Xi Xiangdong was supposed to be socializing tonight. Good wine and beautiful women have always been the rule in the business world. It's hard to let go of hospitality when it's a show. After finally drinking for thirty years, Xi Xiangdong loosened the collar of his shirt and went to the corridor to get some fresh air.
When passing by the bathroom, I saw two people walking arm in arm. As they walked, they said, "I'm going to have a good time tonight. I'm a Hollywood actress. Sounds like she's high-end and classy!"
"The one named Sunny has a really nice figure. No wonder he is so popular with foreigners."
Xi Xiangdong suddenly stopped. When he passed by, he felt that one of them looked familiar. The imperial capital was such a big circle, and people who went out to play always had a certain affinity. The two of them were drunk and didn't pay attention to him at all. They just looked at him.
Bragging: "I don't know what it's like to be a Hollywood actress..."
The other one looked experienced: "You can't easily get this kind of famous person without sending flowers for ten and a half days, plus a sports car and a mansion."
"Tsk, I've just made a few movies and thought of myself as something else! It's not the same after I take it off..."
The two of them entered a private room, talking nonsense.
Xi Xiangdong washed his hands in the sink, took the towel from the waiter, and dropped a note as a tip. When he returned to the box, a new round of toasts began again. This time he was much more happy, and everyone was toasting him.
If you are willing to drink, whoever brings you a cup will give you face. After a while, you will feel a little top-heavy.
When the table was about to break up, the driver came in and helped him out. He leaned against the wall and waved to the driver: "You go and drive first, and I'll smoke a cigarette."
As soon as the driver left, the light in the corridor began to sway again, far and near. He shook his head violently, and the clusters of light spots became clear again. Then he smiled with relief, leaned on the corner of the corridor, and clicked
He lit up a cigarette. His hand holding the lighter was trembling a little, and he tried it several times but failed to make a fire. Finally, a small blue flame appeared. He held the flame with his hand and held the cigarette in his mouth.
, the little red star finally lit up.
He took a deep breath, feeling the chill in his lungs.
At this time, an uncertain call came from behind: "...Xiangdong?"
A delicate woman's face appeared in the mirror, and it gradually overlapped with the person in his dream.
He was stunned, then slowly took off the cigarette butt and put it out in the sink. When the sparks touched the water, he let out a hissing groan.
"Xiangdong, is that you?" The woman's voice got closer and closer, and the familiar smell of perfume filled his breath.
He was startled, and when he turned around he just sneered: "Aren't you staying in the United States and not coming back?"
The woman's delicate eyebrows knitted together, and she explained in a low voice: "There is something urgent at home, so I came back at short notice."
He burst out laughing: "I asked you to come back, but you refused to come back..."
"Xiangdong..." Yang Yunguang hesitated. Someone poked his head out of the box and called her: "Ms. Yang?" She was stunned for a moment, and gently put a hand on his shoulder: "I have something to do, I will contact you later.
"
Xi Xiangdong stared at the direction she left for a while, then took out a cigarette and lit it, wondering why the driver hadn't come back yet.
After smoking a cigarette, the figure at the end of the corridor left and came back again.
He was in a daze, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and strode towards her. The stamina of the liquor came back, and his steps were unsteady. He stumbled after a few steps and fell into her arms.