Like a heatwave, it was like a loudspeaker that could move one's skin. Wave after wave, it made one's heart beat wildly.
The psychedelic lights, the sounds of revelry, the wine glasses stacked into a pyramid, and the blue flames burning on the wine glasses.
In addition to the two teammates, there were two other boys and several girls, swaying in front of the ring-shaped big booth.
There were many bottles of wine placed on the table.
Dong Shaofeng held a bottle in his hand and drank almost all of it. He was like an outsider, looking at the crazy people in front of him.
As for the people who began to kiss passionately, he just looked at them expressionlessly.
At this time, a gorgeous girl wriggled to Dong Shaofeng's side like a water snake and kissed his ear passionately. She moved all the way down, provoking him to her heart's content.
Dong Shaofeng lowered his head and looked at the lustful expression on the girl's face. It was as if he saw maggots crawling all over her face. Her face began to rot, and it was extremely ugly.
But this was not real, it was just his feeling … The girl's face was delicate, and her figure was also the best among this group of girls. She was a stunner.
Finally, the girl was not satisfied with this little teasing. She raised her head and held Dong Shaofeng's face with both hands. She slowly moved closer, obviously wanting a passionate kiss.
"Go away."
Perhaps because the music was too loud, or because the heatwave in her body almost destroyed her rationality, or maybe because of other reasons, the girl was surprised for a moment and continued her next move.
"Go away."
In the end, she heard it clearly … Then she frowned, snorted coldly and left … because this man's eyes were really cold.
After the girl left, the teammate walked over and sat down in confusion, "Young Master Feng, what happened? Did she make you unhappy?"
"You guys have fun." Dong Shaofeng directly stood up and took a bottle of beer that he had just opened and not drunk, "I've paid the bill."
"Young Master Feng? Young Master Feng … What the hell? "
They saw Dong Shaofeng suddenly walked into the revelry young people, but in a moment, his back was out of sight … Another teammate curiously asked, "What happened?"
"Who cares, it's not the first time … Let's continue!!"
It's good to be young. If you don't have sex, you won't know your health.
…
The silver Mercedes-Benz SLC ran all the way along the road by the river. When the roaring engine passed the bridge above, it suddenly reached its loudest sound and then came to a sudden stop.
Walking to the railing by the river, the damp and cold wind made Dong Shaofeng feel comfortable all over … His tolerance for alcohol, which had been honed by working in nightclubs for a long time, didn't make him unable to walk due to drinking too much. He just felt hot.
He looked at the other side of the river. Most of the buildings were old.
He remembered that when he was in elementary school, the place where he lived was right across the river … The lights on that side were the lights of thousands of homes, while the lights on this side were the cold neon lights of a luxurious life.
It was hard to say which side was better … Perhaps, only when both of them were looking at the opposite side would they have a trace of longing.
Dong Shaofeng heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he took out his mobile phone and tapped on the chat interface of the person called Zhao Le. He began to type.
— — Are you asleep?
What are you trying to do!?
Now go outside your house and start frog-hopping from downstairs. Then film it for me to see.
— — You're crazy!!
— — I'll wait for five minutes … Start the countdown.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes … four minutes and thirty seconds. Dong Shaofeng didn't even blink his eyes. He just stared at the screen and gradually became lost in thought.
Finally, the mobile phone suddenly vibrated. The screen began to refresh one short video after another.
Although the light was dim and the camera kept shaking, the person who was caught was already frog-hopping down the stairs of his house. Even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Video after video, Dong Shaofeng leaned against the railing, allowing the cold wind to blow as he drank his wine one mouthful after another.
— — Finished!
— — Gymnastics.
— — What??
— — Broadcast Gymnastics, set 15 or … continue frog-hopping downstairs.
Soon after, a new short video was sent … This time, he didn't even open it. He just looked up at the dark sky.
How disgusting.
Zhao Le was like that … and so was he.
Thinking of this, he threw the bottle out and got into the car. Before driving, he sent a message.
— — Good night.
…
"Shaofeng, you're back!" A charming woman hurried over, her face full of concern. "Why do you smell like alcohol? Where did you go to go crazy?"
Dong Shaofeng looked at his mother and then at the man sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper … His father.
"It's so late, what's the matter?" Dong Shaofeng casually replied.
"What's with your attitude?" Finally, the middle-aged man who was holding the newspaper put down his hand and looked over. He was full of dignity. "You don't learn good things all day. You only know how to spend money. Is my money for you to raise flowers?"
"Forget it, the child is still young. Don't be angry. You can educate him slowly." The woman said gently.
"Every time I say it, you only know how to tie him up. Too kind a mother, too bad a son!" Dong Shaofeng's father snorted. "From today onwards, you won't have pocket money for three months!"
Dong Shaofeng looked at all of this expressionlessly.
— — Ah, that's disgusting.
— — They are.
— — Me too.
Dong Shaofeng's mother walked to the man's side, sat down, and patted him on the shoulder. "Calm down. The child is still young and doesn't know how to behave."
— — Stop it.
"You only know how to help each time! It's all your fault! "
— — Don't you feel tired?
"Yes, yes, yes, it's my fault. Are you awake?" Dong Shaofeng's mother shook her head.
— — Isn't it tiring?
Dong Shaofeng's father sighed and glared at Dong Shaofeng. "Hurry up and take a shower! You smell like alcohol. Do you look good? "
— — I know.
Dong Shaofeng didn't say anything. He nodded casually and walked to the stairs.
"By the way, Shaofeng, your birthday is the day after tomorrow. I've discussed it with your father. Let's fly to Paris tomorrow night and celebrate your birthday." Dong Shaofeng's mother said with a smile, "Look, your father still cares about you. He even took two days off from the company."
— — Enough.
— — Enough.
— — Enough.
Dong Shaofeng finally stopped and turned around. "That's enough! Stop acting! "
"What did you say!" Dong Shaofeng's father immediately frowned.
Dong Shaofeng sneered. "If you want to teach me a lesson, fine. But first, deal with your mistress. Mom, before you become a loving mother, please don't hang out with your boyfriend all day long … Don't you have it hard? I bet you feel disgusted when you touch each other now, right? "
Dong Shaofeng didn't go back to his room and went out again.
"Stop! Where are you going!! "Dong Shaofeng's father said angrily.
Dong Shaofeng waved his hand and didn't turn back. "To squander."
After the door closed, Dong Shaofeng grabbed his teacup and threw it on the ground. Then, he looked coldly at the woman sitting on the sofa.
"In that case, I won't go to Paris. I'll fly to Sabah in two days for a vacation." The woman stood up and said casually.
Dong Shaofeng's father said coldly, "Up to you … But you better watch your behavior. The company is going to be listed. I don't want any bad rumors."
"Take care of yourself first." The woman sneered and went upstairs.
…
…
When opening the door, Zhao Le tried to be careful not to make any noise — but the light in the living room suddenly turned on.
Zhao Le was startled. He saw Zhang Xiaoqin sitting in a wheelchair at the place where the light was on.
"Xiao Le, it's so late. What did you do? Why are you sweating all over? "
"Nothing." Zhao Le turned around and closed the door. After adjusting his emotions, he turned around and said with a smile, "I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs to run for a while."
He quickly took a blanket from the sofa and walked to Zhang Xiaoqin's side and put it on her. "Sister, didn't you fall asleep?"
Zhang Xiaoqin shook her head and suddenly grabbed Zhao Le's hand. "Xiao Le, I just had a dream. I woke up."
"Dream?" Zhao Le was stunned. Then, he squatted down and grabbed Zhang Xiaoqin's hands … Her palms were a little cold. He started to rub them. "What dream?"
"I don't know. I don't even know where I am." Zhang Xiaoqin shook her head and seemed to be a little scared. "Only you and me were left. Then you walked in front of me with your back facing me. You walked further and further away. I called you, but you didn't hear me. You just kept walking … I couldn't walk anymore and couldn't catch up with you … Then, then you disappeared and I woke up."
"Am I not here?" Zhao Le grabbed his sister's hand and put it on his face. "How could I disappear? Do you think I can cast a spell? Don't worry, it's just a dream! Nightmares are not real! "
"You're right." Zhao Xiaoqin smiled and pinched Zhao Le's face.
Zhao Le said, "Sister, are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat. "
"Are you trying to make me fat? I don't want to eat! " Zhang Xiaoqin glared at him and complained, "I'm either sitting or lying down every day. Look at the circles on my belly!"
"Sister, you have a great figure." Zhao Le smiled and said, "Didn't I go for treatment every day? Whatever fat I have will be burned! I'm burning my calories! "
"Pfff …"
"I made some onion oil and some oil residue. How about making onion oil noodles?" Zhao Le winked.
Zhang Xiaoqin struggled with a painful expression. She pinched Zhao Le's face with both hands and pulled, "Do you really want to die!!"
"If you don't want to eat, I won't make it." Zhao Le smiled evilly.
"You're courting death!"
Zhao Xiaoqin was so angry that she wanted to hit him. Zhao Le quickly stood up and ran to the fridge with a smile. "It'll be ready in ten minutes. Sister, wait for me."
"Damn brat … put more onion oil!" Zhang Xiaoqin glared at him. Seeing Zhao Le start to get busy, she laughed and said jokingly, "If I get fat and no one wants me, I won't be able to get married. Then you deserve to be my cook for the rest of my life!"
Zhao Le smiled, took out the noodles and put them into the pot.
When he started to cook the noodles, it was steaming hot. They began to whisper to each other.
They talked about the time when they went to catch crickets when they were young. They talked about the time when they stole watermelons from the neighbor.
They talked about the time when they liked to watch Ultraman and Sailor Moon. They talked about the time when Zhang Xiaoqin grabbed the remote control of the TV and hugged it tightly. They talked about the time when Zhao Le snatched her drumstick and made her cry.
They talked about the past and the future. They were all beautiful things.
…
…
The light in the living room was on, but it was only the wall lamp and the table lamp.
When he opened the door, Chen Mingming noticed it, so his action was a bit gentler.
A woman in a suit was lying on the sofa. The table was full of documents … The woman was holding a document in her hand, but she had fallen asleep.
Chen Mingming didn't say anything. He just went to the kitchen to get some ginseng slices, soaked it in water, and brought it to the woman's side. He put it on the table and tidied up the scattered documents.
"Your dad came."
The woman lying on the sofa didn't open her eyes. She just pinched her eyebrows and said tiredly.
"Got it." Chen Mingming picked up the ashtray on the table and poured out the cigarette butt.
"If your dad comes to you these two days, don't talk to him." The woman said at this time.
Chen Mingming nodded. After putting away the ashtray, he looked at the tidy living room and took a bottle of water from the fridge.
The woman asked again, "Have you packed up everything? He will leave next week and won't come back this year. Pack up carefully, or it will be hard to find him. "
"We'll talk about it later." Chen Mingming answered casually and walked to the room.
The woman opened her eyes at this time and called, "Mingming, Uncle Cai is a very good person. He also has his own business in Canada. Besides cooperating with him, mom also plans to reorganize the family with him. He is also very willing to accept you. After you go there, communicate with Uncle Cai more. Do you understand? "
Chen Mingming turned around and looked at his mother, saying softly, "It's late, go to bed early."
The woman nodded and said with a smile, "You've grown up. You know what's good for yourself. Mom always believes in you."
"Remember to drink the ginseng tea." Chen Mingming replied and walked into the room.
After closing the door, there was almost no sound.
Chen Mingming sat back at his desk and glanced at his phone. There were a few short messages from Zhou Yusheng.
After glancing at them casually, he put the phone back on the charger.
It's still too quiet. Let's make some sound …
Whatever.
He put on his headphones and leaned over the desk.
"Include-Me-Out."
"Where have I seen this before?"
"When can I feel it again?"
"Someone opened the door."
"I'm scared to go in."
"Imagination erases everything."
"If imagination continues."
"I saw it in a book."
"In an open book."
"I saw it in a joke book."
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