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1
This time, I drank too much and don't know what I said or did at the banquet. All I remember is repeatedly promising, "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely do this project for you!" The next day, I woke up with a splitting headache.
I called middleman: "Bro, I remember he promised to give me the project yesterday?"
middleman replied: "That's what he said, but do you remember what you said?"
"What did I say?" Although I knew what I said, a part of my conscience still wanted others to think that I was just talking nonsense after drinking, making them feel that I wasn't that despicable.
middleman pondered for a while and then said, "You've said what needs to be said."
Another round, a big round, with many people. office has me and Honghong, and also fat pig and middleman.
At the table, I toast others and drink with them.
When others toast me, I never refuse.
Over the years, I have also been "tested by alcohol." Under normal circumstances, drinking 1.5 kilograms of 52% alcohol baijiu is no problem for me.
Today, I just want alcohol to anesthetize the remaining "human" consciousness in me, so I will feel less pain and more relief. But the more I try, the less I achieve that effect. Even though my steps are unsteady and my tongue is tied, my consciousness is still there. There are also people challenging me with a glass of alcohol, they are all " fat pig " people, and I cannot refuse their drinks. "Let me drink two glasses for my husband." Honghong stood up gracefully.
This is the first time she called me "husband" in public, and it hurt me deeply.
As the world spins around me, I am reflecting: Have I ever treated her as my wife beyond the physical relationship?
But at this moment, she called me "husband"!
In my remaining consciousness, I saw Honghong drinking, one glass after another.
...
Amidst the complex thoughts, many people were bidding me farewell.
I don't know what to do next.
Let me drink myself to death!
3
middleman said goodbye to Honghong when leaving: "Sis, I'm out." Then he patted me: "You'll be fine!"
Am I still okay?
What counts as okay, and what counts as not okay?
As the alcohol takes effect, I can't open my eyes, but my ears are still working.
"What are you doing?" Honghong exclaimed.
"Didn't your buddy Tuhai tell you?" fat pig said wickedly.
"Tell me what?" Honghong asked suspiciously.
"Tonight, you are mine!" fat pig said.
"Get lost!" Honghong angrily shouted, " brother Tuhai will slaughter you!"
"Slaughter me?" The fat man sneered, "I dare not speak for other circles, I dare not speak for other people, but your Ba Tuhai family, I can turn him back to his original form in a minute. As long as I say a word, not to mention him taking on projects, no one dares to use him even to move bricks at the construction site!"
"I don't believe you, you're talking nonsense!" Honghong.
"I'm talking nonsense?" fat pig sneered, "I don't like to eat forcibly twisted melons, forcibly twisted melons are not sweet. Take him with you.
Tomorrow, just tomorrow morning, or here, you come, wear the cheongsam from last time!"
"If you don't come, I will make you and your brother Tuhai see the consequences very soon."
The last threatening words were squeezed out from fat pig's teeth.
4
I am still conscious, but my feet are out of control.
Honghong lifted one of my arms onto her shoulder, half-carrying and half-supporting me into the elevator. After we exited the hotel, she called a taxi to take me inside. During this time, a hotel staff member approached to help her, but she yelled at them like a frightened animal, "Stay away, don't come near!"
Was she afraid of losing me?
Once we returned to our place, she helped me onto the bed, took off my clothes, and wiped my face.
Next, I fell asleep. Honghong was pinned under fat pig, helplessly shouting to me, "Brother Ba Tuhai, save me!" I couldn't move my feet, couldn't say anything, couldn't open my mouth. The fat guy finally succeeded, satisfied and content.
Honghong died without a sound, without a struggle. Those beautiful big eyes just stared at me as the body twitched. In those eyes, there was disappointment, despair, and sadness. I screamed and struggled desperately.
I fell off the bed, drenched in sweat. It was just a dream.
Was it a dream?
The alarm clock at the head of the bed showed two o'clock in the morning. Honghong sat blankly on the chair at the head of the bed, with empty eyes, as if it were a soulless shell.
5
Do I still have a soul?
She didn't ask anything, and I didn't say anything.
"But she seemed to know everything and believed that bastard fat pig. ' brother Tuhai, let's go back to our hometown,' Honghong said, with pleading eyes. I remained silent."
"I've been saving the money you gave me. Let's find a place to start a small business. You said you like daughters, right? I'll give you two!"
I was speechless.
She didn't speak anymore. She understood everything.
She began to sit down and shovel breakfast into her mouth.
I thought she would cry a lot, even rush over to grab my face, or slap me hard.
But she didn't, she just shoveled food into her mouth.
After dinner, she sat down as if no one else was there and started putting on makeup, carefully drawing her eyebrows and painting her lips a bright red. Then she took out the Pink qipao that I had personally helped her choose from the wardrobe... As she changed clothes, her movements were very slow, and I thought she was waiting for my final change. I pushed the door open and left, feeling lost and confused.
I didn't wear a helmet, hopped on the motorcycle and hit the national highway. I twisted the throttle to the maximum, letting the wind whistle past my ears as I sped like lightning. There was a small van ahead, but I continued to charge forward without slowing down. The driver noticed my reckless behavior in the rearview mirror and accelerated desperately.
I chased, he ran, he ran to the limit, but I still caught up with him. The front wheel of my motorcycle touched the back of the van, and it spun, crashing diagonally onto the roadside. I flew off the motorcycle, falling down like a cloud.
6
I came out of the hospital, it was already half a month later.
I'm not dead. Under the embankment is a villager's paddy field. It was just flooded, and I fell into the villager's paddy field. Apart from some bruises and a slight concussion, I survived. I sent my deputy to sign a contract with fat pig, and it went smoothly. We also quickly received the advance payment.
But I lost my Honghong.
The money I gave her is still there, and her fragrance lingers on my pillow.
I don't know if this is the outcome I wanted, but I have gained and lost.
Ba Tuhai Wiping my face, not hiding my loss of control:
Since then, I have indulged, why should others be able to take away my woman? I retaliated crazily, with no specific target, I have money, and money can make the world go round!
But the more I do this, the more I feel empty, the more I feel that life is really meaningless.
The current me is just a mindless zombie who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun.
Losing one's soul is the most pitiful thing.
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