Chapter 12

This is the benchmark of the city.

Although there are people coming and going in this big city, it makes people more lonely.

Zhou Zeyu was waiting for the traffic lights at the crossroads. He looked at the passers-by and thought about some things he didn't have.

"Ah, handsome! Leave a phone number Asked a fashionable girl in the side car.

Zhou Zeyu glanced sideways, gently raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile, "do you like my people or my car?"

I thought that this would make the girl have nothing to say, but unexpectedly, the girl was still smiling and said with a slightly coquettish tone: "of course, you are the one who likes you. You are so handsome, it's hard for people not to remember you, but your car is also good, and I also..."

Before the girl finished speaking, seeing the green light, Zhou Zeyu stepped on the gas and sped away. He could still hear the girl's curse behind him.

Zhou Zeyu chuckled and laughed at the world in his heart. Is this society progressing too fast.

I'm really depressed. Zhou Zeyu didn't like drinking, but he ordered the strongest one tonight.

Zhou Zeyu and Yang Jiayang are regular customers in this bar, but every time they come, they always find a small bag and make an appointment with three or five friends. They are happy.

"Brother Yu, don't want a small bag today?" Asked the boss.

"No, I just want to see these crazy young people here today. You don't have to worry about me. Go ahead." Zhou Zeyu looked at the people in the bar. They were all in groups, drinking and playing wildly.

Looking at this kind of youth, Zhou Zeyu doubted his age even more. He was 30 years old and still young, but he didn't have their passion. His bitter wine was even more bitter.

"Well, a person, still drink so strong wine." Yang Jiayang finally appeared.

Zhou Zeyu asked, "what to drink?"

Yang Jiayang took back the smile on his face just now, sat down next to Zhou Zeyu and said, "it's strong."

"The same." Zhou Zeyu pointed to his glass and said to the waiter.

The waiter handed Yang Jiayang a glass of wine just like Zhou Zeyu. Yang took a big sip of it. Yang Jiayang's face was twisted with a painful expression. "Brother, don't treat me like this. It's too bad."

Zhou Zeyu held up his glass and observed for a moment. He took a sip. His face looked like enjoyment. He said slowly, "is it hard to drink? I think it's not bad, the taste of life. "

"I'll go. When did you become so sour? You still have the taste of life. Come on, what can I do for you? " Yang Jiayang went straight to the subject and said to the waiter, "beer."

"It's OK. If you are abused at home, come out and breathe." Zhou Zeyu took the beer from Yang Jiayang and said.

After hearing this, Yang Jiayang felt the same way. He touched a glass with Zhou Zeyu excitedly and said: "I'm a brother, and I'm the same. I was forced to marry the emperor and the queen at home. Fortunately, a phone call from you saved me. I'm very grateful. Today is also strange. My cousin from other places sent a picture of her children to my mother. My mother forced me to marry with my father and several relatives. You said I was shot while I was lying down. Do you think I was unjust, unjust... "

Listening to Yang Jiayang's feeling, Zhou Zeyu said with a bitter smile: "come on, you boy, I don't know you. Stop playing. Listen to your parents, choose a reliable woman and get married quickly."

"I just want to play for a few more years. I don't want to be bound by marriage so early. what about you? For so many years, not nearly a woman, a saint, do you plan to wait like this all the time? "

Do you have to wait all the time? Zhou Zeyu has been asking himself this question all these years.

"I don't know." In three simple words, what he said was how helpless he was. Zhou Zeyu drank a whole bottle of beer in one gulp. At the moment, he didn't even know the taste of the wine.

"Brother, I'm different from you. I don't have such a noble view of love. I just don't want to get married..." Yang Jiayang also drank a whole bottle of beer in one gulp.

"Jiayang, how many ex girlfriends have you really loved?" Zhou Zeyu changes the topic. He just wants to get some information about Su Xiaoran from Yang Jiayang.

Yang Jiayang thought for a moment, said with a smile: "no, but interesting, there are one or two."

Zhou Zeyu didn't understand what Yang Jiayang meant. Since he didn't love him, why did he want to be together.

Yang Jiayang then said: "I think the most interesting thing is Su Xiaoran. I just want to kiss her. She wants me to be responsible and marry her. It's funny. I don't want her person. Why do I marry her? Besides, even if I want her person, I don't have to marry her. She is so terrible that I run away directly However, you really do not say, leave her, I often miss her, is also strange Su Xiaoran, the man who asked you to pick up yesterday, do you remember? "

"Yes, it's special." Zhou Zeyu drank the wine silently. How could he not remember it? It was because of Su Xiaoran that he was so worried now.

Zhou Zeyu and Yang Jiayang talked about the bitterness in their hearts, sarcastic each other and comforting each other. They drank one mouthful at a time, and empty bottles became more and more.