Chapter 695 Loss of Taste

He had a dream, a very short, very real dream, so real that he thought everything now was fake.

He dreamed that Ge Ge was back.

He dreamed of his master, the mountain, and the little house.

The master took brother Yi's hand and came to find him to go home together, but...he didn't want to go back.

"I'm not going...I'm not going..."

"I do not go……"

"Brother Chen, don't cry..."

The young man was squatting beside the sofa, looking at the drunkard who was having nightmares and talking in his sleep, and seeing the fear on his face, he also felt uncomfortable.

Brother vinyl?

This name seems to have been heard somewhere.

Who is this person and why everything about him makes him feel familiar.

"Wake up."

"Wake up, drunkard?"

Someone pushed his shoulder, the drunkard suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw Tsing Yi.

He just looked at him steadfastly, as if his soul was still lost in a dream.

"Are you sleepy? The noodles are cooked, go to bed after eating."

The drunkard looked at Tsing Yi, thinking of the dream just now, he couldn't tell what it was like.

Because he hadn't dreamed of brother en and his master for a long, long time, so long that he almost couldn't remember the face of his master, but just now, he dreamed that they came to take him home.

go home?

Alcoholics know what coming home means.

They didn't come to pick him up, they came to pick him up...

"What's wrong?"

Tsing Yi looked at the alcoholic who was staring blankly at him, with tears gradually gathering in his eyes, feeling a little strange.

"I... had a nightmare." The drunkard fixed his eyes on Tsing Yi, for fear that he would disappear from his eyes.

"You are so grown up, why are you still afraid of having nightmares?" Tsing Yi smiled and said in a comforting tone.

But this consolation not only didn't work, but also aroused the despair, fear and helplessness in the alcoholic's heart.

With red eyes, he said with a choked voice, "...I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore."

Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, feeling that there was something wrong with the drunkard tonight.

But what was wrong, he couldn't tell.

"Dreams are always reversed."

Although he didn't know what happened to him today, Tsing Yi still smiled and comforted him.

It turned out that for him, it was a nightmare that he didn't want him.

Tsing Yi was very happy.

Does this mean that he cares about him?

"Stop thinking about it, go wash your hands and eat."

"……Um."

The drunkard got up, dragged his tired body into the bathroom, and washed his face.

Raising his head, looking at his pale face in the mirror, the alcoholic clenched his hands on the edge of the sink.

The drunkard adjusted his emotions, washed his hands and went out to eat.

Tsing Yi opened up all the packed dishes.

"It looks pretty good. How about the taste? This chili seems to be a little too much."

"Yeah." The drunkard was so preoccupied, he picked up the chopsticks and put some food in his mouth, and started to eat. He didn't even pay attention to what he was eating.

"Hey, this is..."

Tsing Yi just wanted to remind, but saw that the drunkard ate the food without incident.

Tsing Yi looked at the dishes, then at the drunkard, picked up the chopsticks and tasted a little bit puzzled.

Then he frowned.

so spicy.

"Isn't it spicy?"

The alcoholic doesn't like spicy food very much. He told the waiter to put less chili, but just after opening it, it was obvious that this dish was going to be wasted.

The absent-minded drunkard realized what he ate when he heard Tsing Yi's words.

"...Fortunately, it's not very spicy."

"Since when did you eat spicy food so well?"