Scumbag, wait for me!

Chapter 17

"I...I'm going...Meng...Meng Xin...I'm going to die..." Chen Fan was so overwhelmed that he said intermittently.

Meng Xin struggled to stand up on the coffee table, and said out of breath, "You... who told you..."

Chen Fan sat up, looked at Meng Xin with wide eyes, and deliberately said, "What's wrong with me?"

"You... you just now..." Meng Xin hesitated for a long time, but didn't say a word. After a long while, he sighed, sat on the other side of the sofa and said, "Chen Fan, I think you are a little different. ?”

"It's different?" Chen Fan felt a little funny when he heard it, took a bottle of beer, opened the lid and took a sip, and said, "What's the difference?"

Meng Xin raised his eyes and took a closer look at Chen Fan. He didn't know if it was because he had lost some baby fat recently, or because he had been busy all summer. He always felt that his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were slightly opened. There was some tough taste, he paused, and said: "It seems...it seems that I have grown up a bit, and people are...confident?"

"Confidence?" Chen Fan asked.

Meng Xin nodded slightly, and said, "Yes." He was slurred, as if he just wanted to keep the word in his throat, and didn't want Chen Fan to hear it.

Chen Fan frowned and smiled. It seemed that the change brought about by "love" was deep in his bones. He leaned back slightly, leaning on the back of the sofa, and said, "So I was sluggish before... Blame you?"

He asked lightly. Originally, he just wanted to tease Meng Xin, but he didn't expect this person to be honest and frightening. He lowered his head slightly, avoiding Chen Fan's gaze, and said, "It's my fault. I'm sorry about the previous... before... ..."

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about it a thousand times. Perhaps, Meng Xin has not changed. He has always been the one who cares about him and takes care of him, but he just doesn't love him. In the final analysis, who does he care about? what is the relationship?If you want to blame yourself, you can only blame yourself for going your own way!

"Meng Xin, it's all over." Chen Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said.

Meng Xin hesitated, and asked, "How have you been recently?"

"Death——————love————"

Before Meng Xin could ask all the questions, he was completely interrupted by Song Man's wolf howl. They both covered their ears at the same time, looked at each other, pursed their lips with difficulty, and then looked at Song Man in unison.

Song Man held the wine bottle in one hand and the microphone in the other, not to mention how social that posture is!

She yelled a few words by herself and found it really boring, dropped the microphone and walked over, saying, "Are you two feeding the cat?" Then she picked up a bottle of wine, opened the cap and handed it to Meng Xin, shouting very proudly , "Come! Drink!"

Meng Xin blinked twice, hesitated, and extended his hand politely.

"Don't..." Chen Fan snatched the wine from Song Man's hand and said, "Sister Man, I'll accompany you—"

"you………"

Before Song Man finished speaking, Chen Fan raised his head, drank half of the bottle, put down the bottle, burped, wiped his mouth and said, "He can't drink, I don't want to carry him home..."

Meng Xin frowned.No answer.

Song Man's alcohol began to rise, and said: "Pull it down, a man is most afraid of being told 'no'." She elbowed Meng Xin and said, "Coach Meng, just say you're 'ok' or 'no'... ..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Xin's face turned red.

Song Man picked up the wine and opened another bottle, saying, "This is our first time drinking, don't be cowardly!"

The principles of Meng Da's coach are, first, to do anything for the happiness of friends, and second, absolutely not to be cowardly.

It just so happened that every word in Song Man's sentence was neither serious nor heavy, and it just stuck in Coach Meng's heart. He didn't hesitate this time, and said directly: "I can drink!" After speaking, he reached out to grab the bottle.

"Can you have a shi——" The half bottle of alcohol that Chen Fan had just downed began to take effect. He snatched the beer from Song Man's hand, without saying a word, raised his head to see the bottom.

I rely on... the stinky boy hates me? ? ?

Meng Xin blinked twice, and looked at Chen Fan in amazement——

Song Man stood on the other side, with two big Kazilan eyes flashing together, and suddenly felt that he was sober.

Chen Fan put down the wine bottle, his cheeks gradually turned red, and said, "Sister Fan, he really can't drink... With his drinking capacity, he's fine if you drink a hundred..."

Meng Xin: "........."

Song Man was stunned for two seconds, amused at once, rubbed his sleeves, and said: "Stinky boy, you have completely aroused your sister's desire to fight now, tell me, sieve, fifteen twenty, tiger stick, you choose one?"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes in embarrassment, and said, "I don't play...you are too disadvantaged to play with me..."

"Ha!" Song Man couldn't believe it. Is this still the well-behaved and lovely brat she usually is?She immediately replied, "Your talk is too arrogant today! Okay, let's not bully anyone, bring Meng Xin, I will play rock-paper-scissors with him, if Meng Xin loses, you drink for him, how about it? "

Seeing that the voices of these two people were getting louder, Meng Xin persuaded: "You both drank a lot today, why don't we..."

Song Man: "Shut up!"

Chen Fan: "Shut up!"

Meng Xin: "..."

Song Man just started having fun, so of course he refused to interrupt.

Chen Fan downed two bottles of wine, apparently this party has already begun to be happy!

Meng Xin was helpless, and said honestly: "I am very good at guessing boxing games." The implication was to make Song Man think about it.

Song Man said decisively: "It's just right, it's just rock-paper-scissors."

Chen Fan: "..."

Song Man said, "Let's get started!"

……

The light above the head changes, the night is fascinated, and the three of them are having a hot time.

But it's never alcohol that makes people intoxicated, it's emotions.

The complexity of feelings often lies in the fact that it can easily stir the most sensitive nerves in the heart, making people feel like they are possessed, willingly walking towards the point of no return that they knew early on...

Late at night on the street, even the evening wind was bleak, the three of them stood at the door of the KTV, Meng Xin said, "Let's see you off first..."

Song Man said: "No, it's just one stop away, besides..." She didn't say a word, and the taxi stopped by the side of the road with its lights on.

Meng Xin frowned and said, "It's too late, you're a girl..."

"I'm leaving...Chen Fan is leaving..." Song Man took one last look at them, then ran a few steps to the side of the road and got into the car.

"Sister Man, go home and send a letter." Chen Fan shook his hand at Song Man, watched her get into the car, and followed the taxi to the end of the road.

"Chen Fan... let's go, I'll see you off..."

Meng Xin hadn't finished speaking when he saw Chen Fan turn around and rush under a tree, bending over and covering his mouth, throwing up his stomach.

He quickly took out the mineral water from his backpack, walked quickly and handed it to Chen Fan, patted his back, and said, "Are you okay..."

Chen Fan rinsed his mouth twice, stood up, covered his stomach and said weakly: "I... It's the first time I've seen someone who can lose more than 20 times in a boxing game...Meng Xin, or else we'll go buy one right now." Get a lottery ticket, get him a few million, so you don't have to work hard to earn money!"

Meng Xin looked embarrassed and said, "Song Man is a girl..."

"Stop, talk carefully!" Chen Fan, who was on alcohol, couldn't bear to say more nonsense.

"Blame me, blame me, blame me... I don't think Song Man is a woman at all..."

When Chen Fan heard this, he was immediately amused, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, but in an instant, his brows were furrowed tightly again, and his hands covering his stomach tightened even more.

Tonight, he contracted most of the beer, and he poured it fast and hard. He didn't drink it for a long time, and his combat effectiveness obviously dropped drastically. Cowardly, after vomiting, another gust of cold wind blows, not only the stomach is twisted, but the head is also dizzy from time to time.

Seeing his ugly face, Meng Xin said, "You... are you okay..."

Chen Fan took a step back and said, "Let's... just wait..."

Meng Xin grabbed his arm, pulled it forward, and said, "You just threw up there, dirty."

Chen Fan lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Dizzy..."

His voice was soft and soft, and it hit Meng Xin's heart at once, pulling a tiny nerve in him, followed by a twitch, and he said regretfully, "You... just bear with me, I'll go take a taxi .” After finishing speaking, he immediately turned around.

Chen Fan reached out, grabbed his arm, and said in a soft voice, "No... I can't hold on anymore." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and bumped into Meng Xin's back.

The evening wind caressed gently, passing the leaves on the trees, leaving only the rustling sound of rubbing around.

Meng Xin stood still and didn't move, nor did he walk, but if he just stood like this, it didn't seem too good.

Chen Fan let go of Meng Xin's arm, slipped his hand down, grabbed the edge of Meng Xin's coat, squeezed it hard, and said, "You, don't leave me alone, okay? Meng Xin, I don't want to be alone."

Meng Xin's body froze for a moment, then the corners of his mouth turned up, and he unconsciously put on a tiny smile: This man seems to be really drunk.

He turned around, grabbed Chen Fan's wrist, and said, "I won't leave you alone, let's go there together?"

Chen Fan nodded, raised his other hand, and grabbed Meng Xin's forearm. Meng Xin let go of his hand in doubt. Chen Fan smiled at him, then held him tightly, palms facing each other, fingers clasped tightly, and said : "In this way, you won't be able to run away."

Meng Xin looked at Chen Fan who was like a child in front of him, his eyes were extraordinarily soft, he pulled Chen Fan, one step at a time, the shadows of the trees on both sides were mottled, hitting their bodies.

As soon as Meng Xin stopped, Chen Fan took his hand and said, "Meng Xin...I don't want to take a car. If you take me for a while, I want to walk with you."

Meng Xin frowned, and confirmed with him: "Walking? Are you feeling better?"

Chen Fan nodded vigorously at him and said, "I'm fine, walking will not be uncomfortable."

Meng Xin didn't refuse, and didn't ask any more questions. He took off the bag from Chen Fan's shoulder and carried it in front of him. The two of them walked slowly along the side of the road.

Meng Xin deliberately moved to the outside of the road to protect Chen Fan inside.

Walking all the way, Chen Fan felt that the scene in front of him seemed to be floating in the air, and his whole body was softly stepping on the cotton. The only thing in the world that felt real was the hand held by Meng Xin.

He followed behind this man, aiming at Meng Xin's back, which was within reach. Chen Fan's hand tightened unnaturally, and asked, "What do you want to ask me today?"

Meng Xin turned around and said, "What?"

Chen Fan spoke slowly, trying his best to control his thoughts, and said, "What do you want to ask me at KTV today? It's the sentence that was interrupted by Song Man..."

"Oh..." Meng Xin thought about it for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "It's nothing, I just want to know how you've been doing recently."

"Well. Chen Fan didn't answer. He seemed to be simply curious about Meng Xin's question.

Meng Xin tacitly did not ask, and naturally started the next topic: "How are you doing?"

Chen Fan still did not fail to answer, but instead asked, "Are you all right?"

"Well, very good." Meng Xin said.

Chen Fan paused and said, "...um...same."

After the two answered, they didn't speak any more, they just walked forward in silence.

The night road is very long, but it will walk, but I feel that the scene in front of me changes very quickly.

They crossed the lane and walked up Main Street.

They passed the bright lights and watched the vehicles passing by on the street, from remoteness to prosperity.

They passed by countless people walking in the night, and they felt that they were not alone, and they were extraordinarily quiet.

They don't know how far this road will go, but they don't seem to be in a hurry to finish it.

They were like this, shuttling through each other's lives together, unwilling to leave any traces, but no one let go first...