Dip in fire

Chapter 28 Drunk Chapter Upside Down 3 Upside Down 4, 6 Talking White

When they got home, Zhong Ning was caught on Zhang Weilan's body like an octopus, and Zhang Weilan forced her into the courtyard.

Da Duozi arched up, the dog smelled of alcohol on his nose, turned his head and sneezed, and then howled non-stop.

"Why are you still drinking too much?" Yan Huiwan came out to help, Zhong Ning was dazed, her relatives didn't recognize her, and she was so bold that she shook off her grandma's hand.

Then Zhong Ning swayed in front of Zhang Weilan, grabbed Zhang Weilan's collar, and howled like waves, one pile after another: "Zhang Weilan, Zhang Weilan, Zhang Weilan!"

Zhang Weilan: "..."

Yan Huiwan smacked her lips: "What's the matter with this child? What kind of drunken madness?"

Zhong Pei also came out. Seeing her son's beating nature, she immediately lost her temper: "You bastard has learned to drink!"

Zhong Pei walked over, Yan Huiwan hurriedly pushed Zhong Pei: "Why are you tossing around when he is so drunk? Stop scolding now, and save it for me to scold tomorrow."

Zhong Pei didn't bother the old lady, and gave Zhong Ning a look, as if to say: "See how I deal with you tomorrow."

Zhang Weilan sighed, and could only stretch out his arms to hold Zhong Ning in his arms, and walked into the house together: "Grandma, I'll take Zhong Ning in."

"Slow down, slow down." Yan Huiwan said hurriedly, chasing the big flower on her feet again.

Zhong Ning snorted, turned his eyes to see Zhang Weilan's side face, clicked his mouth twice, and sprayed alcohol in Zhang Weilan's ear: "Zhang Weilan, you and I are inseparable."

"Okay." Zhang Weilan said blankly, "As you wish."

Yan Huiwan: "..."

Zhong Ning was thrown onto the bed by Zhang Weilan, suddenly turned his head and vomited all over the floor, then stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Weilan's direction: "Don't go, I still have something to say."

Yan Huiwan forced him to drink a glass of honey water, and he was honest, willing to close his eyes and be dazed for a while.

Zhang Weilan was already covered in sweat, and her clothes were soaked.

"Why are you drinking?" Outside, Zhong Pei handed Zhang Weilan a hot towel.

Zhang Weilan took it over and wiped his face: "My classmate... is Xu Huai, he is going to transfer schools. There have been a lot of things going on recently, everyone is in a bad mood, so we drank a few more glasses."

Zhong Pei also smelled alcohol on Zhang Weilan, she sighed: "You didn't drink less, did you?"

Fortunately, Zhang Weilan is a good drinker, unlike Zhong Ning.

But a person with a good capacity for alcohol can't get drunk, can't go crazy freely, and can't make a hysterical fire.

"I'm fine." After wiping her face, Zhang Weilan took the initiative to go to the bathroom to wash the towel and soap to dry, and then said to Zhong Pei, "Aunt Zhong, I'm home."

Zhong Pei lost his mind for a second, and said softly "Yes".

Zhang Weilan left, Yan Huiwan came out from Zhong Ning's room: "Weilan is gone?"

"Let's go." Zhong Pei squatted down, glanced at the big flower at his feet, and stretched out his hand to stroke the dog's fur.

Yan Huiwan poured out the pickle in her hand, and when she came back, Zhong Pei stood up and sent Daduo to the side.Zhong Pei asked: "How is it?"

"It's all packed. Xiao Ning is lying down and will go to sleep later." Yan Huiwan wrinkled her face, "It's the first time he's drunk, and I guess it's because he's been too uncomfortable these days."

Yan Huiwan thought for a while and said: "He can't get up in the middle of the night to toss again? Don't throw up anymore."

"Impossible." Zhong Pei said, "I won't wake up when I drink too much, and I'll be done when I lie down. Mom, go to sleep, don't worry about it."

It's a pity that Zhong Ning really didn't inherit his mother's wine taste, so he shot back.

In view of the fact that Master Zhong is a good young man with a strong root, he is filial and considerate, he loves his grandma, his mother, and Da Duozi, so this time the carbine was not killed in his own house, but Zhang Weilan, who was sworn to death.

Zhang Weilan came out of Zhong's house, and when she opened her door, she saw Xiao Huan squatting at the door.

Zhang Weilan was silent, and met Xiaohuan's eyes for a while: "What are you doing squatting at the door?"

——What are you doing squatting at the door?Like the big flower of Zhong Ning's family.

Xiao Huan blinked twice, stood up, a little one.She grinned: "wait for brother."

After speaking, Xiao Huan turned around, as if she didn't dare to listen to Zhang Weilan's reply, or didn't want Zhang Weilan to reply, and was afraid that Zhang Weilan would say something unpleasant, so she hurriedly burrowed into the room with her calf, and called old man Zhang: "Grandpa, brother is back."

Old man Zhang's voice came next: "I heard it a long time ago, Daduozi is calling in the yard."

Old man Zhang came out and looked at Zhang Weilan: "Have you been drinking?"

"Well, I drank some." Zhang Weilan said lightly, "It's okay, Grandpa, you can go to sleep."

"Okay." Old man Zhang nodded, walked two steps and looked back at his grandson before entering the room.

Xiao Huan was standing on the side, and Zhang Weilan walked over and looked down at her: "Don't wait at the door from now on, the dog will bark when I come back."

Xiao Huan didn't speak, just looked up at him eagerly.

Zhang Weilan paused, sighed and said, "I will greet you when I get home, just like I would greet grandpa, so there is no need to wait at the door."

Xiao Huan nodded.

Zhang Weilan clenched a fist by her side, took a slow breath, let go of her fist, put her palm on the top of Xiaohuan's head, and patted it gently: "Go to sleep."

"," I listen to my brother. "

Zhang Weilan looked at Xiao Huan's back, she was so immature and thin.He remembered that Xu Huai was crying, and said something: "What's wrong with Baixue? What's wrong with Xiaosong? Why..."

Where did Xiao Huan go wrong?Where are they all wrong?

No wonder everyone is vulgar, "people" always make mistakes in a daze, feel sad, go round and round, and no one is spared.

Yang Jian's phone call came in a short while, and Zhang Weilan was relieved knowing that they got home safely.Zhang Weilan heard the voices of Yang Jian's parents on the phone, and they were all criticizing Yang Jian.

"Look at your smell of alcohol."

"Why did you come back so late? Why are you so ignorant?"

"Hang up the phone quickly, and go take a shower quickly."

A few words entered Zhang Weilan's ears vaguely, while the silence at home surrounded him, which was exceptionally clear and firm.

Zhang Weilan knocked on the phone, cut off the short stories of other people's parents, and drove away the nonsense of other people's families.

Now there was only the coldness and loneliness that belonged entirely to him.They are Zhang Weilan's most sincere partners and will always be with him to maturity and decline.

Zhang Weilan took a shower to wash off the smell of sweat and alcohol, and went back to the house to turn off the lights and go to bed.

The quality of his sleep during this period was extremely poor, even lying in one position without moving, closing his eyes and emptying his head, he would not be able to fall asleep for a long time.

A few days ago, relying on the strength of the medicine and the fatigue of the body, it has improved somewhat, but today it is relying on the strength of alcohol, and after a long while, it is finally enough to be a little confused.

Just as Zhang Weilan finally fell asleep in a daze, he heard a noise and felt that something was irritating his eyelids, bright and dark, making him uncomfortable.

Zhang Weilan opened his eyes and immediately woke up from shock.

His window was open, and a man was sitting on the windowsill, with the moonlight behind his back, looking straight at him.

Zhang Weilan suddenly turned over and sat up, and he was relieved only after seeing that the person was Zhong Ning.

Zhang Weilan closed her eyes and said angrily, "Zhong Ning, are you sick?"

Zhang Weilan reached out to turn on the light, but Zhong Ning suddenly shouted: "Can't turn it on!"

Zhang Weilan was taken aback again. He turned to look at Zhong Ning, and saw Zhong Ning jumping off the window sill, throwing himself on the ground and falling into a big ponytail.

Zhang Weilan: "..."

"You can't turn on the light." Young Master Zhong's skin is tender and fleshy, usually delicate, but he has learned to be rough after being exposed to wine, and he crawled on the bed without making a sound.

After climbing onto the bed, he clasped Zhang Weilan's hand, shook his head slowly, and repeated: "Don't turn on the light."

The curtain was lifted by Zhong Ning, and the silver moonlight fell in, like falling into a dark and hopeless trap.

Zhang Weilan glanced at the big pest, and said in a cold voice, "What kind of skill do you have to pester me?"

Zhong Ning shook his head, ignored Zhang Weilan's scolding, and stubbornly pinched Zhang Weilan's hand: "You can't turn on the light."

Zhang Weilan wanted to push Zhong Ning out of bed, just as he had the idea of ​​bending his knees, Zhong Ning uttered again.He said: "Turn on the light to see clearly, but if you can see clearly, you have to hide again."

Zhang Weilan was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the drunken nonsense he was talking about, her knees were half bent stiffly, and she could barely touch Zhong Ning's lower abdomen, but she didn't exert any force.

"How many bottles did you drink tonight?" Zhang Weilan dropped her knees and sighed.

Zhang Weilan looked at Zhong Ning, eyes covered in deep darkness: "It's fine, I didn't fall on the window sill."

"I fell..." Zhong Ning frowned at him, clenched his fists, as if about to hit Zhang Weilan, "I fell just now."

Zhang Weilan narrowed her eyes to see Zhong Ning's fist: "You want to hit me?"

Zhong Ning paused, then nodded: "Yes."

Zhang Weilan was helpless: "Get up, I'll take you back..."

Zhang Weilan's voice was cut off, Zhong Ning swung his arm violently, and his fist went towards Zhang Weilan's right eye, and when he was about to hit it, he stopped suddenly.

Zhang Weilan blinked subconsciously.

Zhong Ning loosened his fist, touched Zhang Weilan's right eye with his thumb, and rubbed the tear mole on the tip of his eye.

Zhong Ning said, "Why haven't I seen you cry before? Do you hide in bed and cry secretly... Don't all those with moles love to cry?"

Zhang Weilan opened Zhong Ning's hand, trying to push him down.

Zhong Ning seemed to have a foresight, and he quickly lay down on Zhang Weilan's body, holding Zhang Weilan down with his whole body.

Two teenagers, young and hot-blooded, tossed and tossed so much that the sheets were already stained with sweat.

Zhong Ning said again and again, "You hit me. You hit me that day. It hurt. You hit me so hard."

Zhong Ning "fucked": "I don't like you, you didn't hit me for 18 years, but you hit me that day."

Zhang Weilan didn't expect that Zhong Ning would be unreasonable and turn over old scores.He wasted all his strength, finally pulled Zhong Ning down, and said in his heart: "You made the first move, and you still bit me."

But Zhang Weilan is too lazy to be as knowledgeable as a drunk.When Zhong Ning was blowing the wine bottle today, he should have taken the bottle from him and beat him to the ground.

"...You fucking kicked me away again!" Zhong Ning suddenly stretched out his voice and howled, hitting Zhang Weilan straight.

Zhang Weilan didn't know which scales he broke off this drunk thing, he pushed Zhong Ning hard, and warned: "Be quiet, I want to go back to my own house, my grandpa is still sleeping."

Zhong Ning paused, and stared at Zhang Weilan. The more he stared, the more tired he became, and finally lost his strength.Zhong Ning slumped his neck and hit his head on the bed, with a muffled sound as his head hit Zhang Weilan.

Zhong Ning hummed: "I feel uncomfortable."

Zhang Weilan: "..."

Zhang Weilan was provoked by Zhong Ning's big kowtow.Zhong Ning is so sick that he always wants to seduce Zhang Weilan's anger.

Zhang Weilan scolded forcefully: "Get out of here." After speaking, he grabbed Zhong Ning's arm and began to pull.

Zhong Ning played with a bear, fell on the bed, hugged a pillow and didn't let go, and was lying on his upper body, rolling over and over again, refusing to leave.

Zhang Weilan sat on the edge of the bed panting for breath, wishing to strangle the missing thing on the bed.

"I want to talk to you." Zhong Ning turned his face and looked at Zhang Weilan with one eyeball.

Zhang Weilan looked at Zhong Ning fixedly, and her voice sank: "Hold on."

"I can't...hold it any longer." Zhong Ning was serious, and his tone was a little slow: "I can only tell you properly when I am drunk, you know? Before I wake up, I have to crawl Come and talk to you."

"..." Zhang Weilan asked coolly, "Do you still know you're drunk?"

Zhong Ning chuckled: "You can only do it when you're drunk, but you can't do it without it. I really..."

Zhong Ning hiccupped: "I'm really uncomfortable."

Zhong Ning got up from the bed, talking nonsense all over.He stretched out an index finger to poke Zhang Weilan's chest: "Let me ask you, does it hurt here?"

Zhang Weilan grabbed Zhong Ning's hand and threw it aside.

pain.Zhong Ning's one-finger meditation practiced well, and he stabbed very hard, Zhang Weilan was hurt by his stabbing.

Zhong Ning nodded: "It's right if it hurts."

Zhang Weilan decided to slap Zhong Ning to death in two seconds.

Zhong Ning said: "The two of us grew up together."

Zhong Ning made a small slit between his index finger and thumb, which was too small to fit a mosquito egg. He squinted his eyes and looked at the slit: "From being so big..."

Speaking of which, the slit widened a bit, and two adult flies could be stuffed in: "We grew up together."

Zhang Weilan: "..."

Zhong Ning put down his hands: "So I understand, I know better than anyone else. You just know how to hold back. Pretend/force."

Zhong Ning leaned over and blew on Zhang Weilan's chest: "Blowing it won't hurt anymore. When I fell down when I was a child, my grandma blew it like this. Let me tell you, it works. I don't mind telling others."

Zhang Weilan's chest froze, as if the light alcohol smell was a typhoon, capable of overturning the turbulent waves.But it was obvious that some dust was blowing in—sinking, faint, invisible dust that sank in the darkness.

Zhang Weilan also felt that Zhong Ning's vitality was tenacious, so he couldn't be slapped to death no matter what.

He pushed Zhong Ning's head calmly, and chased people away again: "Get up and drive."

"I don't." Zhong Ning frowned, and suddenly became stubborn. He actually gritted his teeth and hugged Zhang Weilan.

Zhang Weilan was thrown backwards, hitting the back of her head on the bed, her head buzzing with pain.

As if the gate had been opened, Zhong Ning, like a wronged child, accused Zhang Weilan as a villain: "I don't like you like this."

Zhong Ning's nasal cavity smelled of alcohol and pantothenic acid: "Why are there always so many things going on? Why is everyone unhappy? Why are you? I don't want to be you."

Zhong Ning: "I miss Aunt Lu. Why doesn't Zhang Zhiqiang care?"

Drunk talk upside down, six speak plainly.

But Zhang Weilan could understand.

All the blood in Zhang Weilan's body seemed to gather, and flowed backward in the blood vessels, rushing to his chest.

Zhong Ning picked up Zhang Weilan's clothes, and because of too much force, his fingernails even broke a piece of skin on Zhang Weilan's back through the fabric.

Zhong Ning said: "Zhang Weilan, don't be afraid, don't be sad."