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Wen Ru brought bad news to Shu Zhao: Mr. Song came to him from Taiwan.

The person Shu Zhao doesn't want to see the most in this world is this Mr. Song, he is like Shu Zhao's ugliest mirror, seeing him makes Shu Zhao feel disgusted.

"Who told him I'm here?" Shu Zhao rubbed his throbbing temples.

Wen Ru walked behind him and slapped his hands off, massaging him and saying:

"There are so many people in 'Colorful Purple and Red', who doesn't know that your uncle is now out to be a mother in KTV? The surname Song is determined to find you, and anyone who can't spend a few hundred yuan will tell him in a hurry." He paused , the movement of the hands also stopped,

"What are you afraid of? You are no longer that poor and white boy with yellow hair. Is it possible that he can still threaten you with money? Even if he has money, if he comes back to you this time, he will have to take off his skin. Don't worry. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Fengfeng to find two people who suit him and replace you, so I won't let him haunt you."

Shu Zhao sighed repressedly, broke away from Wen Ru's hand and stood up to smoke. He put the cigarette in his mouth and tried to light it up, but it failed after a few strokes.Frustrated, he bent down and supported the edge of the table with both hands, and it took him a long time to say in a low voice:

"I really don't want to see him. As soon as I see him, I think of that night..." His eyes were vacant, with a remote and painful expression.

Back then when he knelt in front of Mr. Song and begged him to lend him money, the two wads of money were in Mr. Song's hand, and his eyes made Shu Zhao's hair stand on end in the dark room.

Shu Zhao covered his eyes with his hands, "I would rather be beaten to death by Gong that night. Why do you think we were so stupid at the beginning? Really thought that there is a free lunch in this world and a savior!"

Wen Ru walked up to him and hugged him gently, and said melancholy: "Azhao, it's no big deal, we're all here, everything will be fine."

Shu Zhao put down her hands and laughed at herself, "Go back, I can handle it by myself. It's okay, it's just that I felt a little uncomfortable just now."

Wen Ruding stared at him, and slowly held his face with his hands and looked at it carefully for a while, his big eyes reflected some kind of heavy pain.Then he tiptoed and kissed Shu Zhao's lips,

"If you don't want to see him, then don't see him. If you are short of money, let's find a way together and not serve him."

Shu Zhao's eyes were reddened by him, and he nodded in relief, "Don't worry."

On the way to the door of the private room, Shu Zhao tried his best to adjust his expression and mentality. He pushed the door open with resentment and uneasiness, and Mr. Song sat alone on the side of the sofa in the empty private room.

He was surprised by Shu Zhao's bald head and stared at him until Shu Zhao walked up to him and shouted with a smile: "Mr. Song, hello."

There are two deep wrinkles at the end of Mr. Song's eyes that extend to the hairline. His once lush black hair has only been shaved a bit, showing a little bit of gray. His mean lips are tightly pressed, and his nose is aquiline. , his face should be serious and rigid, but his clothes and demeanor reveal the intimacy and kindness of an elder.

"Azhao, you are more outstanding than before."

Shu Zhao smiled softly, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your compliment. You booked a big box, but we have some space, so I'll arrange a few younger girls for you."

As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to go out, but Mr. Song grabbed him, looked up at him from the sofa and said, "I just want you to talk to me."

Shu Zhao turned his wrist away from his hand, "Then order some bars, how boring just chatting like this."

Mr. Song nodded hesitantly, Shu Zhao ordered seven bottles of Chivas Regal in one go, and called Shen Chacha to come in to serve.

Mr. Song was a little dissatisfied with the addition of strangers, Shu Zhao said directly to Shen Chacha: "Go, get ten glasses and fill them up with ice cubes."

Shen Chacha set ten glasses in front of him one by one according to his instructions. Shu Zhao picked up the first glass of wine and raised it to Mr. Song at the other end of the coffee table:

"It's been a long time since I saw you, and I can't speak. What I want to say and what I haven't said are all in the wine. I respect you."

He nodded slightly, raised his head and finished the glass.Then he put down the cup and picked up the second cup, repeating the movement like a factory assembly line operation, and drank three cups in a row. Mr. Song thought it was almost done, but when he was about to speak, he saw that Shu Zhao kept moving, and did it for two more consecutive times. cup.

"Azhao," he moved his buttocks on the sofa, but he didn't try to stop him, and said, "Don't drink too much, as long as you're on your mind."

Shu Zhao's lips were translucently stained by the wine, his eyes were slightly closed and the corners of his mouth were bent, and he said: "Don't worry, I will never forget your cultivation of me, Shu Zhao will never forget it, and nothing can repay you, only this little amount of drinking can be done in front of you." Fill the scene and open your eyes."

He drank up the row of wine without changing his face, and then said to Shen Chacha: "Fill it up."

Not to mention that Mr. Song, who was not familiar with him, had never seen his life-defying posture, even Shen Chacha, who had seen his drinking capacity, was shocked.

KTV glasses have a large capacity for consumption. A small bottle of beer is almost half full when the glass is full. Shu Zhao drank these ten glasses, and the seven bottles of Chivas Regal directly wiped out two and a half bottles.

But he still acted like a normal person who should talk and smile. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Mr. Song finally couldn't help standing up from the sofa and walking to him, and gave him a weak tug.

"Sit down, drink the wine later, I have something to tell you."

Shu Zhao squinted at him, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth made Mr. Song frown.

"Let me express my feelings first, don't worry, I will be awake and will not delay your work."

Hearing this, Shen Chacha felt a little strange, so he secretly sent a wechat message to his aunt on the karaoke station: Shushu seems to be in trouble, this man has evil intentions, what should I do?

As soon as Shu Zhao finished the ten cups, Xu Biao came in.

"Hey, why didn't this gentleman call you little girl? What's the point of just drinking with Xiaozhao? Let me call you some on the road, okay?"

Mr. Song waved his hands again and again to say no, but as soon as Xu Biao pushed the door open, more than a dozen young girls stood in a row in front of him, bowed and said good evening, sir.

Mr. Song looked at Shu Zhao, who was standing aside with an unclear expression, and pleaded in his tone: "Azhao, I really have something important to tell you."

Shu Zhao twirled a wine glass, paused for a moment and waved: "You all go out."

Shen Chacha still stayed behind the karaoke stand, Mr. Song was already a little impatient,

"You go out too."

Shen Chacha looked at Shu Zhao, and retreated out of the box after seeing him nodding.As soon as I came out, I ran to the locker room, and shouted in the corridor:

"Auntie, auntie?"

The aunt was dawdling in the dressing room, and she raised her voice and replied, "Here."

Shen Chacha ran out of breath, and hurriedly said after entering the door: "My mother, I drank four bottles of foreign wine in 5 minutes, and I don't drink like this if I have a good capacity for alcohol? This is desperate!"

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Shu Zhao sat beside Mr. Song, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed him a cigarette. Mr. Song said:

"Quit early. You quit early too. It's not good for your health."

Shu Zhao smiled, and put a root in his mouth, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Mr. Song took out two stacks of documents from his handbag, "This is my house in Tainan, a two-story western-style building, and I plan to transfer it to you."

Seeing that Shu Zhao was indifferent, he turned the page and said to him, "If you don't want to go to Taiwan, I also have an apartment in Shanghai. How about we go to Shanghai?"

Shu Zhao exhaled smoke, tilted her head to look at him and asked, "Just tell me, what exactly do you want to come to me?"

Mr. Song was silent for a while, then pulled out another file and handed it to him, "I went to the hospital for an examination a few days ago, and my lung cancer is in the advanced stage. Chemotherapy may prolong my life for a few days, but my mobility is basically lost, and I don't want to be treated. I just want to... Can someone accompany me when I leave, Ah Zhao, can you accompany me? It won’t be too much

For a long time, several months at most. "

Shu Zhao's smoking expression has a vicissitudes of life, but his too young face softens the vicissitudes, and the rest is only aloof indifference.

"Mr. Song," he smiled cruelly, and without looking at him, stared at the drifting smoke and said, "I am very grateful to you, you taught me the most important lesson in my life - to gain something , must be paid first.

And this giving does not mean that you can give whatever you want, it depends on what others want, and you can get what you want if you can give what they want; if you can’t give it, or you can give it to others to see It's worthless, even if the thing you paid is your life, it's useless.The so-called equivalent exchange has always been based on the price of the strong, and the weak are not qualified to negotiate terms. "

The temperature in Mr. Song's eyes suddenly cooled down, "Then who do you think we are now, who is the strong and who is the weak?"

Shu Zhao leaned over to snuff out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said indifferently, "Of course you are a strong man. I, Shu Zhao, am poor and have nothing. I don't have any conditions. How can we talk about it? There is no way to talk about it."

Mr. Song thought about it carefully, and laughed half-heartedly, "You are more mature than before. You never said such things before. If you want to refuse, just refuse. Yes, you don't ask for anything now. On the surface, you are By lifting me, you're actually trying to tell me you're worthless, because you're not going to put yourself in exchange for me."

"Mr. Song, since we've made it clear, I won't disturb your entertainment. I'll go out and ask my little sister to come in."

"Azhao!" Mr. Song stopped him again, "You really don't want to accompany me?"

Shu Zhao smiled lightly and shook his head.

"Then have a drink with me, and sit with me a little longer."

Shu Zhao poured a glass of wine and handed it over, and Mr. Song said decisively, "Cheers."

Shu Zhao picked up a whole bottle of Chivas Regal, blowing the bottle without even changing the gas.

Mr. Song praised his drink capacity, and Shu Zhao took another bottle, and filled his belly full of cold liquid into his fiery eyes full of envy and admiration.

It wasn't until the last half bottle was left that he stopped this desperate drinking method, poured Mr. Song half a glass, and gently placed it in front of him.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Song's lifeless body and face that seemed to have aged suddenly. Yes, even if he sat with him for a while, Shu Zhao would not be willing. He would rather drink to death than chat and laugh with him. sip.

The stomach full of penetrating intestines seemed to be swaying in his stomach with his steps, his hands and feet were cold and his abdomen was burning, but his mind became more and more clear.He walked through the brightly lit corridor filled with all kinds of sounds, and came to the bathroom at the end to stare at his face.

When he squinted, the person in the mirror also squinted, and when he frowned, the person in the mirror also frowned, but he felt that this person was so strange.

Is he good looking?Is it just a bloodless and cold skin, worthy of so many people's admiration, calculation, or even madness?

Everyone in the world says that everyone has a love for beauty, but they don't ask whether beauty loves the world or not.

He thought of the year when he first came to Wuxing, of the things he had done, of the deeds done by those humble and dirty maggots in the gutter to make a living, of the insults, jealousy, and all kinds of behaviors that made him sick... ...but it was himself who disgusted him the most, not others.

At this moment, he desperately hoped to knock himself out, but the alcohol did not bring any shock and drag to his thinking.

Not getting drunk after a thousand cups is simply a joke.

The night before, Mo Nong heard Shen Chacha say that Shu Zhao was drinking with his life. He didn't know how good Shu Zhao's drinking capacity was, but he had never seen a person blowing two bottles of foreign wine in a row.

When he was shopping for dinner, he bought porridge by chance, wondering if he could eat it or not, but he couldn't help turning a corner on Shu Zhao in his mind.

As a result, as soon as he stepped up the stairs leading to the dressing room corridor, he saw Shu Zhao lying on the row of desks by the window. He was still wearing yesterday's gray shirt. wine bottle,

He picked up the bottle and saw that it was Erguotou with a temperature of 53 degrees, and he drank it until there was not a drop left. Did he really want to drink himself to death?

Mo Nong looked at the people on the table uncertainly, and saw that Shu Zhao covered half of his face with one hand, and could only see his straight and thin bridge of nose and smiling lips, his skin was too pale, He is thin, so why does he feel a little lifeless.

"Huh? Shu Zhao, wake up?"

Shu Zhao moved his hand away, his eyes were clear, "What are you doing?"

His attitude was not good either, with an expressionless face and an unpopular look.

Mo Nong was secretly angry, but shook the bag in his hand: "Congee, do you want to drink?"

Shu Zhao simply covered her face and turned her head away, "Don't drink."

Mo Nong frowned, and patted his arm with the back of his hand, "Get up, go to bed after you finish the porridge."

Shu Zhao said impatiently, "Why are you so annoying? You didn't buy it for me, so I won't drink it."

"I bought it for you," Mo Nong threw the porridge to his face, "Auntie said you didn't go back last night, so she asked me to come and see you earlier."

Shu Zhao breathed out, "What the hell!"

He jumped off the table and pulled over the wooden chair without going to Mo Nong's dressing room, the boss reluctantly opened the lid and started to eat.

Mo Nong went to the dressing room, opened the door and ventilated the air conditioner, and just took two bites when he heard Shu Zhao vomit in the corridor.He put down his chopsticks and looked in the corridor, and sure enough, he saw Shu Zhao bent over a trash can, retching all the time, but couldn't spit out anything.

He walked over to let Shu Zhao rub his back, Shu Zhao vomited for a while, then straightened up and slumped on the back of the chair, his pale face covered with cold sweat in the sun.

"feelling better?"

Shu Zhao closed his eyes tiredly, and said weakly: "Leave me alone, it will be fine later."

Mo Nong, however, stood beside him and did not leave. He waited for 2 minutes by pinching his watch, and then started urging him again.

"Eat something more, I have fast food, do you want some cold salad?"

Shu Zhao opened his eyelids and looked at him sickly, sat up as if resigned to his fate, and pulled the porridge to him.

Seeing him eating as if he was eating porridge, his brows were tightly frowned as if he was enduring torture, he vomited after two mouthfuls, and pushed the porridge away after eating less than half a bowl,

"I can't, I really can't eat it. Is your porridge spoiled? The preserved egg smells bad."

Mo Nong simply picked out all the preserved eggs with a spoon and threw them away, then put the bowl in front of him heavily,

"eat."

Shu Zhao sighed: "You are more annoying than my mother."

He endured the nausea with great perseverance and finished the porridge, not to mention feeling better.He took out the cigarette, and was stopped by Mo Nong's mother again,

"Pick it later."

Shu Zhao was really convinced this time, the two stood and sat in silence, after a while, Mo Nong still asked with an empty wine bottle:

"What happened to you? Drinking so much, is it useful?"

"Drink so much because it's useless." He laughed at himself and said, "From drinking last night to this morning, I'm still not drunk. Do you think it's useful or not?"

"Why?" Mo Nong looked at him and asked, "Pursuing confusion?"

This time Shu Zhao laughed from the bottom of his heart: "What should I do if I can't get lost?"

Mo Nong pouted, "I don't know, I usually don't pursue confusion, but only excitement."

Shu Zhao suddenly became interested, "How to pursue? How exciting?"

Mo Nong stared at his shining eyes, and smiled after a while,

"Do you dare to come with me at night? I will let you experience what speed and passion are."

The author has something to say: another chapter will be updated at [-]:[-] p.m., because it is said that the click-through rate will be higher at night.It is said, according to who said... I don't know.