On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Shi Xixi just went downstairs for a formality. Not long after Chi Yubai and Chen Qian sat in a row and finished their dinner, she came back.

After a few brief greetings, she left with Chi Yubai, who was already beginning to feel drowsy.

Shortly after the mother and son left, several people who had gone downstairs also returned to the box one after another.

Zhongyi and Ikemu were still in the same state as when they came downstairs, looking fine.

But Chi Yuxing and Wu Zhefan were very different. They supported each other when they came back, and all the previous estrangements and grudges were thrown behind their minds. Their steps were slightly shaky, and the smell of alcohol permeated their faces, with faint red clouds.

"What's going on?" Chen Qian couldn't help but feel confused.

Although Chi Yuxing is the kind of person who is eccentric and nothing he does is surprising, Wu Zhefan is a person who rarely loses his composure like this.

Chi Mu looked at the two men standing close together, stumbling every two steps, feeling quite helpless. He said, "It was just a formality, but for some reason they suddenly started a drinking contest, and it ended up like this."

As they were talking, the two of them suddenly fell down in front of the sofa, looking exhausted, and almost accidentally hurt Chen Qian, who was at a loss beside them.

The two were still conscious, but they had lost some control over their bodies for a while, which made them look a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing, actually. It will be fine after a while." Chi Yuxing straightened his wrinkled hem and adjusted his sitting position.

Seeing that he was still unwilling to admit defeat, Wu Zhefan sat up straight, held his head high, and said, "I'm fine too. Xiao Qian, you're so bored up there alone, do you want me to have a couple of drinks with you?"

"No thanks." Chen Qian shook his head and refused, "You should take a rest. I'll ask someone to bring some tea."

Then he stood up and went out to ask the waiter waiting at the end of the corridor to bring him a pot of hot tea to help sober him up.

It took less than two minutes for Chen Qian to go out and come back to the house, but when he came back, he found that the situation in the house was completely different from when he went out.

Originally, there were only five people including him, and the private room seemed a little empty. But now, it was filled with people and it was so crowded that Chen Qian almost thought he had walked into the wrong room and entered the wrong door.

But when he looked up to confirm the room number, it was indeed the number he remembered.

"Hey - Xiao Qian!" Just when he wanted to leave first, a middle-aged man in the box walked towards him with a wine glass, squinted his eyes at him with joy, and shouted happily.

It turned out to be an editor at a publishing house.

Chen Qian was stunned for a moment before he replied, "Brother Wen, why are you here?"

"We were just passing by," the editor laughed out loud, his face heavy with intoxication. "I saw Zhong Yi and came in to say hello."

Chen Qian then remembered that he probably didn't close the door when he left, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"But since you're here, why not have a few more drinks?" He easily exposed the other party's little trick.

The editor has a bad liver, but loves drinking.

He had a wife and daughter at home to look after him, so he was always greedy all year round. Whenever he found an excuse, he would act like this, making it seem like he couldn't refuse.

"Xiao Qian, that's why I said we met too late. You know me too well." The editor laughed out loud.

He reached behind his back with his empty hand, and when he raised his hand in front of Chen Qian again, there was a glass of champagne with small bubbles.

"Cheers! Cheers!" He stuffed the wine glass into Chen Qian's hand and clinked his own glass over.

Chen Qian couldn't refuse, so he tilted his head back and took a sip.

Then the editor grabbed his wrist and led him into the crowd. The glass in his hand was empty and then full. The wine was like the neon lights at the festival, yellow and red, and there was hardly a moment of rest.

Half an hour later, the people in the box gradually dispersed. Chen Qian accompanied Zhong Yi in a daze and said goodbye to the editor who was stammering with a lisp at the door.

"Next time, next time, let's drink together!" The editor was supported by the people from the publishing house on both sides and waved at Chen Qian.

"Well, take your time." Chen Qianqiang held on to his thoughts.

After watching the other party leave, Chen Qian relaxed a little, took an unsteady step back, and was firmly carried away from the banquet hall by someone.

Half asleep and half awake, Chen Qian himself could not distinguish between reality and illusion.

He saw four boys in school uniforms walking on a path lined with lush trees.

Looking more closely, it turned out to be my junior high school self following Chen Tian. A little further away stood Wu Zhefan, who was chatting and laughing with Chen Tian, ​​and Chi Mu, who had an expressionless face.

The school uniforms for middle and high school were very different: one was the Hengshui style, the other the British. So, as a small person, wearing a different uniform, standing next to the three of them in their shirts, ties, and suit pants, I looked quite out of place.

Chen Qian had a very unforgettable memory of this scene. He clearly remembered it as the end of spring in his third year of junior high, when it was almost time to change into summer uniforms, and also when the other three were about to take the college entrance exams.

Sure enough, when I followed the footsteps of several people on this road and rolled forward halfway like a film, a girl wearing a high school uniform appeared in the middle of the road. The well-fitting blazer and the right-length plaid skirt made her look particularly young and energetic.

Chen Qian also remembered her—the school beauty in the high school department that his male classmates always liked to mention.

But before she stopped them on the road that time, Chen Qian had never seen her before. It was only after seeing her that he realized that the title of school belle was not an empty title.

Chen Qian's perspective was very high, almost on the top of the tree, so he couldn't hear what the people on the ground were talking about, but his memory was very clear, repeatedly playing the clip of the girl smiling sweetly, blushing, and saying "Chi Mu, can you accept this letter?"

It was a pink letter with a lovely hand-painted heart on it. The sweet scent of the delicate spray drifted from her palm into Chen Qian's nostrils on the breeze.

That was the first time Chen Qian realized that a few pieces of thin paper could carry the heavy yet light girl's thoughts.