"All the birds have gone from a thousand mountains, dropped one shoe, good, talented, so talented, applause..."
Watching Leng Yan standing on the tabletop, holding a wine bottle, reciting poems while applauding himself, everyone’s expression at the moment was, "..."
This was the first time Han Luoqi saw Leng Yan drunk, and his reaction scared her.
If Li Bai heard these poems, he would probably climb out of his coffin, right?
Xia Weibao, who had just been playing drinking games, was dragged over by Leng Yan to recite poems together.
Xia Weibao expressed disdain; she really couldn’t come up with such poems!
She was thinking of asking Xu Jiayang to take his Leng Yan away, but Xu Jiayang was sitting in the corner, drinking by himself.
Seeing the pile of wine bottles in front of him, it seemed his condition wasn’t much better...
"Director Xu, Director Xu."
Xia Weibao kicked Xu Jiayang, Xu Jiayang lifted his blurry eyes, staring intently at her.
"Oh, I’ll take him home."
Xu Jiayang said, somewhat wobbly as he stood up.
This sight was quite alarming.
Both seemed drunk, so it definitely wasn’t safe to let two drunkards go back by themselves, so Han Luoqi took the two home.
And Xia Shi took Xia Weibao and Zhuang Xuejun home.
Xia Weibao had also drunk tonight, so she did not dare to drive.
After sending Xu Jiayang and Leng Yan home, Han Luoqi was a bit worried; both were drunk, won’t they get into trouble?
Xu Jiayang waved his hand, "No problem, I can take care of him."
Han Luoqi checked and made sure Xu Jiayang was just a little unsteady on his feet but was still quite lucid, so he left.
Xu Jiayang was just slightly intoxicated, while Leng Yan was truly drunk.
And President Leng’s way of being drunk was different from others; others might rant when drunk, he changed classical poems, and in a way that could infuriate the original authors.
Xu Jiayang was feeling down today, and didn’t bother with him, letting him go crazy on his own.
So Leng Yan wrapped himself in a blanket, hugged a pillow, and recited poems to the pillow as if singing a lullaby to a child.
"During the Qingming Festival, when rain falls in torrents, if you’re going to break up, let’s do it together."
"War flames burning for three months, I love Yueyue the most."
"Where are the mountains when the country falls, you die but I’m still around."
"Turning back with one smile, a myriad of charms come to life, you always overeat at meals."
"My heart delights in you, but you do not know, once you know, we’ll have to eat chicken."
"Born with a lovely face, it’s hard to abandon, you’re at most just a fart..."
As he recited, he ended up kissing the pillow.
Xu Jiayang watched him for a while from the room, making sure that tonight he was just hugging the pillow, and not hugging the toilet brush, and then left him alone.
He went downstairs, took a bottle of alcohol from the fridge, and sat on the sofa brooding while drinking.
Today, his mood was very bad, extremely bad.
He couldn’t understand how two friends, who used to be so close, could have ended up .
Chu Ying, the woman he once liked, had gone mad.
Wan Ke, the man he once treated like a brother, had also fallen from grace and suffered disgrace.
Why did it come to this.
Unable to figure it out, he took another fierce swig of beer and then stared blankly ahead.
Footsteps came from behind, then someone dived onto the couch from behind him.
Leng Yan staggered up, caressing Xu Jiayang’s body as he climbed up.
"Ah Yang, don’t feel sad about those people, they’re not... *hic*... worth it."
Xu Jiayang turned his head and looked at the man beside him, swimming in drunkenness, barely able to stand yet forcing himself up.
"How did you get out here?"
"I came... *hic*... I came to keep you company, don’t be sad, you still have... *hic*... you still have me..."