Autobiography of a paranoid patient

Chapter 16

(69)

I laughed, and I asked him why you cultural people speak like this, and he sent me a string of ellipses.

I asked him what you are doing now, he said drinking.

Then I won't bother you, will I?

He said he was bored.

So I asked you, do you need me to chat with you now?

He asked can you come directly to accompany me?

I think he must be very unconscious now, and I wonder if there is a wine table culture in their company, he can get very drunk every time.

I stood up from the bench, thinking that now I should go to choose a gift for Feng Yue.

But I don't have any particularly surprising ideas in my mind, and the only flower I can make has already been given away.

Walking back to the business district along the way I came, I went shopping for a while.

Finally, a perfume was chosen for him.

The counter lady patiently introduced me to the smell of each perfume and let me smell them one by one.

I picked the one that was most similar to Fengyue.

What is most like him?

My mind is full of scenes of him bending over and sweating, panting, spitting out obscenities.

I took the small box containing the perfume and let the wind blow on the side of the street for a while before I calmed down.

When he was about to go home, his cell phone rang, and the caller was Feng Yue.

He doesn't really want me to go find him, does he?

I pick up the phone.

The voice was not familiar, and he introduced himself when he came up over there: "I am Yunan."

"Yeah." I walked on.

"Feng Yue drank too much, come and pick him up."

I laughed.

Yu Nan asked: "What's wrong?"

His tone was off and he didn't sound all that happy.

Also, whoever gets rejected will be unhappy.

In my heart I pitied him despicably.

"I'll be right over," I said.

(seventy)

When I arrived at the designated restaurant, I saw Yunan standing by the door smoking a cigarette from a distance, probably waiting for me.

When I walked over, he first looked down at the gift bag in my hand.

"A gift for Feng Yue?" Yu Nan twitched his lips.

I hate people who are too smart.

"Is he in there?" I asked.

I asked this because I didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Yunan ignored me, resting his head on the glass behind him, looking at the sky from a distance.

"I also have a scar on my hand." He said suddenly.

I know, I've seen it, he made me see it on purpose.

"Feng Yue won't be with you." Yu Nan looked at me confidently. His natural good eyebrows and eyes, when staring at someone seriously, won't make you feel that you are loved, but he will exude Strong self-confidence.

In short, he was defiant because he was too superior.

"I was injured because of him. Such a scar," he looked down at the finger holding the cigarette, "will forever be in his heart."

I stared at him nonchalantly.

During those few seconds, there were many moments where I wanted to tell him, you shouldn't be telling me this.

Because I don't care at all.

It's no use talking to someone who doesn't care.

"Is he in there?" I asked again.

Yu Nan finally frowned, turned his face impatiently, and said, "Yes."

(71)

What Yu Nan wants is all of Feng Yue.

I am different.

I didn't think we would have any legitimate relationship, I didn't expect it, and I didn't deserve it.

So I always take it easy.

(72)

Pushing open the door and entering, their place is in a corner, but still conspicuous.

There are many people and it is very lively. I walked over, but I didn't get close.

Feng Yue was sitting against the wall, holding a wine glass in his hand, talking to the people next to him.

I don't think he looks drunk, but I know something about him. You can't tell if you're drunk or not.

I didn't know whether I should go over there, so I just sent him a message first.

I watched him look down at his phone, then quickly look up.

So I waved lightly, and he saw me.

Feng Yue stood up, and the people at the table stopped talking. I couldn't hear what he said, but it should be a sentence of farewell.

Then he got out of the seat and looked at me.

The colleagues behind him also looked over and looked at me, but I didn't care about these eyes.

Because Feng Yue wasn't afraid, so I stepped forward and supported him.

"Are you drunk?" I asked.

Feng Yue shook his head and said nothing, I knew he was drunk.

When he opened the door and left, Yu Nan was no longer by the door.

I didn't ask why Feng Yue's cell phone was with Yu Nan, and I didn't think Yu Nan would be willing to call me to pick Feng Yue up.

(73)

I was driving the car on the way back.

Feng Yue drove to work in the morning, and drank at night, so I had to drive back.

In the car, Feng Yue didn't say a word, just lay down in the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

The feeling of being drunk is not so good, I try to drive the car as smoothly as possible.

But the problem is that I have very little driving experience. My home is behind the flower shop, and I can't walk a few steps. There are also dedicated drivers for flower delivery.

This point is when people who go out to play at night go home, the road is very trafficked, there are pauses, and I can't control the brakes, so I feel bad for Feng Yue.

Later, Feng Yue opened his eyes and asked me with a smile in his tone, "Did you do it on purpose?"

At that time, the car was blocked again, and I said helplessly, "I'm sorry, it's too congested."

Feng Yue suddenly unbuckled the seat belt, turned sideways and pinched my chin, bit my lip hard, sat back to fasten the belt, and lazily said: "Forgive you."

I suddenly felt that the car couldn't go on.