Chapter 73 Drunkenness

A few people left the scene very late, and the socialist Ye Rong was dizzy. He was supported by Fu Wenyuan to walk steadily, but he was still talking nonsense.

Feng Zhiting also had some dizzy eyes, and when he returned from paying the bill, he planned to pick up Kong Chensheng who had already drank enough to sleep.

Only Fu Wenyuan, who hadn't drank too much, remained awake, and knocked on the table to remind Feng Zhiting, "The play was performed for you, and the lines you wrote were so hypocritical that you almost didn't finish reading them... Don't forget to turn around."

Feng Zhiting slapped his face fiercely, "For me so many shares in a few words, you really know how to do business."

President Fu took it for granted, "I can only help because of our long-term friendship, otherwise it's not as much as yours leaking out of my fingers."

Feng Zhiting turned his head to look at Kong Chen Sheng's quiet and rosy face in his arms, and said nothing more, "I'll give you something tomorrow."

Ye Rong, who was stupefied by Fu Wenyuan, suddenly jumped up, "I found out, you guys really have a py deal!"

Fu Wenyuan stretched out his hand and pressed him into his arms, and Ye Rong quickly became honest when he smelled the familiar smell of Anxin.

Fu Wenyuan frowned and asked suspiciously, "What did he say about the deal?"

Feng Zhiting, who also rarely surfs the Internet, thought about it: "Friends deal? I see that those fans like to use abbreviations. Young people probably like this set."

Fu Wenyuan nodded slightly instructed, and went out of the private room one after the other with Feng Zhiting, and each took someone home.

Ye Rong's wine is very good. He doesn't fool around or go crazy when he's drunk. He holds Fu Wenyuan's hand with wet eyes in his arms, and doesn't speak quietly and let him do whatever he wants.

The weather was gradually entering into winter, and the floor heating had been turned on ahead of time. Fu Wenyuan led the people home, and Ye Rong shouted that it was hot as soon as he entered the house.

He let go of Fu Wenyuan's hand and walked all the way, and when he rolled onto the sofa, he had already taken off very refreshing.

Fu Wenyuan picked up his clothes and put them away in a good-natured manner, walked over to him and patted his shoulder, and couldn't help feeling along his shoulders and neck to the back and waist.

At this moment, Fu Wenyuan didn't know whether it was Ye Rong, who was hot and hot after drinking, or whether he was boiling with cravings.

Ye Rong suddenly got up from the sofa without warning, and knelt down in front of Fu Wenyuan.

Fu Wenyuan stood still and raised his brows, thinking to himself, is this a test of his concentration?

Unexpectedly, Ye Rong jumped off the sofa shaking his head after hearing the smell of alcohol on his body, kicking and kicking to the direction of the kitchen, talking about making him sober soup.

Fu Wenyuan followed uneasy, and saw that he was struggling to put on the pink apron, the thin black straps tied his flesh, the slightly red skin and the twisted pink he wore complemented each other.

Fu Wenyuan couldn't bear it anymore, went up and picked him up and put him on the table. The apron, which was less than his knees, was pulled up, hanging down two Bai Shengsheng's legs.

Ye Rong wrapped his neck around him and looked down at him. Fu Wenyuan's figure was clearly reflected in his amber eyes.

Fu Wenyuan pressed the back of his head and touched his forehead, the lips of the two were not touching, and the scorching breath was indistinguishable.

"Ye Rong, have we kissed before?"

Ye Rong was not sober and could not tell where and when he was. He held Fu Wenyuan's face and kissed it solemnly and seriously.

He was groggy, but replied with a belated answer: "I don't fall in love with you because you love me, because it is you, no matter what you are, I will love you."

Fu Wenyuan seemed to feel that his empty heart was stuffed tightly by such a sudden kiss, and the trembling in his soul was far more profound than the desire in his body.

Ye Rong fell softly on top of him and muttered, "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Fu Wenyuan, who was still reminiscing about the kiss, rubbed the soft skin on the back of his neck and took him back to the room as he hugged his waist and buttocks like a child.

As soon as Ye Rong hit the bed, he curled himself up comfortably. After finding a comfortable position, he lay down and looked at Xiang Fu Wenyuan. His wet and bright eyes seemed to be able to speak, "You must read poetry before you can sleep."

Fu Wenyuan went to bed with him, pinched the tip of his nose and said with a smile, "What poetry are you reading? And this kind of special service?"

The drunken blush on Ye Rong's face has not disappeared, and he patted the quilt beside him, "There are some, I only leave you with special services."

Even though Se Lingzhi was full of alcohol, he couldn't take care of washing and tidying up, so Fu Wenyuan turned off the night light by the bedside in his spare time.

Ye Rong groped and leaned over in the darkness, her slightly hot face pressed against his chest.

"You gave me your heart when we first met, and it was a spring morning inside."

I don't know why he was bewitched, but Fu Wenyuan's frame-dropped memory flashed some pictures that were spliced ​​together like old films, and were slowly played out by the old machine that was dying.

Standing by the window, he saw the unfamiliar and quiet young man on the opposite balcony watering the flowers. In the warm spring day, the wind lifted the man's hair that was about to cover his eyes, and the beautiful young man raised his head in response.

Perhaps it was a beautiful spring day, and the young man smiled at his unfamiliar neighbor, and said "good morning" in a friendly and authentic way.

"The last time I saw you was my short dream. In my dream, I had you and a group of winter winds."

Everything that was burned, he hugged the person just now in the sea of ​​flames, blood and tears shed, but no one had any regrets, he heard himself say: "Whether I live for you or die for you, I am willing... Rongrong, don't, don't forget me."

[The author has something to say: "You gave me your heart when I first saw it, and it was a spring morning...there was a group of winter winds in it" - "Seasons"]