Mo Hexuan was unexpectedly refreshed, and he felt a little light-headed. After they sat down at the seafood restaurant, they looked at the menu and ordered. Fang Yan did not eat seafood, except fish.
Mo Hexuan ordered a lot of seafood. Bruce was very happy. This little old man had no worries. He also ordered a lot of beer.”
Han Fei sat quietly beside Fang Yan. On Fang Yan's right was Bruce, and on the opposite side was Mo Hexuan.
Bruce roughly tore apart all kinds of seafood with the momentum of a storm.
Bruce finished pulling a crab and said,"I can't believe it. The seafood is better than Swansea's. I thought Swansea had the best seafood in the world.”
Mo Hexuan laughed out loud. This old man looked like a happy bunny. He said,"It's delicious. We'll come here often in the future."”
Han Fei revealed a rare smile. He peeled some seafood for Fang Yan. When Fang Yan saw so much, he pushed it back and said,"I don't eat seafood. I'll eat fish."
"Eat some, it tastes good," Han Xiong insisted.”
Mo Hexuan put down the wine bottle in his hand and said,""She doesn't eat seafood. She's allergic. Let her eat fish, she's a cat." After saying that, he chuckled. It was obvious that he had drunk too much.
Bruce drank a lot and had never been seen drunk. When he was in Swansea, he often drank and sometimes came to school reeking of alcohol. His wife and son were both dead, and he had nothing to tie them down.
Han Fei didn't drink. He was driving. Mo Hexuan and Bruce drank a lot. Even though Mo Hexuan rarely drank in Fang Yan's memory. At this moment, Mo Hexuan drank cup after cup. He and Bruce were really good partners.
Fang Yan quietly looked at the two of them, trying to persuade them to drink. Han Fei noticed that she didn't eat much. She poured a glass of fruit juice and said,"Eat more. You're too skinny."”
Fang Yan smiled faintly, raised his glass of fruit juice, and took a sip."No, I ate a lot."
Han Fei took off his coat. It was a little stuffy, probably because there were too many people in the hotel. Han Fei looked at Mo Hexuan and whispered to Fang Yan,""He's very happy today. He hasn't been this happy in years.”
Fang Yan picked up a small piece of fish and placed it in Han Fei's bowl. He put down his chopsticks and said,""Because you took good care of her."
Han Fei didn't eat the fish that Fang Yan picked up. He poured himself a glass of fruit juice and took a sip."If you can, go back to him. He still has you in his heart. Let bygones be bygones. You can start anew.”
Fang Yan sighed softly and said,"I ended things with him eight years ago."”
Although Mo Hexuan drank a lot, he could hear the commotion clearly. He drank his wine without batting an eyelid. He did not even lift his eyelids.
Han Xiong sighed and frowned. He said,"He's still waiting for you."
After Fang Yan heard this, she trembled slightly. She didn't know that whether he waited or not had nothing to do with her, right? She would never be able to return to his side. The one who had cut off all contact between them was none other than Mo Hexuan. It wasn't that she hadn't thought of coming back to look for him for the past eight years, but there was a chasm between them that she couldn't cross. How could he let go of the shattered past? She did not know.
Bruce was still talking. Cheers. President Mo, Mo Hexuan, smiled bitterly as he finished one glass after another. Fang Yan's words were imprinted on his heart. How could he forget that what happened between them was in the past, but Fang Yan said it so cruelly. How could he resist the entanglement of the past? He had never lost before, but he had lost to Fang Yan time and time again. He lost to her smile, her sharpness, her indifference, and her estrangement! He could always accuse her of everything she had done to him!
There were not many people who came and went in his life. The word Fang Yan was deeply imprinted in his heart. He had never forgotten. How could he let go of Fang Yan, who he had lost and found again? Even if he had to be heartbroken, he would not let go this time! Even if he had to grind his bones to ashes, he would not hesitate!
The sky was already dark, and the sea breeze blew past. Fang Yan walked alone in the cold wind. She wanted to calm herself down. She was afraid that if she did not calm down, she would fall into the abyss. She had no one to catch her, just like a driftwood on the sea, floating without an end or a shore to rest on. Driftwood that floated on the sea for a long time would only rot quickly and would not be able to reach the shore.
She knew very well what it felt like to be drifting on the empty beach. In the distance, a few dim street lamps were emitting a faint light. She couldn't see the path under her feet clearly. The waves on the sea beat against the shore, and she stepped on the sand. She accidentally tripped over a sandpit.
She lay on the beach, her face buried in the sand. This was what Han Fei saw when he came looking for her. Fang Yan did not cry. She just did not want to get up. She had already used all her strength to entangle herself with the past every night.
Han Fei squatted down gently with his right foot down. He did not immediately pull Fang Yan up. He just squatted quietly. He could not see Fang Yan's expression clearly. He could only conclude that Fang Yan was not crying and was not injured. She had only tripped, but she could not get up. Therefore, he was not in a hurry to pull her up. Fang Yan moved, and the cool sea breeze woke her up.
She supported herself with her hands and slowly stood up. She rejected Han Xiong's hand. Patting the sand off his body and face, he smiled and said,"I tripped and fell asleep.”
Han Fei didn't expose her. He just smiled and said,""Are you awake? The beach is cold, let's go."
Fang Yan took pictures for a long time, listening to the sound of the sea hitting the beach at night, wave after wave. It seemed that she was destined not to be able to wear this dress today. She stumbled in front, and Han Xiong followed behind her. Just as he went to persuade Bruce to drink less, Fang Yan was gone. He was very nervous, worried that she would leave without saying goodbye again. Mo Hexuan was already fast asleep on the table.
Fang Yan got into the car without saying a word, and Han Xiong put Bruce in the front seat first. He helped Mo Hexuan sit down beside Fang Yan. At first, she was sitting well, but after a while, she stumbled and bumped into the car window. Fang Yan did not look at him from the beginning to the end. He only looked coldly out of the car window on the other side.
Mo Hexuan lowered his head and then raised his head. It was swaying left and right. Fang Yan had never seen him like this. Slowly, his body began to lean towards Fang Yan, and his head leaned on Fang Yan's shoulder a few times. Fang Yan tried to correct his position several times. In the end, she gave up and let him be. She really didn't know if he was really drunk or pretending.
The car soon arrived at the city, but it was hard for Han Xiong. First, he helped Bruce, the fat old man, upstairs. She only came down after taking care of him and putting him to sleep.
Mo Hexuan, on the other hand, lay on Fang Yan's lap and hugged her thigh tightly. He really couldn't pull them apart. Fang Yan was very helpless. Han Fei finally pulled him away and let Fang Yan return to the hotel. Fang Yan left without hesitation.
After Fang Yan left, Mo Hexuan got into the car. He wasn't drunk at all. However, he wanted to get closer to Fang Yan and could not pretend to be drunk. He watched Fang Yan's back disappear into the hall and asked Han Fei for a cigarette.
He lit the cigarette and leaned against the back of the car with his eyes narrowed. "Don't you think she's too cold-hearted?" Youyou asked.”
Han Fei closed the door and sat in the car. When he started the engine, he asked,""Let's go to my house?"
Mo Hexuan exhaled lightly and extinguished the cigarette. He opened the car door, got out of the car, and said to Han Fei,""I'll go find her. Don't worry about me."
Han Fei smiled bitterly. He knew Mo Hexuan too well. He would not let go of any opportunity to get close to Fang Yan, such as tonight. If he left with him, he wouldn't be Mo Hexuan anymore.
Mo Hexuan walked into the hall as usual. He didn't look like a drunk person at all. At least he remembered Fang Yan's floor and room number. When he reached the door of the room, he took off his coat and threw it on the ground. He untied the shoelace of one shoe and used his hand to mess up his hair. He looked really drunk. He gently pressed the doorbell of Fang Yan's room. He wasn't sure if Fang Yan would open the door.
Fang Yan had just changed out of her dirty clothes for the day. After making a call, she asked the reception desk if the hotel provided laundry. When she heard the doorbell ring, she opened the door without hesitation. Mo Hexuan leaned his head closer to the door. She fell into Fang Yan's arms. Mo Hexuan was very heavy. He even quietly closed the door with his foot. Mo Hexuan's body pressed down on her, making it hard for her to breathe. She couldn't move him at all. The moment she let go, he fell down with her. Fang Yan let him fall on the carpet.
He fell to the ground, not even making a sound. There was only a dull thud. Fang Yan couldn't be bothered with him. She stepped over him and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he was still in his original position. She seemed to have fallen asleep, her entire face pressed against the carpet. She seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Fang Yan couldn't stand it anymore and tried to turn his face to the front. However, his entire body was still lying down, so his neck would definitely be twisted. She felt that this position was very inappropriate. She opened the door and walked out. Mo Hexuan shook his head. He continued to sleep. When Fang Yan walked to the door, he saw the baseball shirt on the ground and picked it up. She had originally wanted to get someone to get rid of this drunkard, but on second thought, she turned back.
She poured herself a glass of water and gulped it down. She walked to Mo Hexuan's side and kicked him twice, but he didn't move. Squatting down, she looked at his eyes. Indeed, he looked like he was asleep. She tried to lift his head up, but his weight brought her to the ground. She used her hands to support his upper body from the ground. He did not move at all.
She stood up again and placed her legs around his waist. She bent down and held his hands. He tried twice, but there was still no reaction. She walked to his side and knelt down. She reached out her hands to hug his shoulders, but he still did not move at all.
She took a few breaths and rested for a few minutes before walking to his side. Leaning against his head, she first lifted his head with her hands and used her back to support the weight of his head. Then, she slowly moved her position. His head slowly leaned against his back. However, when she tried to support his upper body with her hands to stand up, he fell down again. It was accompanied by a muffled sound. One could imagine how painful his head was.
She looked at him helplessly. He swallowed his saliva and turned around to pour a glass of water. She gently lifted his head and fed him some. This time, he was very cooperative.
She put down the glass of water and placed her feet on his body. She bent down and hugged his hands. She bit her lips and hugged him tightly. After three tries, she finally managed to lift his upper body up. Her legs were straight and her upper body was upright.
She was afraid that he would fall again, so she didn't dare to act rashly and sat on Mo Hexuan. Suddenly, he moved, probably because he was in pain. She quickly got up.
He suddenly coughed a few times and muttered,"I want to drink water. I'm thirsty." However, she did not open her eyes.
Fang Yan glared at him and said,"No, you'll die of thirst."”
He quieted down, but he actually turned his head and prepared to sleep on the ground again. However, Fang Yan was so anxious that she stopped him. She gently knocked his head with her hand and said,"I'm scared of you. Be good and don't move. I'll get some water.”She observed him for a while, but he was really not moving at all. Only then did she feel relieved. She poured some water and fed it to him.
He finished the water and moved his feet as if he was about to stand up. Fang Yan quickly supported him. He fell onto Fang Yan's bed in a daze. Fang Yan couldn't even pull him up, and he didn't react even if she called him. She pulled the blanket over herself. Fang Yan's head was full of black lines, and he had a feeling that he had been tricked. Seeing that he was about to put his feet on the bed, Fang Yan quickly stopped him and helped him take off his shoes and socks. He slept soundly and did not move around on the bed.
Fang Yan turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim light shone on his face. His originally black and bright eyes were tightly closed, and he had a wicked smile on his face, as if he was dreaming. His thick eyebrows rippled gently as if he was always smiling, like the bright crescent moon in the night sky. Her fair skin was warm yellow under the dim light, and no pores could be seen on her face. Her red lips were slightly pursed with a smile.
She stretched out her fair and slender right hand and gently stroked his eyebrows, stroking them back and forth. Then, it was the eyes, nose, mouth, and right side of the face. He kept smiling as if he was having a sweet dream. She couldn't bear to let go of her hand. This face had appeared in her dreams countless times. She had never thought that she could touch his face so closely. She looked at him intently for a long time.
She bent down slightly, and just as she was about to kiss his lips, she stopped. She pulled up the blanket for him and turned to walk into the bathroom.
He turned on the tap of the sink and scooped up a handful of cool water to splash on her fair and delicate face, one handful after another, until her forehead was wet. She looked at herself in the mirror with misty eyes and smiled gently.
The man on the bed had never fallen asleep. When she turned around, he opened his eyes. When she leaned over to kiss him, he wanted to hold her head and kiss her without any scruples. He stopped the thought in his mind. He was not afraid of waiting. He still had a long life. Waiting for her to take the initiative to kiss him, waiting for the day she was willing.
He closed his eyes tiredly and turned over.
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