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Song Limian sat at the wine table, looking around at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, but there was no familiar figure in sight, he couldn't tell if he was relieved or discouraged.

After a while, all the memories of youth faded away. After a certain point of time, many people's eyebrows and eyes no longer changed much, and their age was exposed only by the creases at the corners of their eyes and the temperature of their eyes.

Song Limian drank secretly, picked up a piece of chopsticks and placed the dishes at the bottom, and gradually utilitarian topics made him uncomfortable, but he was always used to concealing his restraint, so he smiled flawlessly.

Someone staggered around and came to clink glasses. Song Limian couldn't remember the name of the other party. When he got up to fill the wine for the other party, he rolled up the two-folded cuffs exquisitely and obediently, accidentally stained with the smell of wine.

He paused occasionally to reminisce about the past, probably he was mistaken, the slovenly man in front of him smiled quite happily, and praised Song Limian for his good memory.

Song Limian laughed with him, the two glasses knocked together, and after sipping, there was a lip-shaped white mist around the rim of the glass, which disappeared after a while.

The hot taste made Song Limian not very happy, but his good self-cultivation forced him to maintain an elegant facial expression. Unexpectedly, the other party got drunk, put one hand on Song Limian's shoulder, and insisted on complaining that Song Limian was not mean enough.

He had no choice but to endure the discomfort, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The scorching alcohol slid down the throat, like a huge palm clenched to the stomach, and a familiar throbbing pain rose from the forehead.

Song Limian often forgets things these days, took a bath several times and fell into a coma, and when he woke up again, the morning light had already slipped over the treetops.

When Chuchu woke up, he would have a splitting headache for a while, and he would recover after a while. Song Limian tried to push through the thick fog and search for veins, but all of them failed.

He also tentatively asked Tong Ming, because it happened that the other party was a guest at home in those two days, but Tong Ming always blinked his eyes that were too clear, saying that he went to bed early and didn't know.

Song Limian had no symptoms other than amnesia, and there was no shortage of items at home, and Tong Ming had no motive for plotting any wrongdoing, so he could only make a rough judgment that he was too tired.

"It will be like this after a certain age," Tong Ming comforted, "The memory will get worse."

Song Limian thought for a long time to no avail, so he simply didn't force his hippocampus.

After a round of drinking, everyone moved the bowls and chopsticks anyway. Song Limian didn't need to eat in a sneaky way anymore, so he skillfully replaced the white wine with cold boiled water.

If it weren't for the crowd, Song Limian, an old man with memory loss, even wanted to stuff a few goji berries into the cup.

After drinking for three rounds, Song Limian drank beer after drinking white wine, mixed with a lot of cold boiled water, it was okay at first, but when the sun went down, the alcohol smelled all the way to Tianlinggai.

His belly was distended and his stomach was not very comfortable, so he pressed it lightly under the table.

The old classmate on the left was already drunk and murmured an unclear name in his sleep, and he didn't know who he liked.

Song Limian didn't look good when he drank, and he always kept a gentle smile, so no one noticed that he was overwhelmed by alcohol.

An old classmate in a neat suit and his family members finally came to Song Limian's turn. Song Limian sighed indistinctly.

He smiled and said the belated "Happy Newlyweds".

"It's not new anymore, we've been married for more than half a year." The old classmate rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly, and then grabbed his wife's left hand with a smile on his face. You, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." Song Limian smiled nonchalantly.

He wanted to say that among these old classmates, you were not the only one who didn't invite me. Everyone went their separate ways. Now that things are changing, it's a blessing to be able to find time to get together.

In a daze, he recalled another pair of newlyweds who had just married, and couldn't help but wander off.

This time, he drank a lot more vigorously, but at least he restrained his words and deeds, and didn't say anything unnecessary.

Since the pause between Song Limian's words was very short, no one noticed that his thoughts slowed down.

He filled his wine glass, stared at the talented and beautiful couple opposite him, and said, "Whether a marriage is new or not has nothing to do with time. True love has no shelf life."

The old classmate's wife laughed shyly when she heard the sound. The old classmate hugged her shoulders, with stars shining in his eyes, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still so artistic."

Song Limian drank the excess alcohol, waved his hand and said, "People who have nothing to do on weekdays must have more emotions than anyone else."

"It's been more hypocritical recently," he said jokingly, "forgive me."

Song Limian is good at speaking affectionate words. This is a skill that the classmates discovered by asking him to write a graduation message. Unfortunately, there is no time to boast a few words, and they should all get drunk.

Everyone guesses that Song Limian has a good personality, good looks, and exciting skills. He must have enjoyed true love. No one knows that Song Limian has not only never met an emotion that lasts forever, but also often fails to encounter goodwill with a long shelf life.

Whenever he thought someone was really nice to him, he would find out after a while that that person had other purposes.

But there is no way, Song Limian must force himself to be kind.

In order to avoid being cynical, Song Limian had to get used to giving without expecting anything in return. After all, giving is a controllable process, much freer than a beggar who waits for others to pity him.

When the moonlight first shines, the old people take off their coats in the warm and elegant room, their cheeks turn red from drinking, and tears come from the corners of their eyes when chatting.

But, after getting out of this room and sleeping all night, how can I remember who is who.

The students quarreled enthusiastically, left contact information with each other, and set a camping date in the near future.

But who is willing to continue to communicate after waking up, no one can tell.

When his buttocks were seated, Song Limian put his erratic arms on the edge of the table, squeezed his limp palms, and realized that he was really drunk.

It is easy to be hypocritical when a person is drunk, especially in this kind of out-of-the-box atmosphere where there is alcohol and drunk now, it is inevitable to think of some things that you can't let go of.

He silently looked around, but the person who made him irritable all night and was determined to come to him did not appear.

It was as if when youth passed, Song Limian's previous scars seemed insignificant. The people who had been beating around the bush in the chat box before didn't mention it. Once drunk, other people's stories have nothing to do with them.

Among the parties involved, only the victim is still brooding.

Song Limian wrapped the shrimp shells in paper, threw them all into an empty plate, and tapped the table with his index finger.

He remembered that the other party was a punctual person, and it was said that he had never been absent from the previous class reunion. However, today, people in the private room gradually left, and the waiter removed a pile of incomplete dishes and replaced them with fruit after the meal. The cool and delicious watermelon was quickly looted.

In order to stabilize his figure and not reveal his drunkenness, Song Limian deliberately slowed down and only got one piece of orange.

——Perhaps because he heard that he was coming, that person broke the appointment.

Song Limian thought affectionately, chewing with his lips and teeth, the sour taste instantly stimulated the taste buds to secrete saliva, he chewed the orange until it tasted tasteless before swallowing it, suddenly felt that it was meaningless.

There was an overwhelming discomfort in his stomach, and Song Limian couldn't feel comfortable opening his collar in the closed and hot environment. He unbuttoned another button, bowed his head and thought of Tong Ming inexplicably.

Thinking of the dark room, the opponent harbored great malice towards Juzi.

Thinking of the visual impact that the other party brought him under the bathroom light, which was more stimulating than the smell of oranges.

Think of the other party's aesthetically pleasing face, the soft waistline, the quiet dependence, and the attitude that has not changed after learning of Song Limian's sexual orientation.

Recently, because Song Limian couldn't get over the hurdles in his heart, he avoided Tong Ming most of the time, so that the frequency of Tong Ming's calls to ask questions was also decreasing day by day.

Especially in the first two days, when Song Limian inadvertently told Tong Ming that he was about to attend the class reunion, the people on the phone visibly chilled down.

In the following time, Tong Ming's attitude was inexplicably alienated, and he found a lame reason to hang up Song Limian's call. Song Limian held the beeping mobile phone with his lips stretched straight.

After he informed the other party of his sexual orientation, he had already guessed that such a day would come.

So today, when he was preparing his clothes for class reunion at home, when he was fully dressed and looking in the mirror, he said to himself in the mirror with a light expression, forget it.

Just an ordinary friend with a close eye.

Stars hung slowly in the sky outside the glass window, Song Limian's face was heated by the airflow, but it didn't turn red.

He stared at the two old classmates who couldn't name their full names who were addicted to wine competition, and easily overturned his own words during the day.

Yes, just ordinary friends.

Why do you care if your sexual orientation is different?

He didn't force him to fall in love with himself.

Under the influence of alcohol, once Song Limian remembered something, he would be like an old-fashioned computer infected with a virus, unable to stop the ding-dong pop-up window at all.

What he thinks of must be executed immediately, and the person who thinks of him must be contacted immediately.

The person who was invited but broke the appointment should already be in his arms, so he has no time to estimate Song Limian's complicated mood.

His upbringing prevented him from intrusive behavior, and he couldn't take small revenge on people in a way that made people upset.

Fortunately, Tong Ming's social circle, which has made him quite worried recently, is so narrow that only Song Limian is left for the time being.

Song Limian has many friends, familiar ones are distant, old and dead friends, all kinds of friends don't match each other, but they all have overlapping characteristics.

Only Tong Ming was different, Song Limian couldn't tell exactly what was different, maybe it was because other people didn't live in a mess like Tong Ming, and Song Limian didn't need to spend too much energy to take care of him.

Song Limian has no living relatives, and he doesn't mind coming out to every familiar friend. Some people are afraid of him and leave him. It's not that Song Limian doesn't care, it's just that he can't help it.

But this time, Tong Ming's estrangement made him extremely anxious.

Song Limian is not a child, so he will not casually define this as liking, or even love.

Over the years, he has carried many scars, rescued drowning people, funded desperate dreamers, and encouraged hopeless teenagers.

Many people expressed their gratitude to him with trepidation, and many people accepted the gift with peace of mind.

If you have to say it, Tong Ming prefers the latter.

But Song Limian always felt that Tong Ming's frank acceptance was not because he was ungrateful, but because he understood what Song Limian needed.

So he took what Song Limian gave and delivered what Song Limian wanted.

Song Limian doesn't need thanks, he doesn't care about rewards, what he pursues is just a feeling of "being needed".

During a certain period of unhappy days, in order to release his excess love and desire for protection, he went to a pet store and bought a black cat.

He entrusted his excess emotions to the little pets in exchange for inner peace.

Until the black cat passed away, he didn't have the energy to raise a new one, so for a long time, he couldn't get rid of negative emotions, went to the bar to get drunk a few times, and even took home absurdly drunk, and Bai Yue looks a lot like someone.

When he realized that the other party was overly enthusiastic and wanted to have a cannonball with him in an almost sacrificial gesture, he suddenly realized how ridiculous he was.

This chaotic state of life lasted for a long time, until he met Tong Ming one day.

To put it meanly, perhaps it was because Tong Ming's life seemed messier than his, so that Song Limian suddenly felt that he was living a pretty good life while saving the other party.

Taking advantage of the strength of wine, Song Limian first opened WeChat, approved the friend requests of his old classmates one by one, then poked open the cat face profile picture squeezed into a round cake by the camera, and slid his thumb to send a message.

Song Limian: I'm drunk.

Song Limian: I think of you.

The screen changed from light to dark, Song Limian threw the phone aside, raised his head and poured the last sip of cold beer in front of him, and then stood up to bid farewell to everyone.

The classmates who were familiar with Song Limian had already left the table, and the remaining few were all elites who had been in the officialdom for a long time. They toasted generously and built relationships with their old classmates who got along well.

Not many people knew about Song Limian's family background, and the rest only thought that he was a vagrant who lived on the legacy left by his predecessors and waited to die, so they didn't pay much attention to him.

Song Limian nodded politely, and turned away with steady steps, with no trace of drunkenness visible from his back.