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Chapter 65: Chen Feng Drunk

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    After leaving Xinxin's house, Chen Feng's mind was in a mess, like a broken radio that he couldn't find a station, and it was "buzzing".  He rode not far and stopped under a big tree.

    What happened today caught him off guard.  Before preparing to confide in Xinxin, he had also imagined Xinxin's reaction and envisioned many possible outcomes, but he absolutely never thought of today's outcome.

    Until now, he still feels like a dream, because the contrast between before and after is too great, as if a comedy and a tragedy have been carelessly edited together.  How happy and harmonious they were in the beginning, the passionate kiss, the pleasant lunch, and then the tense and exciting painting of nude portraits.  But what happened later didn't follow the laws of life at all, and he couldn't find a corresponding logic anyway.  Although thunderstorms may fall immediately when the sun is shining brightly in summer, there is still a sign after all, and you can see dark clouds or something.  Today, there is no sign of what happened to them, just like people happily walking on the Rainbow Bridge, but never dreaming that the newly built bridge will suddenly collapse.

    Chen Feng seemed to have fallen into an abyss, and wanted to climb up, but he had no strength at all, not even any hope.  He was extremely frustrated and sad, and Xinxin's decisive words still rang in his ears: "I don't want to see you anymore, your heart is already tied to Yang Xin's body, it is a knot, and we can all untie it."  If you don¡¯t open it, it¡¯s still the bridge to the bridge and the road to return from now on!¡±

    "The bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road", when Chen Feng thought of this sentence, he felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help shivering.

    The sun was already westward, and the forest made of reinforced concrete blocked its remaining light.  The sky seemed to have melted into a touch of ink, and it began to turn a little black.

    Chen Feng rode forward slowly for a while, and when he saw a food stall by the side of the road, he felt a sense of drinking to drown his sorrows, leading him to stop involuntarily.

    The proprietress greeted him warmly.  There were not many people in the restaurant.  Chen Feng chose a table by the window and sat down, ordered a bottle of white wine, and ordered two random dishes.

    Chen Feng himself never drank alcohol unless he was extremely sad.  During the time when Yang Xin had just left, he often drank his sorrows and was always drunk.  And then never drank alone again.

    Strong wine and sorrow have been friends since ancient times.  Today, Chen Feng felt that it was not that he wanted to drink, but that the wine was calling him, calling for his sadness and misery.

    After sitting down, Chen Feng thought to himself, how is Xinxin doing now?  He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Xinxin, but he thought again, would she answer it?  Will my phone call make her more angry and sad?  Alas, it's true that neither the left nor the right is in a dilemma!  Now she was in a rage, like a fully inflated balloon, he was afraid that she would blow her up by accident.

    However, he had to explain to her and show her his love.  So after hesitating again and again, he still dialed Xinxin's number.  But he only heard two rings back, and the phone was disconnected.  Chen Feng knew that Xinxin had interrupted the call on purpose, but he was not discouraged. He was going to keep dialing until she picked it up, just like the first time.  He thought she would be moved by him.  However, he thought wrongly, when he dialed Xinxin's phone again, the message on the other end was "Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off".

    Listening to the notification tone from the mobile phone, Chen Feng felt desperate, bursts of sadness welled up in his heart, and tears filled his eyes.  He lowered his head and endured it for a while, waiting for the tears to dry before raising his head again.

    The proprietress has already served him a set of cutlery and a bottle of liquor.  Chen Feng didn't wait for the food to come, he put his mobile phone in his pocket, took the wine bottle and opened it, without even using the wine glass, just tilted his neck, poured the wine into his mouth, and drank several gulps in one go.  He felt like a ball of fire fell into his stomach, it was hot and burning, and his throat was also hot, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.

    The proprietress brought a cold dish, she was a little strange seeing him drinking like this, but she didn't say anything, thinking that he was just another alcoholic.  There are all kinds of people who drink, and she sees them a lot.

    However, Chen Feng's weirdness caught the attention of the other table.  There are four people at this table, all of them are bald, and they are all young, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and the oldest one will not exceed twenty years old.  While eating and drinking, the four bald heads glanced at Chen Feng and whispered to each other.

    It is inconvenient to drink directly from the mouth of the bottle, so Chen Feng had to use a cup.  He poured himself a drink, toasted again and again, and quickly went down half a bottle.  Chen Feng's alcohol capacity was good, but because he was drinking on an empty stomach, he soon felt the strength of the alcohol rising, and the weight on his head seemed to increase a lot, and it was as if a piece of dog skin plaster had been pasted between his eyebrows.  , dizzy.

    In fact, the so-called drinking to drown your sorrows is just like this, using physical pain??

    Chen Feng finished his juice and ate a few mouthfuls of vegetables, then got up and went to the counter to pay the bill and leave.

    "Aren't you finished eating? Why don't you take a break before leaving?" the proprietress said with concern.

    Chen Feng said gratefully: "Thank you, it's getting dark, I have to go, I'm fine."

    As Chen Feng said, he took out money, a stack of red bills worth several hundred yuan, and he handed one to the proprietress.

    When the proprietress was looking for money, she peeked at the bald men staring at Chen Feng, so she whispered, "Put the money in."

    Chen Feng didn't speak, as if he didn't hear, he put the money in his trouser pocket, and walked out.  He also staggered a little when he walked.

    Outside, it was already dark for a long time, but the moon had already risen, and there were lights at the entrance of the store, so it was not very dark.

    When Chen Feng just arrived at the door, four bald heads also came over, one paid the bill, and the three followed Chen Feng.  The cashier said to the proprietress: "We have come here more than once, you should know how to take care of repeat customers."

    "Yes, I give you a lot of money every time." The proprietress said with a smile on her face, looking out as she spoke, feeling very worried about Chen Feng.

    "Don't look!" The bald man who paid the bill said coldly.

    Outside, the three bald heads saw that Chen Feng was in front of the motorcycle and wanted to push the cart. The big bald head stepped forward, patted Chen Feng on the shoulder behind him and said, "Dude, the money is gone!"

    Chen Feng didn't turn his face away, and said: "Thank you, you can pick it up, I don't want it anymore."

    "Then how can I do it? I don't mind picking up money, come, I'll put it in your trouser pocket." The bald man stretched out his hand to Chen Feng's trouser pocket where he put the money just now.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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