Chapter 98: Possessed by the Declining God: The Alcoholic Crazy
I was bored and looked far away, and unknowingly took out my mobile phone.
By the way, mobile phone! No wonder I always feel like I want to do something, just look at my mobile phone
Huh? There was not a single message or phone call. Suddenly, a deep sense of loss came to my mind.
Don't you even care about me? Yan Yeyi, forget it if you didn't catch up, you actually didn't contact me haha... Why should I care about you! I smiled at myself and beat my head helplessly.
"Yeah! Ice Sculpture Cheers" In a box of Bad Orange Liquor outside the school, I couldn't play happily, as if Yueshang's celebration party was specially designed for me
I completely forgot about skipping class today and was happily having fun with the Yueshang team members
"Congratulations on entering the finals." Being a good social person, I quickly mingled with the handsome guys from Yueshang. I took a wine glass and toasted to one and the other, and drank two bottles of beer. I was already dizzy from the amount of alcohol I drank.
, stumbling around in the private room, I don’t know why, I feel very stuck today, I use wine to relieve my sorrow and make it worse.
In contrast, the girl named Wei sat quietly next to Ji Feng, as if victory had nothing to do with her, and no joy could be felt on her face.
"Why are you so indifferent? Let me tell you, no one in the world owes you anything." Under the influence of alcohol, I started to cause chaos among the guests.
"You drank too much." This was the first thing Wei said to me. Her voice was like a well-behaved child, very green.
"Why are you sad? Why aren't you happy?" I drank more willfully, grabbed her hand, and looked at her angrily.
"Give it to me!" Leng Yuge snatched the wine glass from my hand and supported me on the sofa. The sofa was as soft as Yan Yeyi's arms, so soft that it made me want to cry.
"I'm telling you, don't pretend to be sad. Did you see that? I... how ridiculous I am. Dad doesn't want me. He doesn't want... doesn't want me!" I continued to yell indiscriminately.
"Mom, she said... that I am an orphan... I am an orphan... an orphan picked up... I am not... not born by her!" I choked and squandered my hands like a released little lamb, unscrupulously venting the pain of the past ten years.
Wronged
"I want to go home, home..." On a warm back, I seemed to see my father's kind face in front of me, smiling at me, "Why don't you want me, I am not a bastard, not..."