Xie Jin's alcohol intake is not really a hip pull, at least he can drink four or five bottles when he is in good condition, but that was all a few years ago.

When he was at his lowest point before, he also drank to buy himself drunk, tried to use alcohol to numb himself to escape the pain of reality, and then all the money was used to compensate. After living a life where he couldn't even pay the rent, he never touched a drop of it again. liquor.

After so many years, he picked up the wine glass again, and the bitter liquid with the aroma of wheat poured into his mouth, but it made his stomach burn.

Perhaps seeing that Xie Jin had something in his heart, the middle-aged Mediterranean boss thoughtfully served a stack of side dishes, and even tried to enlighten him earnestly next to him. He let Xie Jin open up. Although venting his emotions was a big deal, his body was more important.

Xie Jin nodded, and while eating the steaming plate of scrambled eggs with green onions, he endured the burning sensation and filled his stomach with light yellow liquid.

He sat in the innermost corner of the plastic greenhouse, which was an inconspicuous corner, and neither the diners nor the owner and his wife would easily notice what was happening on his side.

Because don't know when it started, Xie Jin sat there crying silently, tears running down his cheeks and oily spots on the corners of his mouth. He hid in the corner and propped his upper body on the table full of wine bottles, looking very embarrassed.

The zipper of the canvas bag placed on the side of the table was quietly pulled open from the inside, and half of its head popped out. It looked around vigilantly, and after making sure no one noticed it, it jumped to Xie Jin's hand and looked at the covered man. Alcoholic man.

"Jin, Jin! Shall we go home?" It rubbed Xie Jin's hand with its body, but Xie Jin didn't respond, just kept his head down and wept.

Jiu was a little helpless. With its current appearance, let alone taking Xie Jin home, he couldn't even wake Xie Jin.

If he turned into a humanoid, he could at least pretend to be his son to take his unconscious father home, but Jin did not allow him to transform in front of strangers, saying that he would be taken away for research.

Jiu jumped up and down on the table in a hurry, it suddenly felt the table vibrate, turned around and saw that Xie Jin's mobile phone was ringing in silent mode, and someone called in.

"Fangzi...what does this word mean?" Chiu remembered the man he and Xie Jin rescued in the paradise, it seemed that this was Fang Ziyu.

It dragged the phone in front of Xie Jin, jumped to the screen and slid the answer button, and then turned on the amplifier. Fang Ziyu's still hoarse voice came from the receiver, but it was obviously much clearer than the previous two days.

"Brother Xie, where are you? I haven't thanked you for saving your life. If you have time... eh? Are you still listening?"

Fang Ziyu on the other side of the phone seemed a little puzzled. He didn't know why Xie Jin was connected but didn't speak, just like he didn't know that Xie Jin was actually drunk and unconscious and talking nonsense.

"Damn! Why is it locked, why is the screen locked!" Fang Ziyu suddenly heard a voice coming from the phone, not Xie Jin, but a child's voice.

He sat up straight, but the action stretched his wound and made him hurt. Fang Ziyu twitched his face and didn't forget to ask Dan: "Who are you? Where is the owner of this phone?"

"Ji Duan..." A whisper made Fang Ziyu feel a little at ease. It seemed that the phone was not stolen, and Xie Jin should be beside him.

"Child, give him the phone, the person I'm looking for is not you." Fang Ziyu tried to direct the chirp, he didn't know that the little black briquettes had already flashed countless thoughts of hurting himself in his mind, and he was still eagerly waiting Waiting for Xie Jin to answer the phone.

"Ouch! I was so busy that I didn't pay attention to this place. It's only been a long time. I drank so much by myself."

Another voice broke into Fang Ziyu's ears, and he was already confused, not knowing who this was.

"I'm on the phone, is that your friend, boy, don't sleep, you'll catch a cold here." The apparently aged voice said again. Fang Ziyu raised his brows. He endured the pain and put on his clothes while trying to communicate with the elderly voice: "Hello, I'm his friend, may I ask where he drinks alone?"

"Ah, are you his friend? That's great." The bald boss tried to help Xie Jin, who was lying motionless on the table, but failed.

He could only pin his hopes on Fang Ziyu on the other end of the phone, "Can you come and pick him up, this guy didn't seem very comfortable at first, my wife and I helped him into the stall, and he started drinking, and now he's unconscious. ."

"..." Fang Ziyu fell into a brief silence. He wanted to take the opportunity to repay Xie Jin's favor, but his own injuries had not yet healed, so he went to pick up a friend who had a close relationship with him in the name of a friend. Is something wrong?

"Oh! He vomited..." There was a commotion over the phone, with the sound of wine bottles smashing on the ground, and some people vomiting heartbreakingly.

Fang Ziyu's face twitched, but he still asked the boss for a location: "Tell me the exact location, and I'll come right over."

The reason why he dared to make such a deal was because he had previously learned that Xie Jin and himself were from Tan Jiang.

He used to travel around the country with the Chi Yan expedition and was not often in Tan Jiang, but after this injury, Fang Ziyu's family resolutely asked him to take care of Tan Jiang.

As it approached the early morning, Fang Ziyu rushed over from the other side of Tan Jiang. When he arrived, the boss and his wife had already started to close and clean up, and there was only Xie Jin left in the entire stall.

Fang Ziyu greeted the boss, then walked over to Xie Jin and tentatively shook his shoulder. But Xie Jin didn't respond, his face was full of tears, like a child who was tired from crying and fell asleep, lying on the table quietly.

"Brother Xie, I drove over half of the Tan Jiang for nearly two hours. You have to tell me about your home... eh?!"

His sight was aimed at the black briquettes hidden between Xie Jin's neck. The thing stared at it with two big eyes. In the middle of the night, it stared at him so maliciously, and he couldn't help but bring back some bad memories of Fang Ziyu.

"If you want to pay back your favor, just shut up and take Jin out." Fang Ziyu was even more shocked that the dark group actually spoke, and the voice seemed to be transmitted directly to his mind. He quickly realized that this was just now. The child's voice on the phone.

"that……"

"Don't ask!"

"I……"

"Just do as I say!"

Fang Ziyu obediently stopped his mouth after experiencing a magical exchange of perhaps brain waves. He hooked Xie Jin to his shoulder and said goodbye to the boss and his wife after paying the sake money.

There was hardly anyone on Tan Jiang Road in the early morning. Fang Ziyu gritted his teeth and helped Xie Jin into the car. He covered his abdominal wound and sat back in the driver's seat.

He watched the ornament-like black briquettes flexibly come down from Xie Jin's neckline and jumped onto the co-pilot next to him. A black mist dissipated, and the black-haired boy appeared there.

"Sure enough, it's you, Brother Xie's son... He seems to have explained that he is not a son." Fang Ziyu glanced at Xie Jin who was lying in the back of the car, then turned to look at the black-haired boy, "He looks like a person no matter what, you two seem to be Isn't it a breed?"

Hearing this, he wanted to beat someone up, but for the sake of asking for something important, he still held back.

"Since we are your saviours, it's not too much to ask you a favor." Jiu cleared his throat and lowered his voice pretending to be mature, "After this help, you and Jin will be separated, how about it?"

"Okay." Fang Ziyu looked at the boy's uncontrollable face and suppressed his smile, "Tell me, how can I help you?"

"Send us home." Tweet said it as a matter of course, after seeing Fang Ziyu's eyes, he even confirmed it again, "Yes, it's that simple, Jin said that the place where people live can't change shape, flying over the mainland is prohibited, and it will be The square box was photographed and taken away."

"Hahaha, so listen to Brother Xie?" Fang Ziyu finally couldn't help it, he laughed so much that his wounds jumped open, "That's good, such a simple repayment, but I missed it."

The conversation between the two seemed to irritate Xie Jin, who was lying on the seat in the back row. He suddenly turned over and hit his arm against the car glass, making a "dong" sound.

Then he seemed to have dreamed something unpleasant, curled himself up unconsciously, and sobbed softly.

As early as when his arm hit the car window, two people in the front row, one big and one small, noticed the situation. Fang Ziyu put away his smile and turned his upper body to look at Xie Jin's silently crying face.

"What's wrong with Brother Xie?" Fang Ziyu was naturally asking the tweet, but he didn't answer. The boy nimbly got into the back compartment. He held up Xie Jin's head and put the man on his lap, at least it looked a little more comfortable.

"Don't drive fast, haven't you seen anyone cry?" The young man noticed that Fang Ziyu was still looking this way, raised his eyes and kicked at the other side, he unceremoniously revealed what he was thinking.

This child's mouth is quite poisonous, Brother Xie has a gentle personality, and he doesn't know who he looks like. Fang Ziyu resignedly started the car and drove towards the address mentioned by the boy.

Fang: Co-authoring, I just ran over to drive in a contemporary way?