"The only one who can relieve worries is Du Kang! One drink can relieve a thousand worries, drink it." I followed her and grabbed the bottle of wine, sighing again.
"Hey, tell me your story." After taking a sip of wine, she suddenly looked up at me and said.
I don't know if it was because of the alcohol that her eyes looked more and more attractive.
"I don't seem to have anything"
She raised her hand and interrupted me: "Come on, if you dare to show off to me here, I will push you into the river."
"I'm not trying to show off to you, but I really don't know what my story is. As I told you, I've lost my memory and I can't remember anything about the past."
"Then tell me about some things that happened after you lost your memory."
"You really want to pry into my privacy?"
"You already know my privacy, shouldn't I know your secret?"
I smiled bitterly: "Okay, okay."
The alcohol bred melancholy under the cool moonlight, and I was silent for a long time before telling all my experiences in the past six months.
I'm talking in detail because this is the only memory I have.
When I talked about An Lan, I stopped because I didn't know how to use that emotion to tell this story.
I lit a cigarette again, took two strong puffs, and then continued: "When I heard the news about her arrest, I gave up all the affairs in the village and rushed back to Chengdu. But I found that I was really incompetent.
, it is difficult to even meet her, let alone how to save her. This feeling of powerlessness is very tortured. The only thing I can do is to hold on to the company and tide over the difficulties."
My tone sounded sad and helpless. As I spoke, I grabbed the wine bottle and took a sip of wine, then continued:
"No matter how difficult the company is, you can still find a way. If you don't have money to pay a deposit, I can borrow money to make up for it. Or if you ask me to exchange for her, I will do it without hesitation. But now she is suffering in the detention center.
But I can’t use my strength at all outside.”
Occasionally I looked up and found Zhou Mo looking at me intently.
I smiled awkwardly and said with relief: "Look, everyone has their own vulnerabilities, and everything is not smooth sailing for everyone. So, you really don't have to be so sad."
"Everything you are doing now is just for a woman?" Zhou Mo asked in surprise.
"To be specific, yes. I want to rescue her and ensure the good operation of the company, because I want to see her sweet smile of relief." I nodded lightly.
"An Lan, I have met her." Zhou Mo paused and frowned slightly, "She is indeed an excellent woman, really outstanding."
It seems that all women will make the same expression as Zhou Mo when they mention An Lan, and Cheng Lu was the same way at the beginning.
After a moment of silence, I asked her seriously: "So do you really believe that she will participate in smuggling?"
Zhou Mo also fell silent, and I smiled bitterly and said, "I know it's inappropriate to talk about this at this time, so I won't talk about it anymore."
For a moment, we were all silent.
It was quiet all around, except for the rushing water of the river beneath me and the sound of the breeze caressing the willow branches by the river.
The wine on the folding table has bottomed out. I think I'm really drunk, and I haven't been this drunk for a long time.
The head seemed to have turned into a steel ingot weighing several thousand tons, and the entire body supporting it was as soft as mud.
Zhou Mo's drinking capacity is not bad, at least she can fight with me to the end and stand up steadily.
She swayed her body and asked me: "Where is the toilet?"
"I'll take you to the innermost part of the warehouse." As I said that, I stood up.
Zhou Mo pushed me down and said to me, "I can go by myself."
"It's not that there's no light in the toilet. If I don't take you there, you won't be able to find it."
She burped in front of me, then smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry."
I shook my head to indicate it was okay, and then helped her walk into the warehouse.
We were both drunk, not to mention in a complete mess, but we were a little dizzy when we walked.
Staggeringly, I finally arrived at the door of the toilet. I stopped and said to her, "It's right inside. There's no light. Please turn on the flashlight on your phone to shine it."
"Okay, I understand, you can go back first." With that, she pushed open the wooden door of the toilet and walked in unsteadily.
When I was about to leave the toilet door, I suddenly heard a sound of vomiting coming from inside the toilet.
I immediately stopped and until the sound of vomiting stopped, I tentatively asked Zhou Mo: "Hey, are you okay?"
She didn't answer me, and then there was another sound of vomiting.
I asked her again: "Zhou Mo, are you okay? Say something."
"No, it's okay." Her weak voice finally came out.
"You take a rest for a while, and I'll get you a glass of boiling water."
With that said, I staggered over to the water dispenser, picked up a paper cup, mixed half a cup of hot water and half a cup of cold water together.
When I came to the toilet door again, there was no sound of Zhou Mo in the toilet.
I didn't know what was going on with her, so I asked her again: "Zhou Mo, are you okay?"
She didn't answer, so I shouted again: "Zhou Mo, what's the matter with you? Don't say anything, I'm coming in!"
This time, I vaguely heard her crying voice coming from inside. Although the sound was very small, I still heard it clearly.
I didn't hesitate any more and pushed open the wooden door of the toilet.
Because there was no light inside, I had to take out my phone and turn on the flashlight function. At first glance, I was so scared that I almost dropped my phone on the ground.
Zhou Mo was half-lying on the ground, and there was a puddle of filth on the ground that she had just spit out. When I saw that scene, my stomach began to churn.
I tried my best to hold back the cramps in my stomach and almost held my breath. I bit the phone in my mouth and stepped forward to help her up.
Her body was as soft as a pile of mud, and the toilet floor was covered in filth from her vomit, making it difficult for me to move my feet.
It almost took all my strength to help her up from the ground. I didn't care about the vomit on her clothes and just helped her out of the toilet.
Her whole body was as soft as if she had no bones, and her entire body weight almost rested on me.
I helped her all the way to my single bed, first put her on the stool next to the bed, and after stabilizing her body, I breathed a sigh of relief.
She was crying so hard, her hair was extremely messy, her clothes were stained with vomit, and she looked like she had just been dug out of the garbage.
I sighed and said to her: "Stop crying, what's the use of crying? The man you are thinking about may be holding his beloved woman and making love in bed."
I said this deliberately to shock her and try to make her wake up.
But she cried even harder, glared at me fiercely, and said inarticulately: "Do you think I'm crying for that scumbag? He's not worth my tears for him. I don't love him anymore. I
I don’t love him anymore”
"Yes, yes, everything you said is right, but now please wake up and clean up the vomit on your clothes first, okay?"
"I want to go to sleep, you go back! I want to go to bed."
With that said, she crawled towards my single bed.
I said speechlessly: "Sister, this is my place, you want me to go back? Where should I go back?"
She ignored what I said and climbed straight onto my bed