When I woke up I was married

After Yan Shu and Song Zhilin had their meal, it was exactly two o'clock in the noon. The sun hung high in the sky, exuding unbearable heat. It swayed a few times with the breeze rustling, and drooped the branches like a lack of energy.

The air conditioner was turned on in the restaurant, maintaining a suitable temperature. They were sitting by the window, and there was some sunshine, but it was completely blocked by the lace curtains.

Song Zhilin drank some wine but was still very sober. She got into Yan Shu's car and sat in the passenger seat.

Yan Shu was driving on the empty road, when she encountered a traffic light on the way, she stopped the car, glanced at Song Zhilin sideways, and asked with a hint of surprise in her tone:

"You can drink quite well now."

Song Zhilin was looking out the window, but when she heard this, she turned her head and smiled at her:

"I used to drink a lot for work."

After she finished speaking, both of them fell silent.

Yan Shu was very upset. She was able to drink because she loved to drink. She couldn't understand what it means to drink a lot for work. Besides, Song Zhilin didn't drink at all before.

One summer vacation, Yan Shu secretly went to Song Zhilin at night and wanted to go out with her.

At Yan Shu's friend's house that time, Song Zhilin only drank a bottle of beer and was already drunk.

Yan Shu still remembered that Song Zhilin was drunk at the time, and hung on her body, showing a rare weakness, but this person still remained stubborn, muttering something in his mouth, she carefully looked at it. Listen, they are talking about her:

"Shushu, you are not allowed to drink, you are so young..."

How could Yan Shu listen to her?At the age of sixteen or seventeen, it was the time when she was curious about these things, so she came to Song Zhilin on purpose today, wasn't it just for drinking?

Naturally, she was disobedient and drunk, and she didn't know how she got home in the end.

After much deliberation, it is only possible that Song Zhilin sent her back.

"Working so hard," Yan Shu had no choice but to say dryly, "You have already learned how to drink."

"Well," Song Zhilin smiled faintly, "It's not like you, who already knows how to drink, but it saves a lot of trouble."

She still remembered some of Yan Shu's hobbies.

On the day I went to Yan Shu's friend's house, although she was dizzy from drinking at the beginning, she gradually sobered up, only to realize that Yan Shu had become unconscious from drinking, besides leaning on her body, hugging her and acting like a baby, There is no other movement.

"Zhilin, I like you so much," Yan Shu always spoke boldly, even when he was young, he had no scruples, "I only like you."

She is like a bright and delicate flower in full bloom.

Her friend was sitting next to them, shaking his wine glass, watching Yan Shu speak, and said coolly, "You two have such a good relationship."

Song Zhilin was sitting by the side, it was not right to speak, nor was it right to be silent, she didn't know what to do.

Even if she didn't know this person, she could feel that these words were not really a compliment.

Yan Shu was already so drunk. Seeing her helpless look, the friend put down his glass and stood up, shaking the key in his hand, and said:

"Come on, I'll take you back."

Song Zhilin didn't want her to give it to her at first. After all, even if she had no money, she would not be able to afford the few dozen yuan for a taxi, but the man looked at them with a half-smile, which made Song Zhilin hesitate for a while, unable to say no to it. .

Yan Shu just sobered up a little at this time, and started to make a fuss, saying, "Okay, okay, you see us off."

After finishing speaking, she leaned against Song Zhilin again, becoming dazed.

Sitting in that man's car, Song Zhilin felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles, but the man wanted to add fuel to the fire. After sending Yan Shu home, facing Song Zhilin who was alone, she spoke half-considerately and half-seriously. :

"I think you should stop pestering Shushu, it's not suitable for you."

"Look, Shushu lives here, and you live... in the shanty town, and it's not easy to drive in."

The tone is gentle, but the words that are spoken are like the tip of a knife.

Song Zhilin was proud and arrogant at the time, and he was poor and ambitious, so he immediately opened the car door and said with a smile:

"Don't bother you to see me off."

She walked down the long mountain road in the villa area step by step, and the bright moon hanging high on the zenith was pale and pale.

She wore high heels and walked to the place where she could take a taxi. Her toes were already in unbearable pain. When she got home, her grandma had already fallen asleep. She closed her eyes, only the pale moon in front of her eyes.

Yan Shu didn't seem to know about these things, she was still like a blooming flower, but more beautiful and brighter.

Sometimes, they would meet in the alley after school, and Yan Shu would often conjure up two cans of beer from his schoolbag.

Song Zhilin was naturally sullen when she saw it. She didn't allow Yan Shu to drink, at least not during school, but Yan Shu was very dissatisfied, and often hugged her arm and said, "Why, beer is not alcohol, beer Just drinks."

Yan Shu is addicted to alcohol. After Song Zhilin left, she drank even more for a while, relying on alcohol to paralyze her nerves. After getting out of that period, she didn't like drinking so much, but at parties, she would drink with her friends. two cups.

Hearing Song Zhilin say this about her now, she just felt that she was preaching to herself again, so she couldn't help but reply:

"Who saves trouble, do you think I drink and have fun every day?"

"Is not it?"

Song Zhilin was a little drunk, and her speech became blunt. She turned to look at Yan Shu, and stared at her, as if she wanted to get some clues from her face.

Yan Shu was even more angry, stepped on the gas pedal to the end, and said angrily:

"The image of me in your heart is really not good, also, it's not like you are a good girl."

"I'm the one who's guilty. Seeing that you want to drink, Baba will take you to a bar at noon."

"I did not mean that……"

Song Zhilin knew that she had said something wrong, and when she thought about it, she also felt that her words were a bit more angry, so she couldn't help but soften her tone and said:

"It's me who should thank you. I've been quite tired during this time, and I want to drink some wine to relax."

She gave herself a step down, and Yan Shu was surprised. You must know that Song Zhilin used to be quite arbitrary, but now he softened his tone and talked to her like this?

"Okay," Yan Shu couldn't get angry anymore, "I'll take you there."

There were no bars open at noon, but Yan Shu called the manager up and told him to come over and open the door. The manager didn't dare to offend the aunt, and while yawning, pushed out the hidden wine cabinet to let them pick.

Yan Shu took a few bottles casually, and said, "Bring something to match and make it more beautiful... Forget it, let me do it."

The manager was just about to call the bartender in, but when he heard Yan Shu's words, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide. This aunt has learned a unique skill, and she usually doesn't show off her beauty. One of her hobbies is to tormenting his bartenders. Today is What west wind is blowing, and she wants to do it herself?

His eyes couldn't help but flicked to Song Zhilin's face. This young lady looked strange to her. She had never seen it before, but she was beautiful and fierce. Miss Yan likes this one?

He only glanced at it, and Yan Shu's eye knife flew over. At the same time, there was a cork bottle stopper. He quickly reached out to catch it, and saw Yan Shu pointing to the door of the private room and said:

"My girlfriend, don't look twice."

The manager nodded in fright, and retreated towards the door, fearing that Yan Shu's violent temper would come up, and he would directly smash the wine cabinet.

Yan Shu breathed a sigh of relief when his figure disappeared at the door, and sat down on the sofa.

"girlfriend?"

Song Zhilin looked at her, asked with a silly smile on the corner of her lips.

Yan Shu angrily stuffed a pillow into her hand and said:

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Oh."

Song Zhilin embraced the pillow, and responded aggrievedly.

"Ex-girlfriend."

"If you don't know how to drink, drink less."

Seeing her like this, Yan Shu knew that her stamina was on the rise. A few sporadic images flashed through her mind, making her heart ache.

Song Zhilin nodded and looked at Yan Shu's hands. All kinds of cups and wine utensils were extremely light in her hands, as if she could turn out a flower.

The next second, Yan Shu pushed a colorful cocktail in front of her and said:

"Sweet, drink it if you want."

As if afraid that Song Zhilin would be worried, she added another sentence: "I'll take you home when you're drunk."

Song Zhilin held the cup, admired its color, then picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

Yan Shu: "..."

This ignorant woman.

After Song Zhilin finished drinking, she only felt sweet, without a trace of alcohol, and a charming aroma flowed down her throat, making people feel a little swayed.

"It's delicious," she handed out the cup to Yan Shu, "have another cup."

Yan Shu: "..."

This really treated her as a bartender, and she couldn't help but feel angry again. When she started again, she added a little more wine, and the color in the glass was even more psychedelic and colorful.

This time Song Zhilin didn't drink it all in one gulp. She held the cup and drank it in small sips. She was surprised to find that every sip had a different taste. hot.

"What's the name of this wine?" she asked.

first love.

The simple name weighed a thousand catties, stuck in Yan Shu's throat, she took a deep breath, and said dryly:

"no name."

"It's a pity," Song Zhilin shook her head, staring at the half-empty cup, trying to grasp the feeling that drifted through her mind, pondered for a while, and said, "It should be called Moonlight."

Only the moonlight is so beautiful and ever-changing.

Yan Shu didn't speak, but pushed a new glass of wine in front of her and said, "Drink, I'll take you home when you're drunk."

Song Zhilin replied: "Okay, it's rare for you to send me home."

She might be drunk, her voice became soft, like a kitten's paw, falling on Yan Shu's heart, tickling her heart.

Yan Shu had never seen her like this before, and only felt that if all her words were false, there was always a bit of sincerity when she was drunk.

In the blink of an eye, Song Zhilin drank another glass of wine. She picked up the remaining glass, opened her eyes wide as she drank, and asked in a naive tone:

"By the way, are you taking me home, to your home or to my home?"

She went to get the post-it note on the table, trying to write down the address, but her hand couldn't control it after she was drunk, and she didn't know the handwriting was crooked.

Song Zhilin gave her the note with unclear handwriting and said:

"Of course it's my house, how can I go to your house?"

Her tone was flat, but Yan Shu's heart clenched tightly, the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.