C35

With an almost desolate yet tragic mood, Han Yuan drove away from the Hai Zhou newspaper's compound.

Rain began to fall on the previously sultry weather.

The weather forecast said the typhoon had arrived.

The summer of each year was the high season for typhoons in Haizhou. Tropical storms from the South Pacific, if they landed on the front of Haizhou, would often bring a violent storm to the city. In severe cases, the entire city would have its electricity cut off and the strong winds would uproot the ancient trees.

The wind got stronger and the rain got heavier and heavier.

Come on, what should come will eventually come, and what should go will leave as well.

As he drove around the streets blindly, Han Yuan wondered where he should go.

Hai Prefecture, a familiar yet foreign city.

There were his family, friends, and classmates. This was the place where his ancestors worked. This was where he lived. However, he felt that this place was so unfamiliar.

Now, as he drove, he wondered where he was going. Where can I go?

Home, he didn't want to go back. If he could, he would never want to go back to that house again. He would never want to see that face that made him feel disgust and despair. That was a land of death. There was no warmth, no warmth at all.

The orator is a haven from the wind, a habitat for the soul. However, he felt that his home was a grave, a cold grave, a place where he felt like he was suffocating and dying.

But unfortunately, in this place of death in his heart, there was still one person that he was concerned about, his son.

But now, he didn't want to go back either. He felt as if his heart was being torn apart piece by piece, leaving him with no way to sew it up.

He didn't want to go to his mother's house.

He didn't want to bring his grief and despair to his mother. His mother had already lost his father and was still in pain. He couldn't let his misfortune affect his mother any longer. He couldn't let his mother know about his situation. Absolutely not!

Where to?

He didn't know.

He had never been to any of those places. Even when he was in such a state of despair and grief, he would never have thought of going in there to indulge himself.

No, he had never indulged himself.

The red light lit up and the car stopped.

A torrential downpour rained down on the car windows. The scenery in front of them was blurry, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

In the car was that sad song, "Go Home", which made Han Yuan unconsciously burst into tears.

Go home, go home, how many people can't go home, how many people are homeless.

Go home, go home, how many families are looking forward to reunion, how many families are facing disintegration...

Han Yuan stared blankly at the blurry front and the pouring rain.

The car behind him honked its horn, urging him forward.

It was only then that he realized the green light had come on and that he should go.

Where to? Without a direction, he followed this road to the end.

The strong wind mixed with the heavy rain, the cars on the road moved forward with great difficulty, the big trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind and rain, and the large billboards were also blown shaky by the wind.

Those who struggled through the storm rushed home, but he had a home he didn't want to go back to.

The car could no longer drive, so Han Yuan casually turned into a nearby restaurant and got into the underground parking lot.

After he parked the car, he realized that he had accidentally arrived at the Licheng Restaurant.

Well, homeless people, let's get drunk again tonight!

Han Yuan came to the first floor and asked for a small room.

"Sir, may I ask how many of you are there?" the waitress asked.

There were very few customers in Typhoon Sky Restaurant, so Han Yuan found that many of the rooms were dark and empty.

"One." Han Yuan said.

The waitress looked at Han Yuan in disbelief, but didn't dare to ask.

He had never met a customer who came to the Licheng Restaurant to eat. It was really strange.

"Please order." The waiter took out a menu and passed it to Han Yuan.

Han Yuan didn't even look at him as he leaned back in his chair and said, "Buddha Jump Wall, Groper, Australian Lobster, Sea Ginseng Baked Rice, Squid Squid …" Two more bottles of Wuliangye Elixir! "

While recording the menu, the waitress gaped at the handsome and melancholy man in front of her. He ate so much and was so extravagant. All he ordered were the signature dishes of this place! Could he be here to eat an overlord's meal? From the looks of it, it didn't seem like it.

The customer was a god, so the waiter naturally didn't dare to say anything. He just followed the instructions.

Han Yuan raised his head and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

The unbearable scene from today appeared before his eyes once more.

Gu Yan had caused such a big trouble for him, making him lose all face and stay at work. He must get a divorce from her! Even if he died, he had to leave! Furthermore, she must snatch her son away. She must definitely not let him follow her!

Han Yuan's heart ached when he thought of his son. Divorce would definitely harm the child, but it would also harm the child. This was because he and Gu Yan could no longer live together. Together, they would torture and harm each other.

Hong'er, Daddy is sorry! I'm so sorry! Bringing you into this world full of joy and anticipation was originally meant to give you the best life, to give you all the happiness, but I didn't expect you to be born in such an unfortunate family!

Forgive me, my darling! Father will take you alone will love you even more, will do his best to give you happiness!

The dishes were served quickly and the wine was served.

Han Yuan had never drunk wine alone before. He wanted to set a precedent today, and he wanted to drink to his heart's content! If one wasn't drunk, he wasn't a real man. If one wasn't drunk, he wasn't a good man! Although it is more worrisome to drink a cup of wine, but heroes have always loved to drink wine since ancient times. I, Han Yuan, will also have a hearty drink today! He would not return until he was drunk!

One cup, two cups, one cup after another, Han Yuan quickly drank half a bottle. His face turned red, his mind became confused and his vision became blurry …

"Hehe, drink! "Let's do it!" Han Yuan looked at the shadow in front of him and laughed. "Cheers, friend!"

He seemed to hear the sad song "Cheers to Friends" in his ears:

Friend, you are going away today

Drink this wine

Forget the sorrow of the lonely brigade on the edge of the world

Once drunk to the end of the world.

Maybe from now on you're drifting

when you don't have to stop

Let's raise this glass of wine together

Cheers, my friend

Friend, you are going away today

Drink this wine

The sky is blue and free

You want to have

I wish that day would be free and unfettered

It will no longer be an extravagance

Let's raise this glass of wine again

Cheers, friends...

"F * ck!" Han Yuan only heard a pretty female voice before he heard the clinking of wine glasses. "Ding —"

Without hesitation, he finished another glass of wine.

"Good wine!" Han Yuan rolled his big tongue and said, "Full!"

"Good!" Full! " It was another pretty female voice, and the wine cup was filled to the brim.

"Come, brother, let's drink together!"

Han Yuan heard it vaguely, but he felt that it was very true. Someone was drinking with him, pouring wine for him, and calling him "brother".

Haha, good!" "Haargh!" Han Yuan laughed. "You, who are you?

"Brother, take a good look. Do you recognize me?"

Han Yuan struggled to open his eyes and forcefully blinked his eyes. He saw it clearly!

"Ah — Blue —!" Han Yuan shouted. "Is that you?"

"Yes, brother!" It's me! " A'Lan looked at Han Yuan with a pained expression. After not seeing him for a few days, Han Yuan's brows were knit even tighter and he looked even more haggard.

Just now when she was passing by, she discovered that someone was drinking by themselves in this small room. He couldn't help but speak to himself and stick his head in to take a look. He didn't expect it to be Han Yuan.

Why was he drinking alone? And it was in this stormy weather that he came here alone for a drink.

At this time, everyone was rushing home, so how could he run out by himself? Forget about his wife and children?

"Ha!" A Lan, drink with your brother! "Drink!" Han Yuan grabbed A Lan's arm. "Come, cheers, cheers!"

Blue touches him again and does it.

Han Yuan drank it all in one gulp.

He had never seen him drink wine so openly. Every time he was asked to drink, he would say, "I can't —" but today, he was fighting to drink.

Something must have happened to him, something he couldn't get out of, something he couldn't get out of.

Aaron tried to dissuade him from drinking. He was already half drunk, and he would soon be drunk.

However, she couldn't bear to persuade him otherwise. It was rare for him to let himself drink so happily, so let him drink!

He was holding a good wine, so it wouldn't hurt his body too much even if he was drunk.

"Bro, you have something —" A Lan looked at Han Yuan and poured another cup for him. "Tell me, maybe I can help you —"

Han Duo raised his wine cup and shook it, staring at the pure white liquid as if it were a woman's tears.

However, he could clearly feel that his heart was crying, and he couldn't stop crying. It was just like this wine that couldn't be drunk.

"Hehe, it's alright. I'm fine, I just want to drink. Come, drink up!" Han Yuan held the cup up in front of A-Lan. "Drink with your brother. Come, let's drink!"

A Lan poured a little for herself and clinked glasses with Han Yuan.

"Bro, it's about time. Let's not drink anymore, okay?" I'll send you home! " Ah Lan said.

She had heard that the typhoon was going to land in Daxing town, a few dozen kilometers away from Haizhou. The storm would be even more devastating, so she wanted to return home as soon as possible.

"Hehe, I'm not going home. I want to drink wine, drink wine — —" Han Yuan smiled bitterly, his eyes actually shining with tears. "Drink with me, come!"

"Bro —" A'Lan felt that Han Yuan was really drunk. She didn't want to carry him home while he was completely drunk. That would tire her to death! She had already tried it once.

"Is it my sister? Is that so? " Han Yuan stared at her and said.

A'Lan nodded. "Yes."

"If you want to drink with me, then don't talk nonsense!" "Drink!" Han Yuan poured himself another glass and downed it.

"Brother, you …" A'Lan looked at him with a pained expression. She wanted to stop him, but she couldn't.

Han Yuan was no longer willing to listen to his advice. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it, laughing and tearing up at the same time. Seeing this, A'Lan's heart ached to death.

Han Yuan finished pouring out the bottle of wine, then temporarily put down the wine cup and laid on the table.

"Brother, what's wrong?" "Tell me, I am your most faithful listener —"

Han Yuan shook his head and staggered to his feet.

"Brother, where are you going?" A'Lan hurried over to support him. "I'll take you home!"

"No, I'm not going home! I don't have a home! "No!" Han Yuan said firmly.