Episode 1

"Yang Jiali, drink, drink more!"

"I'll get you drunk today—"

Yang Jiali stood up tremblingly as he listened to the clamor in his ear.

His eyes were dense with blood and drunkenness, and a trace of calmness and sobriety supported by him, like the last dead leaf hanging on a dry branch, teetering.

Suppressing the feeling of vomiting in his stomach, he smiled at the man who had passed the wine glass next to him and said, "But Guan Lord, I really can't do it."

The man sneered: "Men can't say they can't. How do you accompany this wine. You're such a loser"

Yang Jiali laughed dryly and said to his heart, he was just a little star who was coaxed by his agent to accompany him. In this box, the man sitting in the box was rich and arrogant, and he was always asking him to drink. Fuck.

With this method of persuasion, the dead can be fed alive.

If it weren't for resources for his assembled team, he'd have to suffer. In the usual time, someone would dare to pour him so desperately. According to his violent temper and whoever he is, he would have to punch him back to his mother’s womb with a fist. In the womb, let him experience what is the offering of love.

Yang Jiali held the table and said with a hoarse voice: "Guan Lord, I really can't drink anymore. Please forgive me."

The man snorted, showing dissatisfaction and threats: "Yang Jiali, you are not as good as a dog. Letting you drink is to give you face, understand?"

He raised his glass, his voice getting colder: "Either drink it or get out, choose it."

Yang Jiali clenched his fists abruptly and pinched his nails into his palm.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and snatched the wine glass from the man's hand.

Fifty-five degrees liquor, dry in one mouth.

A boisterous laugh broke out on the wine table.

Amidst the laughter, Yang Jiali's feet weakened and he almost fell to the ground.

There were stars in front of his eyes, vomit was rising and his stomach was burning.

Yang Jiali suspected that he might be played to death today.

After three rounds of wine, that group of men have not enjoyed themselves yet.

One of them came up with an idea again, pointed at Yang Jiali arrogantly, and yelled like calling a cat or dog: "Yang Jiali, don't you know how to sing? What are you doing here, sing a few songs for fun, go."

Yang Jiali clutched his stomach: "Brother Liu, you hear my voice drink like this. It's worse than playing a huqin. You are not afraid to get your ears dirty."

"If I let you go, you just go," Brother Liu threw a few bills over, and said impatiently, "Don't be shameless."

Yang Jiali stared at the bills soaked in wine and took a deep breath.

He said with a foxy smile: "Okay, then I'll sing "Dancing Girl's Tears" to you."

Just in line with his current mood.

"I don't want to listen to this."

"Then tell me, what do you want to listen to."

Brother Liu kicked off the chair, walked to the front of the karaoke table in the box, tickled the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the screen: "Just sing this song."

Yang Jiali raised his eyelids and looked at it, ashamedly.

This was a pornographic song. It was very blue.

Compared with the bold and wild scale of the song, the chicken sisters who had been up and down in the whorehouse for decades appear innocent and shy, like the white lotus in the pond, clean and untainted.

Yang Jiali's smile couldn't be stretched anymore.

With a red ear, he pointed to the screen: "Brother Liu, this song is not great, okay, can we play something fresh and refined."

Brother Liu: "What do you think you are, just an actor, can you sing or not?"

A microphone was given to Yang Jiali.

There was a melody in the speaker, and the lights flashed all over the box crazily.

Yang Jiali squeezed the microphone and felt the smirking gazes of these masters behind him. He felt like a plucked bird, shame and powerless, shivering in the cold wind alone.

Yang Jiali closed his eyes, knowing that he might have been humiliated to the end.

He gritted his teeth and was about to break the jar and open his mouth to sing. Suddenly behind him, the Guan Lord steward's cry: "Wait, don't sing."

Brother Liu, who encouraged Yang Jiali to sing sex songs, was dissatisfied: "Lao Guan, what are you doing."

Guan Load's expression became more serious, and his knuckles knocked on the table: "Mr Ye is here."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the people on the table changed, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Mr. Ye actually came, it's rare."

"Didn't he engage in capital operations in the United States with his father, is he back?"

"I have just returned to the country a few days ago. I heard that this time we are going to take root here."

Before Yang Jiali could react, the box door was pushed open.

A man came in from outside.

Black shirt and black trousers, shiny leather shoes, imposing.

The face was masculine, but there was no smile on his face, his expression was cold, and there was more oppression and alienation for no reason.

Standing in the corner, Yang Jiali was stunned when he saw the man's profile.

The crazy lantern shined on Yang Jiali's face mottled and embarrassed, his face was flushed with extreme shock.

Even if the person in front of him had been burned to ashes and put into the ashes pot, he could identify him by the smell.

Ye Ting.

His four-year college roommate and ex-boyfriend.

Back then, he and Ye Ting were well-known male couples in the School of Economics of the University of Commerce.

The whole academy knew that Yang Jiali, whose mind was off-line, had a boyfriend, Ye Ting, the cold and steady chairman of the student union.

Relying on Ye Ting's relationship and prestige, Yang Jiali was able to walk arrogantly in academy and didn’t get a hit.

Ye Ting was also a peerless boyfriend, and he wanted to spoil Yang Jiali so much.

Others were always cowering in front of Ye Ting, and they had to put their words on the scale before daring to spit out.

Only Yang Jiali, even if he jumped onto Ye Ting's back and used him as a donkey in front of everyone, and then raised his arms and shouted Demacia. It is estimated that Ye Ting would only look helpless and shout long live in cooperation.

But even if they were so sweet, they ended up without a problem in the end, and they had a bad breakup.

When they graduated from the senior year, they broke up under the heath tree that exuded the smell of mystical philosophy at the east gate of the school.

Others speculated about the reason for the breakup. Some people said that Yang Jiali finally angered Ye Ting, and some people said that Ye Ting found a more handsome boy and cheated.

In short, opinions varied.

The reason for this is only clear to them.

Ye Ting entered the box, and first nodded to the men on the wine table and exchanged greetings.

After receiving a round of flattery, Ye Ting walked slowly to the corner and stood in front of the embarrassed Yang Jiali.

Yang Jiali felt extremely embarrassed.

Homosexuals who were able to hold hands boldly and enthusiastically with a secular vision back then, now, one was a powerful person who was probably surrounded by people and did... um.

The other, dirty wine stains all over his face, blood red eyes, was humiliated here for resources and money.

Ye Ting stared at Yang Jiali for a long time, thoughtfully.

After a long while, he stretched out his hand in a cold voice: "It's you, long time no see."

Yang Jiali lowered his head slightly, staring at Ye Ting's outstretched hand, his heart trembled.

This hand once held his hand, wrapped his waist, used to wrap him with a scarf on a snowy day, and stroked his face countless times, using gentle force to explain the full of distress and love.

Yang Jiali had a slight fever in his eyes.

He hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, trying to hold Ye Ting's hand back.

Ye Ting seemed to be impatient, before Yang Jiali touched him, he withdrew his hand without hesitation and turned around indifferently.

Yang Jiali stretched out his hand and froze.

Inexplicably, my heart seemed to have been cut with a knife, aching.

A master yelled at Yang Jiali: "Yang, what are you doing, winking, come over to accompany Mr. Ye for a drink."

Yang Jiali lost his soul and sat back at the dining table.

Ye Ting was really mature now, his family background, ability and status were the most remarkable among the pile of masters, no one dared not give him face.

Yang Jiali only looked at the people in the audience and offered Ye Ting a few cups in kind, but no one dared to persuade Ye Ting to drink.

The wine bureau was over, and the second generations of the rich masters bid farewell and dispersed.

It was difficult for Yang Jiali to stand, because he drank too much alcohol, his stomach hurt, and his calf was sore

He leaned on the wine table and tried to stand up.

Ye Ting didn't even look at him, and put on his jacket.

When he was about to leave, he looked at Yang Jiali with a cold eye: "Can't stand up?"

Yang Jiali: "No, it's okay..."

There was no emotion in Ye Ting's voice: "Obviously, your drinking volume is poor, and you still go to the wine bureau to accompany them, how come you have become so tacky now."

Yang Jiali's eyes were as drunk as a rabbit.

He raised his head and snorted: "Life is bitter and I have to open business. I have to make a living too."

Ye Ting snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and picked up Yang Jiali.

He took Yang Jiali, who was sloppy, to the outside of Wennan Mansion.

Yang Jiali shivered from the cold.

Ye Ting hired a rental car and stuffed Yang Jiali in: "Tell me the address with the driver."

Yang Jiali was lying on the window, staring at Ye Ting with drunken eyes like two puppies.

Ye Ting frowned: "What do you want to say."

Yang Jiali said dazedly: "Thank you for helping me."

Ye Ting said, "It's a piece of cake."

Yang Jiali was already getting drunk and getting dizzy, and he didn't speak through his brain: "Ye Ting, how are you doing these years."

Ye Ting nodded: "Very good."

Yang Jiali let out a flabbergasted voice: "That's right, looking at your posture, the hair is full of the aura of successful people. It's good, good."

He rolled his Adam's apple and couldn't help asking again: "Then you—"

Ye Ting interrupted coldly, "None of your Business."

Yang Jiali lowered his eyelids: "I see."

The scene was embarrassing, Yang Jiali suddenly saw the luxury car parked next to them came out a boy.

The boy was quite young, his whole person was full of vigor, and he looked like a hearty character who loves to laugh.

The boy walked up to Ye Ting and said with a smile, "Brother Ting, why is it so long."

Ye Ting looked at him, had a rare chuckle, and said, "I make you wait for a long time, so I'm leaving now. Isn't it cold, or should I take off my coat for you?"

The boy shook his head: "No need."

Ye Ting turned his head to Yang Jiali, his tone becoming impatient: "Do you have anything to say."

Yang Jiali: "It's gone now."

Ye Ting: "Yeah."

He turned around and walked back to the car with the boy.

Yang Jiali saw Ye Ting open the door for the boy, and put his hand on the top to prevent him from knocking his head. He was careful and pampered, as if a treasure was in his arms.

Yang Jiali watched the lights of the luxury car fade away in the dark.

For a long time, he retracted his gaze and leaned on the car seat. He was jealous.

The driver in front waited anxiously and asked, "Young man, where are you going? Give me an address."

Yang Jiali swallowed, just about to speak, the acid in his stomach suddenly rushed up.

He panicked to take out the stomach medicine from the inside pocket of his clothes.

Before the medicine was taken out, he could only slam into the car door, staggering to the nearest trash can, holding the trash can, as if he was like a poor pye-dog. After being thrown away, no one cares, he can only feed from the dirty garbage.

He couldn't stand still, thumped and fell to his knees, and then he vomited into the dark.

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