After a long time, I had to break the silence, "Mother Zhao, please call me Xiaotong from now on."
"Hey, okay."
"Are you here to see sir?"
Xiaotong hesitated and nodded: "I heard he was injured."
"Sir, the situation is not good now." At the end of her words, Zhao Ma glanced at Ning Xiaotong carefully, but did not say anything.
Ning Xiaotong was anxious, "Mom Zhao, please tell me quickly, what happened to Huangfu Lin?"
I worried all night, but when morning came, Zhao's mother was still there whetting her appetite, and she felt even more uncomfortable.
Mother Zhao sighed, "You'd better go and see it yourself. Sir, he has been in the underground wine cellar since he came back last night."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ning Xiaotong's figure disappearing around the corner.
Zhao's mother looked at Ning Xiaotong's windy back with a smile on her lips. This girl clearly knew that she still had a crush on her husband, but she refused to admit it.
As they walked quickly, Ning Xiaotong couldn't help complaining. Really, you dared to go to the wine cellar to drink even though you were injured. Don't you know that drinking can stimulate the human nervous system and affect the normal healing of wounds?
I had stayed at a mountainside villa before and knew the exact location of the wine cellar, so I was familiar with the roads and found it quickly.
Before I even stepped in, I was hit by a strong smell of alcohol.
Ning Xiaotong frowned, she was already so smoked outside, but it was even worse inside.
The door was closed weakly and opened with a slight push.
There is no need to search. The first thing you notice is the figure leaning against the wall. His thick black eyebrows are slightly raised, and his bright black eyes are half-opened, with a hint of mist inside.
Beside him were several empty wine bottles.
The originally handsome face and sharp outlines were now full of decadence and fatigue.
His lips were moving, and standing far away, it was impossible to hear what he was saying.
Feeling sour in her heart, Ning Xiaotong hurriedly stopped the tears that were about to fall, stared blankly at the man's eyebrows, and did not dare to walk over.
Although the light in the wine cellar is a bit dim, you can still see the man's charming features.
Not far away, you could clearly hear the murmuring in his mouth.
He looked straight at Huangfu Lin's eyes, which were originally clear but now somewhat unclear, but the person in front of him couldn't see him at all.
He slowly raised his hand, tracing his outline in the void, imitating the action of wiping away the wine stains standing on his face.
Wherever he looked, he could only see Huangfu Lin holding something tightly in his other hand, holding it carefully as if he was afraid of damaging it.
Ning Xiaotong couldn't help being surprised when she saw Huangfu Lin's wandering eyes falling on his left hand.
His eyes gradually blurred, and a touch of water slowly slid down the corner of his eyes.
What he held in his hand was a photo.
In that photo, he was smiling brightly, and his black and white eyes were shining like two bright black gems.
Standing next to him was him, holding his waist affectionately, with an evil smile on his face that fascinated a large number of young girls.
The two people looked so harmonious, and Ning Xiaotong even remembered the beautiful memories of that day clearly in her mind. During the arden, the two of them were photographed in front of a large field of blooming British roses.
At that time, Huangfu Lin looked shy, and to be honest, he was not used to taking pictures, but in the end, he couldn't overcome Xiaotong's enthusiasm and coquettishness, so he still took this picture.