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16 Drunk Together and Their Own Concerns

After returning from the pier ride, Zhou Ping and Luo Fan drank some wine in the hotel.

I can't remember the name of the wine, but there are many varieties - dry white, red wine, beer, white wine, and even medicinal wine soaked in geckos.

Luo Fan's wine is not good, it belongs to the kind that will get drunk after drinking half a glass, but the wines on the table at the front desk of the hotel are all taken from Luo Fan's own cellar; Zhou Ping's wine is slightly better, which probably It's because of his father who was a businessman. It's not that he can drink a lot, but he knows where his limit is, and he has a limit in his heart every time he drinks.

Even so, Luo Fan still sucked up the water in the cup with a "咻~", just like an old water pump.And Zhou Ping slowly closed his eyes listening to Luo Fan's voice, as if Luo Fan's throat was connected to Zhou Ping's stomach.

It is said that drunk people are either happy or have something on their minds.Now Luo Fan and Zhou Ping are more inclined to the latter.

Both of them have two things on their minds, one open and one dark.It was very clear that Luo Fan's SUV window was smashed when he went for a drive at the pier tonight, and Zhou Ping's glasses were crushed by Luo Fan's trampling; as for the dark matter, the two of them looked at each other but didn't say anything.

Fortunately, wine can slow down the brain, like a rusty clockwork.

After drinking the last glass of dry white, Luo Fan closed his eyes and walked straight up the stairs as if he was pulling a string with a ruler—back straightened, face raised, resisting the tumbling gastric juice and the smell of fermented wine in his nose, He walked straighter than when he was not drunk, and he changed from a "smooth little bastard" to a "polite young man".

And Zhou Ping walked behind Luo Fan, counting the number of steps Luo Fan took while walking——

Seven, eight, nine...

At the tenth step, Luo Fan fell into Zhou Ping's arms.As soon as Luo Fan touched Zhou Ping's shoulder, he couldn't stop crying, chanting "grandma~grandma" all the time.

And Zhou Ping struggled to carry Luo Fan up the stairs.To Zhou Ping's ears, Luo Fan's current voice made his ears ringing a bit, like the sea breeze passing through the rusty barbed wire, "Yiyi la la~" made people feel uncomfortable all over.

Just like that, Zhou Pingsheng dragged Luo Fan into his room.But as soon as he got to his room, the stamina of the wine Zhou Ping had just drank picked up, and his head was dizzy.

"Hey, Luo Fan, wake up. I carried you upstairs. Your room is next to mine. Get up and go to sleep in your room."

Zhou Ping pushed Luo Fan who was lying motionless on his bed and said.He pushed for a long time and Luo Fan didn't wake up, but Luo Fan started to vomit, all over the bed sheet.

"Hematemesis~" Zhou Ping's right hand was covered with the filth that Luo Fan vomited out. Looking at it and smelling it, he unconsciously pinched his nose with his left hand and frowned, "It stinks~"

Immediately, Zhou Ping walked from the bedside to the door of the bathroom. Although the distance between the two was less than five meters, Zhou Ping circled several times as if walking from the entrance to the exit of a maze.Until he pressed his hot cheek against the cold stainless steel doorknob of the bathroom, and the two rubbed against each other to make a sound of "Zi-Zi-Zi-Liu".

Open the door a quarter, slide into the body, and close the door.

"Woooooooo~"

After turning on the shower head, Zhou Ping's world calmed down—as his skin was gradually moistened, Zhou Ping slowly sat down on the floor of the bathing place, like a ball of cotton soaked in alcohol and water.

Puddles of shampoo foam flowed into the drain, the thin teenager was holding his throat against the toilet, and the shower head was turned off.

The sound of Zhou Ping retching against the toilet in the bathroom, and the sound of Luo Fan's snoring after sleeping sounded from outside the bathroom.

Between the two voices is like floating fine dust that is invisible to the naked eye. This dust makes the words that the two people want to say in their hearts different from what they say.

Zhou Ping didn't really want to sleep after taking a shower. He sat in front of the table by the window, his vision was blurred, and he sat like this until the bright sunlight separated the room into two parts——

Zhou Ping was awake in the morning sun, and Luo Fan was snoring with his pillow in the faint shadows. Of course, the shadows themselves did not have the magic power to lure them to sleep.

There was still an electric kettle on the table, but it was not plugged in, and the water in the kettle was cold.Zhou Ping used the cold water from the jug to water the withered orchid grass on the window sill, and spilled the water without holding it steady, and it spilled onto the Mediterranean Sea above the head of a middle-aged man who went to buy breakfast early in the morning.

Zhou Ping quickly stretched out his hand, shrunk his head and ran to the washbasin to put a pot of water, and then connected the electric kettle to the power supply.

"What time is it, ahhh~"

Luo Fan stretched, and sat on Zhou Ping's bed with his pillow in his arms.

"Twenty past six."

"Then I'll sleep again. I drank too much wine last night, and my head hurts from swelling."

Luo Fan pulled up the yellow and white sheets from vomiting and got back under the covers.

"Do you want some hot water, I just boiled it."

Zhou Ping poured hot water into the glass with coffee, and then used a plastic spoon to grind it carefully until the sediment at the bottom of the cup was completely dissolved, then turned to look at Luo Fan.

But Luo Fan got under the covers and didn't answer, but there was a knock on the door...