Yes, I was very happy because Zhou Hai, who had disappeared for half a year, suddenly arrived.

Simple and straightforward.

There aren't too many deep and complicated reasons.

The brilliant lights at the top of the ceiling shone brightly, and countless white lights sprinkled down and shrouded the body, and Zuo Xue, who was wearing a white dress, was more gorgeous.

In the delicate goblet, the deep red wine is also as clear as amber, rich in layers, and exudes a rich but not greasy fruity aroma.

After pouring, there is no cumbersome decanting process, just do it casually.

Hold the goblet and bring it to the red lips and drink it in one gulp, the cold, soft and fruity wine passes through the throat, giving the body an extraordinary sensation.

Wine, this is the second time Zuo Xue has drunk it in his life.

Red wine, this is the first time Zuo Xue has drunk it.

The taste is soft and harmonious, slightly sour, and there is no decanting for the sake of wine, which is mixed with a light fragrance.

Gently putting down the wine glass, Zuo Xue suddenly felt a sense of drunkenness floating in her heart, her plain face gushed out a touch of vermilion, delicate and moving, and her lips with light red lipstick were particularly dazzling and beautiful at this time.

"Drink less, you don't drink well, don't wait to get drunk."

Zhou Hai saw that Zuo Xue's body reacted after drinking, smiled, and said softly.

"I thought you would say that I was a soil bun who didn't sober up, but I'm very happy today, if I'm drunk, you'll take me to Orange Island." Zuo Xue leaned on Zhou Hai's shoulder, her face was crimson, her eyes were hazy and a little confused: "But you can't drink it, you have to be disciplined, you can only drink orange juice." ”

Half a glass of red wine is already a lot for Zuo Xue, who has an average amount of wine.

The wine is not Lafite, not as good as Podol, it is just a bottle of ordinary grade Great Wall Dry Red Cabernet.

Zuo Xue has no requirements for the grade and variety of red wine, and it can be drunk, because the important thing about drinking is not the wine itself, but the people and mood who drink at the same table.

The last time I drank, more than a year ago, I drank with Zhou Hai for the first time.

"Okay."

The thought of wanting to drink with Zuo Xue disappeared in his heart, Zhou Hai's eyes were gentle, and he nodded seriously.

It doesn't matter whether you drink alcohol or not, it's true to do it casually.

How to be happy and how to drink.

Now, he is not the pride of the sky soaring in the sky, let alone the 20-year-old major camp with a bright future, he is just the boyfriend of the beloved girl, nothing more.

Zhou Hai didn't know why Zuo Xue had to insist on visiting Orange Island, but he would accompany him without hesitation.

The soup pot that is gradually heating slowly boils, white mist tumbling and red peppers floating on it.

At this time, Zuo Xue, who had a dignified and elegant temperament, poured another glass of red wine, and the amber-like liquor filled the glass, put down the wine bottle, and still drank it in one gulp, decisive and free.

Drink to the fullest.

A glass and a half in the mouth, other girls' faces are ruddy, their eyes are blurred, and they are drunk.

The whole person leaned on Zhou Hai, and suddenly spoke up, and his words contained a hint of pleading: "Zhou Hai, hold me tight, I'm afraid." ”

"What's wrong?"

Quietly looking at Zhou Hai, who had drunk two cups of Zuo Xue in a row, his heart ached, he stretched out his left hand, tightly held the girl's weak shoulder, hugged her into her arms, and tried to hold it tightly.

But even so, Zuo Xue in his arms was still a little uneasy.

"You bastard, half a year, no news for half a year, do you know how worried I am about you? Every day after studying, I am worried when I am alone at night, afraid that something will happen to you, afraid that I don't know when I will receive a suicide note and a sorry sentence one day, afraid of attending your memorial service, afraid that I am the only one left in the world, afraid that I have researched the best fighter jet, but there is no one I love the most to fly, I am even more afraid that today is a dream......"

Zuo Xue, who was drunk, hugged Zhou Hai tightly with both hands, buried his head in the depths of his neck, crystal clear tears like a spring, snatching out of his eyes, and the defense line that he tried to camouflage and build in his heart was accompanied by the effect of alcohol, all of which collapsed and were destroyed, and continued to surge out of emotions for an unknown period of time, like a torrent, turbulent.

The voice is poignant, like a wounded kitten, or like a child who has been bullied outside, returning to the harbor for comfort.

Complain!

Behind the countless complaints, there are countless days and nights of fear.

Since making a four-year appointment, Zuo Xue, who has one more person in her life, can only study hard every day, pretending to be cold and cold that doesn't care about anything, maintaining a steady and dignified appearance, diverting attention, and trying to avoid missing.

Even so, the worries in my heart have never gone away, accumulating over time, and constantly increasing.

Because I am worried, I am afraid.

Going to the old town of Rongcheng to clean Zhou Hai's house and confiding in Zhou Pingyuan's photos can only vent the pressure, and the meaning of worry and fear can only be so.

The neck was already soaked with tears, Zhou Hai tried his best to hold Zuo Xue's slightly trembling body with both hands, lowered his head and kissed his black and refreshing hair, and his voice contained a thick apology: "Yes, no ......"

632 days, 15,618 hours, 910,080 minutes, he spent less than 20 minutes with the girl in his arms.

Speech, forever pale and powerless.

But he had no choice but to apologize.

In the strict sense of the word, he is by no means a qualified boyfriend, well, future boyfriend.

"Don't say I'm sorry, I don't like those three words! Zhou Hai, you bastard remember for me, you are the first and last man I like, I only recognize you in my life, I don't ask for anything, I just hope you work hard to live, if you die, it means that I am also dead. Zuo Xue unceremoniously interrupted Zhou Hai's words, with an awe-inspiring momentum and a resolute and decisive voice.

For Zuo Xue, she doesn't need the so-called sorry.

Alive.

Try to live, everything is enough, nothing else.

It's unrealistic, and it's impossible to ask for too much.

"I promise you."

The sound was in his ears, but it exploded in his mind like thunder, Zhou Hai took a deep breath, his deep eyes revealed a determined color, and nodded seriously.

This is the answer, and it is the promise.

"Hold me tight, hold me a little longer, just a moment."

After the words fell, Zuo Xue in his arms suddenly calmed down, was comforted and satisfied, muttered softly, the tears stopped, his face was drunk red, and a faint sense of wine spread.

The movement was gentle, Zhou Hai'an held it steadily, and the table in the upper right corner of the restaurant did not notice the situation between the two.

After a few minutes, as the fruity aroma of red wine and alcohol continued to work in the body, the emotions and mental pressure in Zuo Xue's heart were gradually released and released.

"Big pig's trotters, let go of me, I'm so hungry, eat," Zuo Xue, who recovered, although he was drunk, was conscious, and his face was blushing.

Zhou Hai smiled slightly, let go of Zuo Xue, and reminded: "Don't drink the wine, if you drink it again, I'm afraid that you will vomit later, pay attention to your body." ”

This girl's drinking belongs to two taels and half a catty, a glass and a half of red wine in her stomach, and when the stamina comes up, she must be drunk and unconscious.

If you drink it again, the vomiting and diarrhea are light.

PS: Went for a run, exercised, and came back in half an hour to codeword.