Miss Yiyi carried Chu Loli, who was completely drunk, back to the room. It seemed that the miss was not too drunk, at least she was walking normally.
It was the Chu scumbag on the side who showed an expression of regret after seeing his lovely sister being taken away by the eldest lady...
Seeing the scumbag Chu's expression of pain, Commissioner Huang held his head and whistled happily, "There is a way of heaven in this world."
Chu Zifeng looked at Huang Xiaobei fiercely, and Commissioner Huang stared back without fear.
After one glance, the two brothers who didn't get along with each other started to quarrel. The content of the quarrel was probably "Don't go too far like a scumbag like a sister, and what are you pretending to be like a pervert..." and other topics.
Just when these two people were having a rare quarrel, Brother Mao Zi walked slowly past them holding two bottles of Maotai.
Huang Xiaobei took the time to glance at the Moutai in Brother Maozi's hand, and couldn't help but said: "Brother Maozi, did you drink instead?"
Brother Maozi smiled and nodded, and said boldly: "Senior, although your Tianchao drinks are not as strong as my vodka, they are very delicious! I won't say anything anymore, senior, I will continue to make friends."
Huang Xiaobei wondered: "Didn't you have a good time drinking with the master chefs in the hotel? Why did you change the table? Is it possible that the master chefs don't like to drink with you?"
Brother Maozi raised his eyebrows and said very relaxedly: "Oh, they are all lying under the table. Now I am going to test the drinking capacity of the Qinghong Gang."
"All the master chefs in the hotel were drunk under the table by you...Wait a minute?!"
Huang Xiaobei, who finally understood what kind of news Brother Maozi had just told him, turned around subconsciously and looked at the table of master chefs in the hotel.
The next second, the special correspondent opened his eyes wide.
There was originally a lively table of master chefs in the hotel, but now it was deathly silent. More than a dozen master chefs were all dumped on the ground, and some of them were still foaming at the mouth...
"Did you come from the table with the master chefs in the hotel, or..."
Brother Maozi said very calmly: "I just came from the table in the Western restaurant."
Huang Xiaobei followed his line of sight and looked to the right.
Well, the current battle situation is roughly like this.
Under the fervent offensive of the Maozi brothers, the bathing center has been completely wiped out, and everyone is lying on the ground, drunk and unconscious.
Most of the dealer service staff left the chess and card room early. Only two brothers continued to stick to the wine table... But they were calling each other uncle, and it seemed that they were not far away from falling down.
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Western restaurant? When those pretty boys saw Brother Maozi coming, they were so frightened that they hid under the table. That is to say, the manager of the Western restaurant suddenly blew half a bottle of Maotai with Brother Maozi, and then... left
Very peaceful.
Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but swallowed when he saw Brother Maozi happily walking towards the big brothers of the Qinghong Gang.
"He must have gone to drink everyone in the hotel to death tonight..."
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After helping the guys in the Western restaurant put the manager of the Western restaurant who had suffered stomach bleeding from drinking into an ambulance, Huang Xiaobei did not go back to the chaotic banquet hall. Instead, he took the elevator alone and arrived at the rooftop of the top floor of the hotel.
, I want to sober up.
At present, except for the big brothers from the Qinghong Gang, the bar service staff, and some people from the Chinese restaurant who are still staying in the banquet hall, the others have either collapsed or gone home, and have withdrawn from tonight's dinner party early.
Now in the banquet hall, there are only thirty or so drunken brothers left, and they continue to fight.
Before leaving, Huang Xiaobei looked at Tang Seng and Wei Silin who were drunk and gave up the idea of asking them to go back to the dormitory together. After all, they didn't seem to have had enough.
However, he was the only one to go back to the dormitory. Commissioner Huang obviously refused. It was too boring, and he didn't have a phone. He didn't know what he was doing in the dormitory so early.
After standing at the hotel door and thinking for a while, Huang Xiaobei nodded, turned and entered the hotel elevator.
Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I went to the rooftop to take a look. It was a good time to enjoy the cool breeze, look at the night view of the city, and wake up from the alcohol. After all, my mind was still a little groggy.
Huang Xiaobei took the elevator to the top floor of the hotel and walked up the stairs to the rooftop.
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The bright stars shine in the dark night, the pale silver light complements the bright moon, and the ethereal and mysterious starry sky covers the city under the night.
Rows upon rows of high-rise buildings, with shining lights. The endless flow of vehicles driving into the distance, showing full of vitality.
The shining city and the bright starry sky are perfectly integrated, forming a unique urban night scene.
Huang Xiaobei was lying alone on the railing of the hotel rooftop, looking down at the night of the city in the distance. The cool breeze blew by, which made his dizzy head sober up a lot.
Huang Xiaobei opened his mouth and let out a foul-smelling wine burp, then patted his chest, which seemed to make him feel better.
"I will never drink wine again. Really, it made me feel uncomfortable for a long time. If this wine burp hadn't come out, I might have vomited."
After Huang Xiaobei curled his lips and finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the distance again.
Standing quietly on a high place alone, staring at the night scene, Huang Xiaobei seemed much quieter, leaning motionless on the railing, admiring the city night scene.
Gradually, the brightly lit high-rise buildings not far away gradually turned into bright light groups in Huang Xiaobei's eyes. There was no unnecessary noise in his ears, only the whistling sound caused by the wind.
The world, at this moment, was quietly peaceful, and even Huang Xiaobei's eyes became calm.
The cool breeze blew across his face, and Huang Xiaobei's heart calmed down a lot. He was no longer as excited as during the previous dinner party. He leaned quietly against the fence on the rooftop and stared at the night view.
Looking at it, Huang Xiaobei exhaled the smell of alcohol, nodded, and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, the troubles are gone, and the problems are basically solved. There are not too many worries. Next, I just need to settle down."
Just go about your day with peace of mind."
"It's just..." After saying this, Huang Xiaobei's eyes paused.
In this quiet world where he was alone, Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but think about everything he had experienced recently, especially what happened yesterday.
Thinking about it, the expression on Huang Xiaobei's face became much more embarrassed. He lowered his head and murmured quietly.
"Although nothing has happened now and I can go back to my uncle's house on time tomorrow afternoon without thinking about dying early, I still feel very sorry for both of them. I won't say anything about the eldest lady. She is so good to me. I actually said yes yesterday.
Yell at her...and Karl, alas, even though I apologized to him, but..."
Huang Xiaobei scratched his head with a headache, "But that guy's reaction was too normal, wasn't it? I treated him so well yesterday, and today he actually chatted with me as if nothing was wrong. I didn't even dare to look at him."
Looking up at the sky, Huang Xiaobei's face was full of questions.
"Mom, how on earth does this guy's head look so big? Is he so generous?"
"Haha, senior, is this how people interact with each other? If you always catch each other's mistakes, no one in this world will have friends, don't you think so?"
"Damn it, you're so mysterious!"
Karl, who was wearing a neat gray suit, walked slowly towards Huang Xiaobei with two cans of coffee in his hands, with a gentle smile on his handsome face all the time.
But Huang Xiaobei was so frightened that he almost fell off the railing.
After moving four or five steps to the side, Huang Xiaobei managed to calm down and hesitated: "You, you, you, didn't you go back to your room to rest? Why, why did you go to the rooftop to blow in the wind like me?
." After saying that, Huang Xiaobei lowered his head with some guilt and embarrassment, not daring to look at Karl, who was smiling softly in front of him.
Karl smiled slightly, threw a can of coffee to Huang Xiaobei, turned around and leaned his arms on the railing like him.
Silently admiring the night in front of him, Karl said softly: "I wanted to sleep, but things have been a little busy recently, so I just wanted to come here and stand for a while. I didn't expect the senior to come too. Haha, what a coincidence."
Huang Xiaobei looked at the coffee that Karl threw to him in his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, "Why did you buy two cans of coffee when you came up and stood alone for a while..."
Karl smiled and said, "I don't like drinking much, but I quite like coffee."
"You can just say that you came to see me, or you came to eavesdrop on me. I don't mind." Huang Xiaobei held the coffee that Karl threw to him, lowered his head, and whispered: "Anyway, there were some things yesterday.
If I can't help you, I'll take it as an apology."
Karl raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around with a smile and said, "Do you want to have a chat?"
Huang Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, let's just talk. Anyway, I want to talk to someone with some brains to see if my previous ideas were right or not."
Staring at the endless urban night in the distance, Karl took a sip of coffee and said warmly: "I think I am more suitable to be a silent listener."
"Um, can you stop talking like that? Can you be more normal? For example, when I talk to Lao Wei, the word "Nima" is inseparable from every sentence."
Huang Xiaobei suddenly clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Hey, have you noticed? Wei Silin, a foreigner, is really smooth at talking about China. If he didn't have a foreign face, I would really doubt that he was born in the same place as me.
Of."
Karl pushed up his sunglasses and said with a smile, "Chinese language is also one of the compulsory courses in the college. When Senior Weslin was in the college, it was said that his roommate was a Chinese. It is not difficult to understand why he spoke Chinese.
They are better than us."
"Haha, you are so humble. Even if you speak Mandarin well, you can go to school and teach students."
"Yeah."
After Karl finished speaking, the two of them fell into silence at the same time, and no one continued to speak.
Karl did not take the initiative to speak again, drinking coffee silently and watching the night scene.
Huang Xiaobei didn't speak, staring down at the coffee in his hand, not knowing how to continue the conversation for which he was mentally prepared.
Yes, he was indeed mentally prepared for this conversation, and he did guess that Karl might come to him tonight, and he also wanted to take the initiative to chat with Karl.
Not only was he apologizing for his impulsiveness yesterday, but more importantly, he wanted Karl to see his past self and see who he once was.
"Well, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday." After nearly ten minutes of silence, Huang Xiaobei said quietly, holding the coffee in his hand.
Karl didn't have any big reaction and nodded, "I should be the one to say sorry to you. I shouldn't peek into other people's hearts so unscrupulously. Even though I often tell Qianqian not to do that, it seems that I won't do that in the future.
You are qualified to say Qianqian."
After saying that, Karl looked at Huang Xiaobei and said, "Senior, why does the Demon Eye always have some strange reactions to you?"
Huang Xiaobei lowered his head and whispered, "It's probably broken."
Thinking of the pure golden eyes that day, Karl was slightly lost in thought, "Maybe I already know the answer."
Before Huang Xiaobei started talking nonsense again and changed the subject, Karl asked softly.
"Senior, can you tell me about your previous experience? Why do you have that kind of idea that, in my opinion, is really difficult to understand?"
Huang Xiaobei didn't speak. After a while, he smiled bitterly.
"It's hard to understand? Yes, you are indeed hard to understand, and not many people can understand it. Let me ask you, have you ever tasted the feeling of having nothing?"
Carl was silent.
After a while, he said: "Except for your father, you don't seem to have any relatives. After his death and before you were taken to the college by the principal, you probably said you had nothing during this period, right?"
Huang Xiaobei nodded with a smile, "Yes, that's it, that kind of very depressing and uncomfortable feeling, haha."
The smile on Huang Xiaobei's face disappeared, he lowered his head, clutched the coffee can in his hand, and his eyes lowered.
"When you say you have nothing, I don't think it's right. It's not nothing, it's nothing. Really, it's empty and nothing."
"You know whether you have eaten or not, you know whether you have slept or not. You are the only one at home. Even if you are sick, no one will care about you. No, no one knows at all. Because my father is dead and you are the only one left.
How can I describe that feeling?"
While drinking coffee, Huang Xiaobei exhaled softly.
"Probably, it feels like everyone is a stranger." (To be continued)