vision of dawn

At midnight in G City, the hour, minute, and second hands overlap.

"Mr. Xi...don't drink." The boy lay on his lap, his eyes were timid, and he hesitated to stop him, but he didn't dare.

Xi Wenbai looked at the various foreign wines and shots lined up in front of him, and picked the most fancy one, lit the fire, took a deep breath, and then vomited in the trash can.

"Mr. Xi..." The boy looked like he was about to cry, and begged with tears in his eyes, "I don't want my commission, I don't want my commission, please, please, please stop drinking!"

"Oh..." Xi Wenbai spat out the mouthwash and straightened up.He had just landed in G City from Pennsylvania, he was jet-lagged, and now he was not sleepy but drunk, the boy hurriedly stepped forward to help him, Xi Wenbo shook his head, and broke away gently.

The little salesman outside the nightclub box had never seen him like this, and whispered behind the boy, "He was so drunk, the bill—"

"It's on Xi's ledger, and his secretary will clear it out at the end of the month."

After [-]:[-] midnight, the atmosphere of the outfield reached its peak. Someone on both sides of the dance floor fired dry ice and colored paper at the dancing monsters below with cannons. shoulders.

The drunken Xi Wenbai had a decadent and extravagant air, and was expected to become the uncrowned owner of this super nightclub. The 36D and 42 yards in front and behind the booths moved out of the corner of their eyes in frenzy, and gave way one after another.

The boy accompanied him to the door sensibly, "Mr. Xi, your driver—"

He looked around the constantly opening and closing gate, but did not find Xi Wenbo's arrogant Rolls Royce.

Xi Wenbai kept silent and stared at the steps with his head down. His hair was messy and his eyelashes were long. When he was drunk and silent, he looked very obedient and stubborn.The boy had no choice but to wave for a bright yellow taxi, and then deftly rounded up the 1.8-meter-five man around him and stuffed him into the back seat.

"Mr. Xi, I'll take you home." The boy gestured to open the front door of the car, and the word "No" was quickly heard from the back seat, which was decisive and could not be refuted.

"...Okay then." The boy pouted slightly disappointed, and finally closed the door wisely, hung it on the car window and told the driver, "Master, please send him here."

After thinking for a while, he took out two more tips from the stack of tips Xi Wenbo gave him, and threw them on the front seat.

"Wow - what happened to you Mr. Xi?" The little salesman hooked the boy's neck and whistled in the direction of the taxi, "Your box is so drunk, the cleaning lady has gone Three, three! What's the matter with him?"

"I don't know, Mr. Xi rarely mentions these things."

"According to my many years of experience, there are two reasons why such an elite man can get drunk late at night and feel like a funeral..." The small salesman backhanded, pretending to be old-fashioned, "The company collapsed and his wife ran away."

"Performance is gone." The supervisor appeared out of nowhere, pressed his head down with one hand, and said viciously, "I haven't been here for long, you're really a motherfucker, talking about customers behind your back? Do you know where this is? Come here!" Who are they? Once again, get out without discussion!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The taxi drove out of the midnight skin and meat business gathering circle, the lights gradually faded, the driver drove steadily, turned his head to look at the man in the rearview mirror, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"...Migu."

"What?" The driver tilted the steering wheel and asked loudly if he could speak more clearly.

The spirits came back, and Xi Wenbai curled up in the back seat uncomfortably, trying not to let the leather shoes lean against the seat—even though they were always clean and shiny.

"Mi, light."

"Miguang, Mingguang? Mingguang, right? Mingguang New Village!" The driver patted the steering wheel, shocked by his professionalism.

The latter responded vaguely, followed by a long silence.

From the third ring road to the thirteenth ring road, the driver drove for more than an hour.

In Mingguang New Village, he couldn't help glancing at the rearview mirror again, good guy, it's rare to find a big boss who is diligent and thrifty.

When the night wind blew, Xi Wenbai woke up three minutes from the wine, changed his posture and continued to have a headache with his head propped up.

"Boss, we're here, do you want to drive in?"

Hearing the sound of the boss, Xi Wenbo was in a daze for more than ten seconds, staring at the dark door opening in the community in a daze, then moved, got out of the car, closed the door and searched for the building in one go, and swayed the wall up to the third floor of the resettlement house.

As if driven by the evil words of the poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden, Xi Wenbai didn't know what he wanted to do, he raised his hand from memory, and familiarly felt a metal key and a finger dust from the door frame, and opened the door with a "squeak" .

There was no one in the room, and the lights were not turned on, so it was dark and silent.

"I am back."

After closing the door and locking the key, Xi Wenbo almost escaped from Mingguang New Village in a panic.

The wine woke up in an instant, and the hand that pressed the phone was still trembling, Xi Wenbai tried to steady himself, took a deep breath, "Miss Xiaoxuan... come and pick me up."

The assistant Lin Xuan woke up from his fright, her sleepy voice raised an octave, "Mr. Xi, have you returned to China?! What's the matter, what's the matter, where are you?"

"There's no one at home..." Xi Wenbai answered with a bit of a tongue, and sat on the road sill with his knees crossed, throwing a tantrum like a child, "Come pick me up quickly."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, "Understood, Mr. Xi, wait for me where you are."

"Not here."

"...Then you, uh, take a short walk? Don't walk too far." Lin Xuan had no choice but to pick up the car keys and hurried downstairs.

There was no one on the street, and a few rows of thin grimace flowers were planted on the side of the asphalt road. Next to the small three-color flowers, there was Xi Wenbai, who was walking endlessly along the road.

The tie had been loosened when he was kissing the boy, but he still felt suffocated, and the more he walked, the more stuffy he was. He simply took off the entire suit jacket and put it on his hand, and then pulled out the shirt hem from the belt, as if he could only tidy himself up. It must be the same as this chaotic midnight, and the depression that has been lingering in his chest will be slightly relieved.

He watched his shadow elongated by the street lamps change from long to short, and then from short to long.

A black Volvo drove up without a sound, and accompanied him to load the entire street at a slow speed, and then Lin Xuan rolled down the window to call for him, and opened the door for him.

Xi Wenbai fell into the back seat, smelling of alcohol and walked around to the driver's seat. Lin Xuan frowned, reversed the car, and turned to the direction of the city center.

"Mr. Xi, at least talk to me next time you go drinking, it's too sudden." Lin Xuan paused, "The same goes for landing in G City."

"Hmm..." Xi Wenbai rested with his eyes closed, his face full of exhaustion.

At four o'clock in the morning, when Xi Wenbai finally fell asleep on his two and a half meter big bed, Liao Liming stepped into room 302.

Just as he was about to enter the door, he noticed something strange in the light of dawn.

——The right slipper placed in the entrance is three inches off.

"...Ah, you're here?" Liao Liming suppressed his excitement, didn't bother to take off his shoes, and rushed to the bedroom, "Where are you?"

He scratched the door of the bathroom and poked his head, "Don't hide, I found out you're cheating."

There was no one in the storage room either.

"It's rare for you to be so quiet when you come back." Liao Liming whispered.

Did you go to the balcony to smoke?Liao Liming took three steps and made two steps, walking around in the cramped [-]-square-meter small apartment.

"...Boss, you must have come back. My observations and inferences are not wrong. You just left later." Liao Liming came to the final conclusion, feeling a little lost, and sat on the soft leather sofa with his hips crossed for a long time. stay.

"The boss is too much."