He took out a cup and said to Zuo Su with a smile: "Junior Brother Zuo, let's fight over the bar!"
Zuo Su looked at the cup, nodded, and reached out to take it.
He retracted his hand and blinked, "If, I said, if you are drunk, you must promise me something!"
Zuo Su also smiled, "I can't be drunk."
"What if!"
Zuo Su took the cup and said, "Okay."
The two of them drank glass after glass in the Jinhuan Building at the foot of Qingshan Mountain, asking Xiao'er to drink again several times.
Finally, Zuo Su's consciousness began to dim and he muttered: "How is it possible..."
He patted his white clothes proudly and said with a smile: "How can you be drunk, right?"
Smiling and laughing, tears fell down by themselves somehow.
"Yes, if this is reality, how could you be drunk?"
"If this is reality, how can I still wear a white robe?"
"If this is reality... Why are you still here?"
"..."
His robe began to be dyed black bit by bit. He leaned down and lowered his head, and whispered in Zuo Su's ear: "Junior Brother Zuo, promise me, see you next time."
Serious, serious, good at work, bad at speaking, and arrogant
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Cold on the outside but rough on the inside, seemingly gentle
Intention: Hey