.
At this moment, he noticed that Zhang Xuan's eyelashes moved a few times, and then Zhang Xuan opened his eyes.
Zhang Xuan looked at Wan Feng with doubt and confusion.
The next moment, Zhang Xuan sat up, looking at Wan Feng with an even more confused look in his eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Are you here to see me?"
Wan Feng's eyes went dark and Zhang Xuan didn't even recognize him!
This is impossible!
"Zhang Xuan, don't you recognize me?"
Zhang Xuan shook his head: "I think I know him, but I can't remember."
"I'm Wan Feng!"
Zhang Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up, but soon dimmed again.
"Wan Feng! Such a familiar name. Who is he? Why does my heart ache when I hear this name? Maybe I'll remember it if I drink some water." After saying that, he turned around and looked for the wine bottle.
Wan Feng grabbed Zhang Xuan and said, "Zhang Xuan, stop! You can't drink anymore. If you drink again, you're done for."
"It's not over yet. I'll be fine after drinking. As long as I drink, I'll be sober and remember who you are."
“Don’t drink!”
"I want to drink!" Zhang Xuan stubbornly went to get the wine.
"Don't drink!" Wan Feng shouted.
Unexpectedly, as the voice got louder, Zhang Xuan's expression suddenly changed.
"No! I want to drink! Let me go!" Because Wan Feng was pulling him, Zhang Xuan suddenly became irritable and tried desperately to grab the wine bottle on the kang like an angry leopard.
Wan Feng regretted very much why he didn't take away these full bottles of wine when he was cleaning up the empty bottles just now.
If Zhang Xuan hadn't had any alcohol at home, would he be in such a terrifying state now?
If this is the case, then it is understandable who bought these wines.
Fortunately, it was just alcohol. If it was drugs, Zhang Xuan would be completely ruined now.
Although Wan Feng had never personally seen the appearance of a drug addict going crazy, he had seen the horrific expressions of drug addicts in science and education films.
"You can't drink!" Wan Feng was also angry.
"Get out of here, I want to drink!"
Zhang Xuan used her hands and feet to climb towards the wine bottle, and Wan Feng was unable to hold her back.
How much power do people have when they go crazy?
Wan Feng was also angry. Damn old woman, you insisted on drinking even though I told you not to. You thought I was the one who indulged her bad habits.
He pulled Zhang Xuan towards him with a sudden force, and instinctively slapped him without thinking.
"Snap!" The sound was very loud, just like the firecrackers that children set off during the New Year.
This sound also frightened Wan Feng, and he stared at his hand which had not yet been retracted.
I actually slapped Zhang Xuan!
I actually slapped Zhang Xuan!
Looking at Zhang Xuan's face again, there was a clear slap mark on her face, which showed how much force was used in that slap.
What did I do? I hit a woman so hard.
Bastard!
Wan Feng waved his hand and slapped himself, then held his head in his hands and fell into deep self-blame.
What Wan Feng didn't expect was that after the slap, Zhang Xuan stopped crying and making a fuss, and his eyes gradually became clear.
Zhang Xuan stared at the man in front of him with his hands on his head. His eyes changed from confusion to excitement and then to calmness.
"You're here!" The tone was calm and peaceful, as light as a feather.
Wan Feng, who was holding his head, was stunned when he heard the voice.
He suddenly looked up and saw Zhang Xuan looking at him. His eyes were much clearer but without any expression.
"You recognized me?"
Zhang Xuan's face was calm.
"Why did you come? Didn't I tell you I never wanted to see you again? Go away! Go now!"
"Zhang Xuan! Listen to me."
"There's nothing more to say. We're already separated from each other, what else can we say?"
The sound is as light as a feather, but it has a resounding effect.
"Zhang Xuan, I feel I need to explain. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I don't want to listen!" Zhang Xuan suddenly roared loudly.
"You are a hypocritical villain. I hate you! I hate you! I will never forgive you!"
Wan Feng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Zhang Xuan was excited, but he couldn't get excited. He must not stimulate Zhang Xuan at this time. She was finally woken up by his slap, and he didn't want her to be confused again.
If I go back in a confused state again, I'm afraid I'll never wake up again.
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