get drunk

"Hey, I'm in...Oli Restaurant, you...come, come and pick me up." Hearing the voice of Oliver speaking with a big tongue coming from the mobile phone, I was not angry. This is the first few times this week. Up? "You wait where you are, and I'll be right there." Leon hung up, put on a coat in a hurry, and drove into the car to pick up people. Before the car stopped, I saw Oliver and the other person from a distance, with their heads pressed against their heads, talking, watching both of them drink until they can't stand still. Leon gritted his teeth and parked the car, wiped his face, and put on a fake entertainment-only smile. "Hello. I'll pick up Oliver." Leon walked up to the two of them, dragged Oliver to his side, and greeted each other. The man was obviously too drunk. He stared at him for a long time before he stretched out a hand leisurely, grabbed Leon's arm, and shouted enthusiastically: "Hello, you are Brother Wu. Hello Hello." Oliver squinted his eyes, stared at Leon’s arm for a while, stretched out his hand and patted it directly, yelling vaguely, "Brother or brother, this is my wife, my wife, my husband, I... " Leon covered Oliver's mouth and stuffed more titles back into his stomach. She smiled embarrassedly at the other party, "You are drunk, how do you go back? Is anyone coming to pick you up? Or did you find a driver?" The other party's eyes straightened a little, and he waved his phone, "I have to walk again. I haven't made up 10,000 steps. The cover of the step count is not me. Let's go first." Leon saw that the other person spoke incoherently, and reconfirmed: "Did you drive? Should I call you a car without driving?" Oliver waited impatiently, pulling Leon to take the person out, whispering "home" in his ear. "No, no, let's go, I'll make up 10,000 steps." The other party insisted on making up the number of steps. Leon saw that he was still a little sober, and stopped insisting. He simply bid him farewell and pulled Oliver to enter. on. Leon threw him into the back seat, and the rear door slammed loudly. He returned to the driver's seat and yelled at Oliver, who was almost unconscious, "Next time you get so drunk again, I will throw you. The main road!" Oliver sat up abruptly from behind, leaned his head to the front, gave Leon a kiss on the cheek, and said dazedly: "I'm not sleeping on the road, I want to go home." "It's stinking!" Leon pulled Oliver a bit disgustedly, trying to push him back, but Oliver was drunk and had nothing left. He clung to the driver's seat tightly, leaning his face close to Leon, playfully, "You dislike me. I'm so sad that I have to kiss him." He sounded aggrieved. Leon almost laughed at him, turned his head and kissed him, helplessly said: "This is the head office, Mr. Wu, you are in your 30s, can you stop acting like a baby?" Oliver hugged Leon a few more kisses before sitting back in the back seat with a hum. The car finally started, and Leon had to look at Oliver from the rearview mirror from time to time while driving. He is almost used to this kind of life. Since Oliver started working on his own projects, he has been drinking, and business cannot be negotiated at the wine table. At the beginning, the two quarreled several times because Oliver was always drunk, and the most serious one even brought up the breakup. But after that day, he couldn't bear to criticize Oliver no matter how angry he was. That was the third time Oliver was drunk in a week, and the most drunk, he was almost carried home. He put Oliver on the sofa to collect the water, and when he came back he saw Oliver vomiting on the floor, the whole living room was full of sour vomit. Leon was retched a few times by the pungent smell, the water glass slipped to the ground, and the glass slag shattered. When he squatted down to pick up the glass slag, he suddenly became annoyed. He threw the picked up slag to the ground again. With long legs, he walked to Oliver and lifted Oliver who was lying on the sofa by the collar. , Gritted his teeth and shouted: "What the hell are you doing?! What must be drunk like this?! Can you die if you don't do this business? Ah? Are we not enough money?" Oliver opened his eyes slowly, and squinted for a long time before getting together. He saw Leon who was furious in front of him and laughed, "It's Leon, I'm home." When Leon heard him say this, it was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. He pushed him onto the sofa and said, "You still recognize who I am, and you know that I'm home? You drink like this again, too. No need to go home." "Leon..." He was drunk. Oliver was still shocked when he heard the phrase "No need to go home". He struggled to sit up and took Leon's hand and explained dryly: "I don't want to, but I no way……" Leon moved manually, and he was still angry, but in the end it was more distressed. How could he not understand the messy stories on the wine table, that is, because he knew too much, he was so talented. Even if you drank it all down under the table, the business might not be complete, but you still had to drink it round after round. If you didn't drink it, it would be impossible to talk about it. "Sit up and don't move, I'll pour you some water." Leon wrestled from Oliver's hand and said stiffly. Oliver is like a puppet, let Leon arrange it, and sit still on the sofa. Leon gave Oliver the water to feed him, cleaned up the dirt on the ground, then sat next to Oliver and asked, "Is it better?" Oliver was unresponsive, rusty and generally nodded, "Leon, don't let me go home." Leon was startled and patted Oliver's hand, "I was angry, I didn't rush you." "I'm sorry, Leon, it's all my fault. You always have to take care of me. I haven't done anything for you. You have been taking care of me since I was in college, giving me living expenses, and helping me find a job. Excellent, how can I tie up with me, you are so wronged. Why can't I catch up with you? If I was born before you, it would be nice to be able to grow up and take care of you earlier. Now finally I can have a little bit I'm so lucky, and I get drunk every day, and make you unhappy again, I'm sorry, Leon, how come you met me because you are so good, why am I so lucky..." Oliver's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and in the end he could hardly hear him. Leon turned his head and found that he was asleep while talking. Leon said that not shaking is false. He always thinks Oliver is positive and sunny, always like a teenager who has no worries. I just forgot, he is just like a teenager. Leon patted Oliver on the cheek lightly. "Oliver, go to bed and sleep." Oliver unconsciously grabbed Leon's hand and muttered, "Leon, wait for me." Leon smiled, "Well, wait for you, wait for you to grow up, wait for you to mature, wait for you to grow old together." "Leon!" Oliver yelled suddenly behind, interrupting Leon's mind. "What's the matter?" Leon glanced at the rearview mirror, and Oliver turned up like a corpse, and laughed while covering his mouth. "We can get the certificate! We can finally get the certificate!" It is the news that just came out today that the same-s*x marriage law has finally been passed and will be officially implemented in January next year. "Yes, yes, you can get the certificate." Leon also laughed, and there were a few large wrinkles around the corners of his eyes. "We have to live another 80 years, no, two hundred years!" "That's not an old goblin." "Don't be afraid, we grow old fairies together. We are legal old fairies." "What a mess." Leon laughed, but he never felt the word "legal" as hypocritical as he did today. Probably because of the lifetime. ——————