A small bottle of Lafite, who was in the 1982 years old, was drunk by Xiang Chen and I. Xiang Chen suggested again: "Zhaoyang, it is a waste to drink this bottle of wine in this place. Why not continue drinking it in another place?"

I looked out the window at the sky that was still raining freezing and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I have always heard that the scenery of the moat in the north of the city is good. After drinking this bottle of Lafite, it can be regarded as realizing its value. What do you think?" Xiang Chen looked at me and smiled, shook the goblet in his hand, and dropped the remaining wine.

There are many places with good night view in Suzhou. It seems very deliberate to suggest going to the moat to drink, but I can understand his intentions. He is not willing to tear apart the words "brother" with me for many years, so I use this obscure way to remind me: Jian Wei is his fiancée... Maybe I worked with Jian Wei and I never gave him a sense of security.

In order to dispel his doubts, I agreed to go to the moat to drink this bottle of red wine, but the freezing rain was so bad that it was bad that it made me feel bad and the scenery at the moat!

Xiang Chen came with the driver and sat in his Land Rover car, so I believe more that it was his deliberate arrangement that we could still drink face to face in a few years.

......

After a while, we arrived at the moat, but it was not the section where Jian Wei and I often met by chance. So this also proves that Jian Wei had never asked Xiang Chen to find her by the moat, so Xiang Chen chose this section with the best scenery, but deviated from the section where he should have gone.

By the guardrail of the moat, Xiang Chen and I stood with an umbrella. The frozen rain hit the umbrella and dripped down the umbrella bone. There was no exquisite goblet in our hands, and only half a bottle of unfinished Lafite left. Xiang Chen put the bottle sip, closed his eyes and tasted it, and said to me: "I have drunk Lafite from 1980, except for 1982. Because of the age and the climate of the grape planting site, the taste is indeed somewhat different, but this difference is very subtle. I have tasted it today in 1982, but I don't think it has a unique advantage compared to Lafite from other years, but its value has increased several times, or even dozens of times... Haha, humans! It is an animal born for desire, who likes to live in a world of blinded by vanity and self-deception..."

Xiang Chen handed me the bottle of wine in his hand and signaled me to drink it too. I took a sip and he said, "So under the control of desire, we men will be obsessed with women with beautiful appearance and excellent temperament, obsessed with cars brands, obsessed with Rafi's years... This is not a fucking obsessed with it, it is simply superstition!"

I said to Xiang Chen who stopped, "You keep talking."

"Zhaoyang, do you think that my pursuit of Jian Wei over the years is particularly like a distorted desire. The more I can't get it, the more I want it to get it?"

I was a little surprised that he said this to me, so that he fell into silence without being mentally prepared. More importantly, Jian Wei is a woman who has always been a taboo between us. I don’t like him talking about Jian Wei to me, and I am even more reluctant to mention it on my own initiative.

Without getting my answer, Xiang Chen smiled as if he understood, took the bottle of red wine from me, and drank the valuable bottle of Lafite into his body in one breath, and then looked at the frozen river surface without saying a word, and I lit a cigarette to deal with the silence that made people unable to speak.

Finally, Xiang Chen threw the red wine bottle in his hand into the moat as if he was venting his power, and said a little out of control: "There is another bottle of 82-year-old Lafite missing in this world, but that's the case! Should it rain or rain, should it blow the wind or the wind, the sun will not rise from the west or set in the east... All the values ​​are fucked up by desire..."

"You're drunk!"

Xiang Chen turned around and looked at me, then put his left hand on my shoulder for a moment, and said to me in a self-deprecating tone: "Zhaoyang, I proposed to Jian Wei a few days ago... As a result, you should know... career is still her best shield, and after all, she doesn't love me enough... It doesn't matter, I've been waiting for so many years, and I don't care about wasting my youth and waiting with her... But when are you going to marry Zhuomei's President Mi?"

"It shouldn't be too long after she returns home."

Xiang Chen nodded and said, "I look forward to having a few drinks with you at your wedding banquet in the future."

"Come on, I'll accompany you as much as I drink."

Xiang Chen raised his lips, then put down his hand on my shoulder, turned around and looked at the scenery around the moat. After a long time, he smiled in a complicated face and sighed: "The scenery of this moat is really good. It's frozen rain, and it can't wash away the charm of this place. I just don't know if Jian Wei likes this place? Or is it other riverside scenery that I don't know?"

I sucked the cigarette in my hand, and as always, I was reluctant to tell Xiang Chen about anything about Jian Wei. I even had a vague expectation in my heart, hoping that Xiang Chen would achieve the right result with Jian Wei earlier, and I wanted to break free from Luku, which I founded, but was the company invested by Jian Wei. In fact, even though I had been persuaded by Jian Wei, my idea of ​​leaving Luku has never stopped. To be precise, I have never stopped investing in Jian Wei. I have always been looking forward to Luku and the Road of Literature and Art, and it can even be said to be a dream. Maybe one day, I can do it steadily with my own efforts, and no longer have to fear the height of the soaring queen.

......

Xiang Chen and I parted on the bank of the moat. He left with his own Land Rover under the escort of the driver. I held an umbrella and waited for the passing taxi on the side of the road. I refused his kindness to send me off, because at this time, I would rather be lonely in this cold and frozen rain, even if I couldn't wait for the car, I could walk back.

On this freezing night, I couldn't wait for a taxi passing by by this rarely visited moat, lit a cigarette, and thought about something while walking, and then had a strong premonition that my life would definitely undergo a qualitative change without waiting for the Chinese New Year this year, and this qualitative change must have started after Mi Cai returned to China.
Chapter completed!