"But what about the result?" Shao Zeyang shook the wine glass gently, "The result is that you borrow wine every day to kill your sorrows, and you can't get drunk in the end?" ”

"Pretty much." Wu Yu laughed, and he couldn't see any sadness on his face, but at this moment, only Shao Zeyang understood that in this man's heart, what would appear at this moment would be the face of a man who was called his father, maybe for this friend who has played since he was a child, Shao Zeyang sometimes feels that if he is him, how should he live?

Before the age of two, the man would occasionally hold Wu Yu, who had not grown up, sit in front of a street stall under the flames, drink cold draft beer, and then ask him if you wanted to try it. The children's curiosity about strange things is always unstoppable, even if they have tasted it, but they will forget it when they turn their heads, and every time the man holds up the glass and asks if you want to taste it, the boy will nod his head gently and answer that he wants to taste it. Every time he finished drinking, the boy would wrinkle his face and mutter, it was so bad.

"And you're going to drink it when you're going to grow up?" The man asked, touching his unshaven chin.

"No, don't drink something so bad." Little Yahoo shook his head like a rattle.

"Haha, don't like such a bad thing in the future."

"Hmm."

At that time, Shao Zeyang, who was also more than two years old, was eating a lollipop on the side, looking at the father and son who seemed to be very harmonious, and then turned his head to look at his father who was buying salt behind him and asked, "Can I taste that thing?" ”

Every time, his father would always glare at him, and then praise Wu Yu with a smile and take him home.

"That kind of stuff kids can't drink, it's not a good thing." After every time he left, his father would look at him with a serious face and tell himself.

And when he was young, he would only nod slightly, but he couldn't guess the reason, why it wasn't a good thing, but it was clear that his father would also drink it, but later, when Shao Zeyang grew up, he knew the reason, he was twelve years old that year, it was the first time he saw Wu Yu drunk, and the only time he saw him drunk in his life, the two of them sat on the roof of the old house, Wu Yu took his first month's salary, and drank on the roof, what Wu Yu told him that year, he didn't understand at all, He didn't even know how to comfort Wu Yu.

Because what the latter said was completely beyond what a child of this age could understand, but Wu Yu understood, he knew very well, maybe forced or even unwilling, but he still understood it very thoroughly, because he had to understand, otherwise he would die, starve to death, freeze to death, or die of disease, these are not impossible, even if it is a modern society, but in front of those people, that kind of abnormal death is not impossible, in those dark corners of a city, Every day there are things that you think are impossible, but that are secretly happening, that do not belong in this world.

Shao Zeyang glanced at Wu Yu, picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip gently, it was so bitter... It's so hard to drink, but why do you want to drink this kind of thing, and why do people in this world like to drink this thing?

They like to get drunk until they get drunk, but in the end it is their own bodies that are uncomfortable, are there so many masochists in the world? Like to spoil yourself like that? No, there are definitely fewer masochists in this world than you think, but those who are disguised are much more than you think, and they use physical pain to cover up mental distress and torture.

Perhaps this was the only way they could escape, and all they had left was to fall again and again, get up, open their eyes, pretend nothing had happened, and weep over their wounds. Does the wound really hurt? No, all that broken place can bring to them is numbness, numbness after numbness.

"Then I'll ask you now, is the wine good?" I don't know why, Shao Zeyang suddenly asked.

Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, glanced at the wine glass in front of him, gently picked it up and took a sip, the same feeling as Shao Zeyang, so bitter.

"It's unpleasant." The voice was very small, and it slowly came out of Wu Yu's mouth.

"Do you still want to drink it?" Shao Zeyang continued to ask.

"I want to drink." Wu Yu nodded lightly.

"Why drink it if it's hard to drink?"

"Is it easy for you to live? Will I be bullied? Will there be unhappy times, will there be hurdles that I can't get over at all? Wu Yu raised his head, not as if he was asking anyone, but asking himself, "The answer is yes, but why do you still want to live, because that is the only thing you have that can make you know that you are still alive." ”

A group of people looked at these two people, completely unaware of what they were talking about, after all, in them, these two people knew each other first, so there must be some secrets between them that others did not know.

But they also knew that there were some secrets that apart from these two people, even Yuan Rong or Chen Xi had no way to explore.

"By the way, in fact, I wanted to ask you a word at that time, but I didn't ask for many reasons, and I just remembered it today, so I'll ask by the way." Shao Zeyang looked at Wu Yu and knocked on the table gently, "Have you ever eaten sugar, as a child, you should like sugar more, but I remember that from the time I met you to the time you moved, I never saw you eat sugar." ”

"Sugar?" Wu Yu was stunned, licked his lips, and subconsciously glanced at the plate of taro sticks on the table, "It doesn't seem to be." ”

"No, you haven't eaten it." This time it was Shao Zeyang's turn to stare, maybe others didn't understand what Wu Yu meant, but how could he not understand, if he had never eaten it when he was a child, Wu Yu must have shook his head, and then said a lot of feelings after eating sugar, but no, that means maybe Wu Yu until it tasted sweet, but he really never tasted sugar.

Turning it over and over again in his mind, it seemed that in his memory, the candy thing had nothing to do with Wu Yu at all, and he really never seemed to have seen Wu Yu eat the thing called sugar.

"Like, I really haven't eaten it." Wu Yu nodded lightly, and the expression on his face was also a little weird.

"I'll make up, big brother, your life, don't you feel that your life is all ruined?" Shao Zeyang stared at Wu Yu and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hmm... It's okay, it's not like I didn't have a chance to eat it anyway. Wu Yu shrugged his shoulders slightly, then glanced at the taro sticks on the table, picked up one and gently put it in his mouth and bit it, "It's so sweet..."