Chapter 567
Drinking
Chapter 567 Drinking
Meng Jiancong's home is in the local area, but it is also a compound with high walls, so he is not free.He said that his father always nagged him, blaming him for not doing business all day long and embarrassing the family by doing that kind of business, so he only came home on weekends, and usually lived in a private house outside to try to clean himself.
His private house is located in the center of the city, and it is the most expensive apartment building in the whole city. The neighbors are full of politicians and celebrities.The area is not as large as a villa, but it is very comfortable to live by yourself.
When I went in, it was empty, without a single servant, and the only living thing was a tank of fish in the living room. They were swimming freely in the water, and looked very beautiful under the cold dim light.
I let him take off my coat and asked, "Do you like fish?"
"Normal." He said, "I just feel that the house is a bit empty and I need to add some living things."
I asked, "Don't you hire a servant?"
"The part-time worker comes once a week." He took off his coat and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt as he answered, "It's more comfortable to be alone."
"Oh." I looked around and saw that the layout of the house extended in all directions, and the bed could be seen directly from the entrance.He has a big bed covered with white bedding, so transparent and clean that it looks like no one has ever laid on it.
There is a small bar in the corner of the restaurant, with a translucent wine cabinet inside. Meng Jiancong went to open the cabinet, took out a delicate red wine, and put it on the table together with the glass.
I sat down and asked, "Do you really have wine?"
"I also have peanuts." He took out another soda can from the cabinet in the belly of the table, which was a bucket of salt-baked peanuts.
I said, "I don't need to fry it?"
"I don't have raw." He sat down on the high stool opposite me, picked up the red wine and began to uncork it.
It's written in French on the bottle, but it's from a small chateau I've never heard of.However, when the cork is opened, a scent spreads, and frankly speaking, the smell is not too intoxicating, it can only be said that it is not bad.
I opened the lid of the can and ate the peanuts. It was the kind sold in the supermarket, and the taste was naturally ordinary.This made me find it very interesting, so I couldn't help but ask: "Do you like to eat these?"
"Otherwise?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I mean, I didn't know you knew that."
He took a wine glass, poured some wine, shook it gently, observed its color, and said, "Don't you know that too?"
"I told you that before I got married, I lived outside by myself and lived a very ordinary life." I said, "I had no contact with the outside world before that."
He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I have had a similar experience."
I asked, "Do you live outside?"
"Living together," he said.
In fact, I was very interested to know, but I felt that it was not good to ask further, so I didn't say anything.
He drank the wine in the glass, seemed to be satisfied, pulled the glass and poured two glasses, pushed one of them to me, and said: "I already know a lot about you. In fairness, I should also give mine." I'll tell you."
I said: "Okay."
He picked up his glass and sipped it, then seemed to be lost in thought, and then said: "I've had two girlfriends and had several lovers. One of them, you know, she broke my leg. The other one has been Married, she was the person I dated when I was 19 years old, the daughter of my father's friend, we have no relationship, originally planned to get married, but unfortunately I fell in love with someone else."
I asked, "Are you in love with the man who broke your leg?"
"My leg was still there," he said.
I asked, "Why did she do that?"
It took him a long time to answer: "For money."
This is too ridiculous, "Are you afraid that you won't have any money when you marry?"
"My father doesn't want me to marry her, and I don't have any career." He smiled and said, "I'm willing to give up these things and take her away, and she agreed, but it turned out that she didn't want to."
I said, "She can't bear to live without money?"
"More seriously, I am just a money symbol in her heart."
I couldn't help frowning and said, "She's really hateful."
He was not angry, but said: "Her father was hunted down by the local gang for borrowing usury. She wanted to use the money to repay the debt, and she didn't know beforehand that she would make me like this."
I said, "That's too much, is she in jail?"
"No." He said, "I don't know how she is doing now. Only I know the truth. She should be doing well."
I said, "Why are you doing this? You still love her?" I thought I was the only stupid pig in the world.
He shook his head and said, "I turned against my family because of her, which made it ugly. I don't want to think about that again."
I did not understand.
He also saw my bewildered face, smiled again, and said: "Don't look at me like this, my self-esteem is still very strong. I didn't want anything at the time, which can be said to be a heavy loss. My ex-girlfriend is waiting to see my It's a joke, my dad was mean. I was lying on the hospital bed, feeling so fragile that I couldn't stand a little ridicule, so I just suppressed this matter."
I said, "I didn't expect you to have such a side."
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said softly, "You don't know what it's like to have no legs."
I couldn't help but look at his leg. In fact, the prosthesis has been made so delicate that there is no difference at all from the outside, but I still remember the last time I saw it, it looked like steel, and There is no beauty.
I said, "I don't even remember if you don't tell me."
He smiled and said, "Thank you for your comfort."
"Do you care about it?"
"I don't want to care," he said, "but it has to be taken care of."
Even though I was miserable, my limbs were healthy anyway, so I didn't know what to say to comfort him.
Frankly speaking, I have always thought he was quite happy, but he is a person with a sense of distance, maybe this is deliberately created by him, Phnom Penh is very kind.
We didn't talk about too many meaningful things, Meng Jiancong didn't talk about his tragic experience in detail, and I didn't mention Fanyin again.I'm already trying to stop talking about him, to get him out of my life completely.After all it's pretty stupid to keep opening wounds to relive the pain, so let it go.I used to be stupid.
We both drank this bottle of so-so red wine, suggested to each other to open another bottle, and ate up the peanuts.At first I remembered what we talked about, but then I completely forgot. When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly found that there was a strange ceiling in front of me, with a huge window on it. The light crescent moon, and the white shimmer, are very beautiful.
I shivered for no reason and sat up abruptly, only to realize that this was Meng Jiancong's bed.It's still clean and white, and I take up the entire sheet by myself.I looked at the ceiling again, it wasn't like this when I remember coming, but it was beautiful.
While I was in a daze, the sky brightened, and the sunlight was a little dazzling. At the same time, there was a slight friction sound from above, and the room returned to darkness.
I turned on the light and smelled the smell of alcohol in the room, my head was a little heavy and it hurt a little.
I walked around the room barefoot and found Meng Jiancong in the study attic.Different from the open and closed downstairs, here is a forest-style decoration, there is a tree hole that is used as a bed, but it is inside.When he found the bed, Meng Jiancong was sleeping in it, like a squirrel spending the winter in the heart of a tree.
Seeing him curled up, I felt that he seemed to be cold, so I pulled a blanket from the floor to cover him.He didn't expect this to startle him all of a sudden.He opened his eyes, stared blankly at me for a long time, then suddenly heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's you."
I asked: "What's wrong?"
He sat up and showed an annoyed expression: "No one else has been here before, I was just shocked."
I pulled a tree stump and sat down without speaking.
He picked up the shirt that was thrown aside and put it on, and asked while buttoning up, "Why are you awake?"
"It's dawn," I said.
He misunderstood me, "Are you hungry?"
"Not yet," I said, "but if you're hungry, I can cook breakfast. I don't think you can cook."
"I really won't." He asked with a smile, "But how did you find out?"
"Just passing by the kitchen, I noticed that your stove is completely new, but your dining table is not." I said, "Do you have the ingredients? I'll make you breakfast."
He was not polite and said, "There are only simple ones, but I will buy them right away."
Breakfast was a no-brainer and was done quickly.
It was already six o'clock in the morning, and the air was very fresh.
We sat down to eat together, and he seemed very happy, saying, "It seems a little bit like we're already married."
"Me too." I said, "But I didn't expect that you actually invited me to drink."
And I counted the bottles in the morning, we drank four bottles, no wonder I was already unconscious, it was hard work for him to be so thin and still carry me to the bed.
He laughed and said, "Of course not, but you are so drunk, what can my body do to you?"
I knew in my heart that he was just making an excuse, but I was really curious: "Did you suddenly change your mind?"
He froze for a moment, but didn't speak.
"I didn't look forced yesterday, did I?" I asked, "Did I say something I shouldn't have said when I was drunk?"
"Not at all." He opened his mouth now, with a somewhat lonely expression: "It's my own fault."
I glanced at him cautiously, wondering if this guy didn't just hurt his leg?But dare not ask.
But he saw what I meant, "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing." I said hastily.
He smiled: "Don't worry, it's not physical."
Then I became nervous: "Are you also mentally ill?"
"No," he shook his head immediately, "I will explain it when the time is right."
I said: "As long as it's not because I said something in my sleep that I shouldn't have said."
He narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "What did you dream about?"
"Dreams of nothing."
(End of this chapter)
Meng Jiancong's home is in the local area, but it is also a compound with high walls, so he is not free.He said that his father always nagged him, blaming him for not doing business all day long and embarrassing the family by doing that kind of business, so he only came home on weekends, and usually lived in a private house outside to try to clean himself.
His private house is located in the center of the city, and it is the most expensive apartment building in the whole city. The neighbors are full of politicians and celebrities.The area is not as large as a villa, but it is very comfortable to live by yourself.
When I went in, it was empty, without a single servant, and the only living thing was a tank of fish in the living room. They were swimming freely in the water, and looked very beautiful under the cold dim light.
I let him take off my coat and asked, "Do you like fish?"
"Normal." He said, "I just feel that the house is a bit empty and I need to add some living things."
I asked, "Don't you hire a servant?"
"The part-time worker comes once a week." He took off his coat and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt as he answered, "It's more comfortable to be alone."
"Oh." I looked around and saw that the layout of the house extended in all directions, and the bed could be seen directly from the entrance.He has a big bed covered with white bedding, so transparent and clean that it looks like no one has ever laid on it.
There is a small bar in the corner of the restaurant, with a translucent wine cabinet inside. Meng Jiancong went to open the cabinet, took out a delicate red wine, and put it on the table together with the glass.
I sat down and asked, "Do you really have wine?"
"I also have peanuts." He took out another soda can from the cabinet in the belly of the table, which was a bucket of salt-baked peanuts.
I said, "I don't need to fry it?"
"I don't have raw." He sat down on the high stool opposite me, picked up the red wine and began to uncork it.
It's written in French on the bottle, but it's from a small chateau I've never heard of.However, when the cork is opened, a scent spreads, and frankly speaking, the smell is not too intoxicating, it can only be said that it is not bad.
I opened the lid of the can and ate the peanuts. It was the kind sold in the supermarket, and the taste was naturally ordinary.This made me find it very interesting, so I couldn't help but ask: "Do you like to eat these?"
"Otherwise?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I mean, I didn't know you knew that."
He took a wine glass, poured some wine, shook it gently, observed its color, and said, "Don't you know that too?"
"I told you that before I got married, I lived outside by myself and lived a very ordinary life." I said, "I had no contact with the outside world before that."
He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I have had a similar experience."
I asked, "Do you live outside?"
"Living together," he said.
In fact, I was very interested to know, but I felt that it was not good to ask further, so I didn't say anything.
He drank the wine in the glass, seemed to be satisfied, pulled the glass and poured two glasses, pushed one of them to me, and said: "I already know a lot about you. In fairness, I should also give mine." I'll tell you."
I said: "Okay."
He picked up his glass and sipped it, then seemed to be lost in thought, and then said: "I've had two girlfriends and had several lovers. One of them, you know, she broke my leg. The other one has been Married, she was the person I dated when I was 19 years old, the daughter of my father's friend, we have no relationship, originally planned to get married, but unfortunately I fell in love with someone else."
I asked, "Are you in love with the man who broke your leg?"
"My leg was still there," he said.
I asked, "Why did she do that?"
It took him a long time to answer: "For money."
This is too ridiculous, "Are you afraid that you won't have any money when you marry?"
"My father doesn't want me to marry her, and I don't have any career." He smiled and said, "I'm willing to give up these things and take her away, and she agreed, but it turned out that she didn't want to."
I said, "She can't bear to live without money?"
"More seriously, I am just a money symbol in her heart."
I couldn't help frowning and said, "She's really hateful."
He was not angry, but said: "Her father was hunted down by the local gang for borrowing usury. She wanted to use the money to repay the debt, and she didn't know beforehand that she would make me like this."
I said, "That's too much, is she in jail?"
"No." He said, "I don't know how she is doing now. Only I know the truth. She should be doing well."
I said, "Why are you doing this? You still love her?" I thought I was the only stupid pig in the world.
He shook his head and said, "I turned against my family because of her, which made it ugly. I don't want to think about that again."
I did not understand.
He also saw my bewildered face, smiled again, and said: "Don't look at me like this, my self-esteem is still very strong. I didn't want anything at the time, which can be said to be a heavy loss. My ex-girlfriend is waiting to see my It's a joke, my dad was mean. I was lying on the hospital bed, feeling so fragile that I couldn't stand a little ridicule, so I just suppressed this matter."
I said, "I didn't expect you to have such a side."
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said softly, "You don't know what it's like to have no legs."
I couldn't help but look at his leg. In fact, the prosthesis has been made so delicate that there is no difference at all from the outside, but I still remember the last time I saw it, it looked like steel, and There is no beauty.
I said, "I don't even remember if you don't tell me."
He smiled and said, "Thank you for your comfort."
"Do you care about it?"
"I don't want to care," he said, "but it has to be taken care of."
Even though I was miserable, my limbs were healthy anyway, so I didn't know what to say to comfort him.
Frankly speaking, I have always thought he was quite happy, but he is a person with a sense of distance, maybe this is deliberately created by him, Phnom Penh is very kind.
We didn't talk about too many meaningful things, Meng Jiancong didn't talk about his tragic experience in detail, and I didn't mention Fanyin again.I'm already trying to stop talking about him, to get him out of my life completely.After all it's pretty stupid to keep opening wounds to relive the pain, so let it go.I used to be stupid.
We both drank this bottle of so-so red wine, suggested to each other to open another bottle, and ate up the peanuts.At first I remembered what we talked about, but then I completely forgot. When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly found that there was a strange ceiling in front of me, with a huge window on it. The light crescent moon, and the white shimmer, are very beautiful.
I shivered for no reason and sat up abruptly, only to realize that this was Meng Jiancong's bed.It's still clean and white, and I take up the entire sheet by myself.I looked at the ceiling again, it wasn't like this when I remember coming, but it was beautiful.
While I was in a daze, the sky brightened, and the sunlight was a little dazzling. At the same time, there was a slight friction sound from above, and the room returned to darkness.
I turned on the light and smelled the smell of alcohol in the room, my head was a little heavy and it hurt a little.
I walked around the room barefoot and found Meng Jiancong in the study attic.Different from the open and closed downstairs, here is a forest-style decoration, there is a tree hole that is used as a bed, but it is inside.When he found the bed, Meng Jiancong was sleeping in it, like a squirrel spending the winter in the heart of a tree.
Seeing him curled up, I felt that he seemed to be cold, so I pulled a blanket from the floor to cover him.He didn't expect this to startle him all of a sudden.He opened his eyes, stared blankly at me for a long time, then suddenly heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's you."
I asked: "What's wrong?"
He sat up and showed an annoyed expression: "No one else has been here before, I was just shocked."
I pulled a tree stump and sat down without speaking.
He picked up the shirt that was thrown aside and put it on, and asked while buttoning up, "Why are you awake?"
"It's dawn," I said.
He misunderstood me, "Are you hungry?"
"Not yet," I said, "but if you're hungry, I can cook breakfast. I don't think you can cook."
"I really won't." He asked with a smile, "But how did you find out?"
"Just passing by the kitchen, I noticed that your stove is completely new, but your dining table is not." I said, "Do you have the ingredients? I'll make you breakfast."
He was not polite and said, "There are only simple ones, but I will buy them right away."
Breakfast was a no-brainer and was done quickly.
It was already six o'clock in the morning, and the air was very fresh.
We sat down to eat together, and he seemed very happy, saying, "It seems a little bit like we're already married."
"Me too." I said, "But I didn't expect that you actually invited me to drink."
And I counted the bottles in the morning, we drank four bottles, no wonder I was already unconscious, it was hard work for him to be so thin and still carry me to the bed.
He laughed and said, "Of course not, but you are so drunk, what can my body do to you?"
I knew in my heart that he was just making an excuse, but I was really curious: "Did you suddenly change your mind?"
He froze for a moment, but didn't speak.
"I didn't look forced yesterday, did I?" I asked, "Did I say something I shouldn't have said when I was drunk?"
"Not at all." He opened his mouth now, with a somewhat lonely expression: "It's my own fault."
I glanced at him cautiously, wondering if this guy didn't just hurt his leg?But dare not ask.
But he saw what I meant, "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing." I said hastily.
He smiled: "Don't worry, it's not physical."
Then I became nervous: "Are you also mentally ill?"
"No," he shook his head immediately, "I will explain it when the time is right."
I said: "As long as it's not because I said something in my sleep that I shouldn't have said."
He narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "What did you dream about?"
"Dreams of nothing."
(End of this chapter)