Zhou dumped her boyfriend to settle accounts with me

The night was very quiet, so quiet that Bo Qian could hear the graininess in the little boy's voice and the imperceptible tremor in the ending.

This was Lu Shiyi he had never seen before.

Bo Qian doesn't like to be waited on by others, except for his aunt who comes to clean during the day and the breeder who comes to feed two alpacas and three horses, Bo Qian usually lives alone at night.

He went down the steps and opened the door, walked up to Lu Shiyi, and understood why the little boy became like this.

The alcohol was too strong.

The red wine that Lu Zhengyuan opened for his birthday was definitely not bad. It took only 10 minutes from the opening of the meal to the departure, and Lu Shi also drank five or six glasses in a row. Now he is not feeling well.The stars are not like the stars, and the moon is not like the moon.

Only seeing that Mr. Bo is still in that good skin, he blinked vigorously: "Mr. Bo, why did you come out in a sack?"

"..." Bo Qian looked down at the brown bathrobe on his body, "subdue the temptation."

Lu Shiyi hadn't heard of sack uniforms yet, could it be the temptation to pick up rags?Standing up unsteadily, he opened his mouth to smell more alcohol, "Where is the alpaca? Do you have alcohol at home?"

"At the back of the barn." Bo Qian saw that he was standing unsteadily, and took a step forward to grab his wrist. "Are you here to see the alpaca, or to drink?"

People who drink too much have been known to never admit to drinking too much and are very resistant to being supported.

Lu Shi also felt that someone was grabbing his wrist, and he forgot about the grass-mud horse in an instant, and shook his hand suddenly, "I can walk by myself!"

However, Bo Qian's strength was overwhelming, not only did Lu Shiyi not throw him away, but he also staggered himself, staggering and falling forward.

He happened to fall into the arms of Teacher Bo who was swaying in front of him!

The two bodies collided, and Bo Qian caught him firmly. The next second, a question appeared in his mind - how long has this person been outside?

Through the thin bathrobe, he could feel that the clothes of the person in his arms were soaked by the cold wind, oozing with coolness.

Rubbing the wrist he was holding, the touch was delicate but also cold.

Bo Qian had just finished taking a shower, and his body temperature was high.With only a light touch, Lu Shiyi felt his wrist was scalded by something, his nerves jumped, and he subconsciously backed away.

In order to pick him up just now, Bo Qian's other hand was pressing on his back, so now he not only didn't back out, but stuck closer!

"You, let me go!" Lu Shiyi whispered.

Bo Qian laughed angrily, and didn't intend to let go at all, "You throw yourself into your arms and throw yourself into a hug, and you still lose your temper at me?"

"..." Lu Shi also knew that he was wrong, but it was too awkward to be held in his arms like this and controlled by others.He lowered his tone aggrieved, "I won't lose my temper, let me go and let me go."

It was the first time Bo Qian heard him speak in such a soft tone, and finally let go of his hand.

After such a toss, the smell of alcohol rose, and Lu Shi became even more dizzy, and suddenly forgot what night, where, where... What is he doing here?

He stood on the spot, looked around twice, poked his temples several times, and finally remembered!He raised his head and asked again: "Where's the alpaca?"

He was wearing a hat all the time, and Bo Qian couldn't see his eyes just now.Only now did I realize that the little guy's eyes were slightly red and swollen, and his eyelids were even thinner.

Bo Qian raised his hand and pushed aside his bangs that blocked his eyes, "Did you get your hair done?"

In order to see the alpaca, Lu Shiyi obediently said "Yes".

"...The alpaca is asleep," Bo Qian's voice was low and soft, "Come with me, I'll drink with you."

The basement of Bo Qian's house is a wine cellar. In order to prevent drunks from taking spirits, he didn't give Lu Shiyi a chance to choose, so he chose a low-alcohol, good-tasting white wine.

Walking up from the wine cellar, I saw the little boy still maintaining the posture just now, sitting obediently on the far left side of the sofa, with only one side of his buttocks, looking tired.

Bo Qian copied two wine glasses, put them on the coffee table, and glanced at him, "Sit well, the sofa won't sit badly."

"The sofa is going to break down?" Lu Shiyi heard it wrong, and quickly slid his butt down the sofa, and slid onto the carpet with a "slap", "Then I won't sit on it."

Bo Qian glanced at his buttocks under the wool carpet, feeling that it shouldn't be cold, so he didn't say anything and let him go.He sat down on the sofa opposite him and poured wine into two glasses.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Lu is not a vegetarian. As soon as the wine entered his mouth, he frowned, "I don't drink white wine, it's too sweet and boring."

"This is not white wine," Bo Qian tried to fool him, "You drank too much."

"Impossible, I didn't drink too much!"

"If you don't drink too much, how can you drink out the sweetness of the liquor?"

"...Oh." To save face, Lu Shiyi took another sip and pretended to say, "Really, I just drank it wrong. It's spicy and it's white wine."

Bo Qian didn't expect to be fooled so easily, he was relieved and wanted to laugh.

There's no need to be serious about accompanying the wine, since Bo Qian drank most of the whole bottle of wine afterwards.Every time I pour wine, I pour a glass for myself, and half a glass for Lu Shiyi.

It wasn't until the whole bottle of wine was finished that Young Master Lu realized that things seemed to be different from what he thought. He knocked on the mouth of the bottle, very puzzled: "It's such a big bottle, and it's gone so soon?"

"Well, you are so powerful that you drank it all up."

"Is there any more?"

"Yes," Bo Qian affirmed, "but you must give me a reason to continue drinking."

As soon as the words fell, before Bo Qian had time to take down the wine bottle, the little boy blinked his eyes twice, and suddenly buried his head in his arms——

Then his back heaved and he started pretending to be asleep!

This sentence was said by Bo Qian on purpose, judging from what he knew about the little boy these days, it was absolutely impossible for him to tell the truth about the reason for drinking.So when he heard this question, the little boy would rather find an excuse not to speak, and would not ask for alcohol again.

Sure enough, he guessed right. In terms of controlling people's hearts, Bo Qian thought he had never lost to anyone.

The little boy lay quietly on his stomach, motionless, Bo Qian hooked the corners of his lips, lifted the sweater hat he had been wearing all the time, and finally saw clearly the hair that had changed from silver gray to silver white.

He picked out a lock and twisted it. The hair that had just been bleached during the day was a little dry, but it was still so soft.

Recalling the touch of his hair last time, Bo Qian frowned: "Don't dye your hair again."

"Why are you..." A vague voice came from the arms, with a little dissatisfaction, "Like my father."

his dad?

Yesterday, Bo Qian asked at the guard that there was indeed a family named Lu in Huili Manor.Reminiscent of the little boy's performance today, a vague guess is about to come out.

Bo Qian tentatively asked, "Did you quarrel with your family?"

"No."

Just as he was about to ask again, the little boy added: "I don't have a home."

no home...

Bo Qian was stunned.

"Don't talk about it," Lu Shiyi sniffed, hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and said again, "Mr. Bo, in order to thank your alpaca, I will tell you a story. Do you listen?"

"think."

"Okay," Lu Shiyi kept his posture unchanged, and scratched his head for a while, "Well... the beginning of the story is very clichéd, just like the novel, a beautiful girl falls in love with a much older, very young girl. Poor man."

Bo Qian's upper body leaned forward slightly, leaning on his knees with his elbows, holding the neck of the cup with one hand, and casually playing with the little boy's lock of hair with the other hand.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air. On the first floor of the empty villa, apart from the ticking of the Western clock, only the intermittent voice of the little boy could be heard:

"At that time, poor men had nothing, and all they could give a girl was a promise. The promise would be responsible to her, love her for the rest of her life, and give her a happy family."

"So the girl married him regardless."

"The men were also very competitive. They started their business with the money that the girl secretly brought out, and the business grew bigger and bigger. Later, they really had a family and had a child."

"They guarded the child's growth together, watching him grow taller and taller. Watching him go to kindergarten, preschool, elementary school..."

"The man is getting more and more busy at work, but no matter how late he comes back, the girl will wait for him to eat with the child."

"Then something happened..."

Bo Qian's movement of twisting his hair paused, and Lu Shiyi's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and stopped here.

Bo Qian didn't speak, and waited for him quietly.

"...Forget it," I don't know how long it took, it could be 1 minute, 5 minutes or half an hour, Lu Shiyi rubbed his forehead on his arm angrily, "I'm good at telling stories. too poor."

Bo Qian said "Yes", "Then don't talk about it."

"Just pretend you haven't heard of it."

"Okay," Bo Qian said, "I haven't heard of it."

After finishing speaking, Bo Qian moved his hand down the side face of the little boy, pinched his chin, and lifted it up half-forced.

The little boy drooped his eyes, his eyelids were even more swollen, and there was a small piece of clear water stain at the corner of his eye, which couldn't be seen without looking carefully.

"...Fuck," Lu Shiyi turned his head and slapped his hands off, "What are you looking at! Thank you! I'm leaving."

He got up and walked out while talking, but he was able to walk steadily, but he couldn't see the way clearly.

When he got to the side of the motorcycle, a gust of cool wind blew over, which cleared his mind a little, and he realized a big problem.

How should I go back?

He would rather keep his head here than leave his beloved car here.But now that he drank so much, going on the road is a proper drunk driving.It doesn't matter if you kill yourself, what if you hit a passerby?

He stood there in a daze for a while, finally gritted his teeth, and decided to push the cart away, and he could walk back to the apartment overnight.

Making up his mind, he put his hands on the handlebars of the motorcycle, and before he could take a step, suddenly a headlight flashed, and he subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be the sound of a car turning off, and then the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.

A few seconds later, an arm involuntarily stopped his waist, moved slightly backwards, and his back hit a solid chest.

"You fucking..."

"Shh, don't make noise," Bo Qian said in a low voice, "I'll take you home."