When Ye Zhengchen returned, I was smiling, holding up my glass: “Brother Feng, come! Let’s have another!” Ye Zhengchen waved his hand, snatching my glass: “I’ll drink for you!” I blinked with blurry eyes, Ye Zhengchen’s slightly angry face swaying before me, making me dizzy. I grabbed his collar, thinking this would stop the swaying. “You’re back?” Ye Zhengchen ignored me, speaking to the server in Japanese. “Five more bottles of sake, ten cans of beer!” Lin Rui laughed, pointing at Brother Feng: “You’re done for!”
I don’t remember the later events clearly, just a few blurry fragments, like Brother Feng passing out on the table. I shook him: “Brother Feng, don’t sleep, let’s keep chatting!” Later, Lin Rui carried him away. Ye Zhengchen wanted to take me away, but I sat at the table stubbornly: “I won’t go! Brother Feng… don’t leave, I haven’t finished talking to you! What happened after your leg injury? Tell me more…”
I remember most clearly lying on Ye Zhengchen’s back, rambling: “You’re a good person, you’re good to everyone… Some understand you, some don’t… It’s okay… I understand… My understanding is enough!” “Senior, why aren’t you driving?” “Oh! Right, can’t drive after drinking!” He didn’t speak the entire way, probably annoyed by me! I kept talking: “Senior, can you lend me a military uniform sometime? I want to unbutton you, button by button, for you…”
