Living With Your Memories Chapter 7

Oliver Yuan was lying on the sofa, basking in the sun with his eyes closed. His cell phone rang beside him, and he reached out and touched it twice, and when it was connected, he hummed a sound.

The person on the phone said: "Come out and have a drink."

Oliver Yuan didn't even open his eyes, but opened his mouth and said, "No."

The person on the other side asked again: "How about tea?"

Oliver Yuan still closed his eyes and said, "No."

"What's going on?" Lao Tu on the other end of the phone asked him, "What kind of home is a cat in such a sunny day?"

Oliver Yuan turned from lying on his side to lying flat on his back, and said lazily, "I'm lazy. I just got home yesterday. I'm tired."

The other party smiled and asked him: "If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. Have you finished recording? What's going on? Didn't anything happen?"

Oliver Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to him, frowned and said: "Why are you so rude?"

Lao Tu laughed a few times and said to him, "Come on, stop wasting time. Come out and have some wine and meat."

"Send me the location." Oliver Yuan said and hung up the phone.

He flew back yesterday and was planning to just stay at home for the day. Oliver Yuan is actually lazy. This laziness doesn't mean he doesn't like to move. He doesn't care how much trouble or tiredness he has to endure for something he likes. He has even climbed Mount Everest. But if it's something he doesn't like that much, or if he goes to a place he doesn't like, he's lazy all over. It was only four days to record that show, but he felt so tired. His body needed to relax, and his brain also needed to rest.

The chair was facing the balcony, and I dozed off like a cat for half a day. It was comfortable, but I was a little hungry.

Oliver Yuan got up, put on some clothes, and went out with his phone. He deliberately didn't drive, because it was impossible not to drink when having dinner with Lao Tu, who was a big drinker.

When he got there, he found a butcher shop, grilling meat on a grill. When he arrived, Lao Tu was sitting on a small stool using a skewer to stir the charcoal. This shop had no private rooms. It was a large factory building on a large piece of land, with several walls separating several areas. It would probably be quite noisy at night when there were many people.

"Are you here?" Lao Tu looked up at him. He had a square face and a beard on his chin.

Oliver Yuan sat down on the side with his back to the people, but it was late in the afternoon and there was no one there. The small table was not big, only one meter square, and it was short. Even a fat person sitting on the small table and stool would probably feel a little uncomfortable. The decoration of the house was the common brick wall and mud floor. Many people eat meat in a smoky environment.

Oliver Yuan lit a cigarette and put the cigarette box and lighter on the ground: "Another shop?"

After Lao Tu finished fiddling with the charcoal and put the iron net on, he asked him, "How is this little shop?"

Oliver Yuan said, "That's it."

Lao Tu laughed again, and after finishing, he lit a cigarette and said, "I'm just doing this for my little sister, let her do whatever she wants."

Oliver Yuan leaned over and took an ashtray from a small table behind him, put it aside, and said to Lao Tu: "It's really romantic."

Oliver Yuan and Lao Tu have known each other for many years. He used to be the owner of a teahouse. Oliver Yuan often went to his place to drink tea. After chatting a few times, they became familiar with each other. Oliver Yuan still can't remember his name, but he has always called him Lao Tu. He must be ten years older than Oliver Yuan. I don't know what he did before, but now he just does whatever he is interested in, including teahouses, restaurants and bars. Some make money and some lose money, but he doesn't seem to care whether he makes money or loses money.

Oliver Yuan ate some meat first to fill his stomach, and then drank with Lao Tu.

The two of them had never drunk beer, they just drank white wine. Oliver Yuan could drink a fair amount, but not to the point where he couldn't drink much. He would get high and drunk if he drank too much. He was willing to drink with Lao Tu, but Lao Tu was just a bad temper towards Oliver Yuan, otherwise they wouldn't be friends. He had a carefree vibe, and Oliver Yuan used to think they were the same kind of people.

I live recklessly and don't care about worldly things. I do everything because I like it, not because I should do it.

Lao Tu used a pair of tongs to turn the meat over the iron grid, cutting a thick slice into small pieces, sizzling and dripping with oil. Oliver Yuan picked up a piece and ate it, then said, "It's not good for health."

Lao Tu hummed and laughed: "If you take care of everything, you won't survive."

The shop owner was not Lao Tu, but a young girl in her twenties. When she came back from outside, she saw Oliver Yuan, took off her coat, and came over, sat next to Lao Tu, and greeted Oliver Yuan.

Oliver Yuan was also familiar with her and talked to her for a few words.

She asked if she needed him to grill it, but Lao Tu patted her on the back and said, "No, I can do it myself. Go and have fun."

She smiled and said, "So I'm really leaving? Don't look back and say I was tactless."

Lao Tu still had a smile on his face: "I won't talk about you, go ahead."

She stood up and said to Oliver Yuan: "I'll go over there, Brother Ye, do you need me for anything?"

Oliver Yuan said "hmm" and waved at her.

After she passed by, Oliver Yuan asked, "Are you still not getting married?"

Lao Tu did not answer, but just shook his head. This man always had a half-inappropriate smile on his face, and others could not figure out what he was thinking. The girl had been with Lao Tu for five or six years, and had been with him since she was in her twenties. Lao Tu had no family or children, and he would not get married, so he had been like this. The girl was from twenty to twenty-six, and she had graduated from college for several years. She was laughing all day long, as if she didn't think about anything, and she was quite happy.

Oliver Yuan rarely asks other people about these things. He is not interested in other people's affairs. He is happy enough to figure out his own affairs.

He didn't ask any more questions and just chatted and drank with Lao Tu.

Lao Tu filled Oliver Yuan's glass and asked him, "Who did you meet when you went back?"

Oliver Yuan, with a cigarette between his lips and one eye half-closed, said to Lao Tu: "I didn't ask you, so don't ask me."

"Just ask. I'm not afraid of asking." Lao Tu said with a smile.

Oliver Yuan shook his head and kept his mouth shut. He didn't like people asking about his affairs, especially his relationship. Because Oliver Yuan felt from the bottom of his heart that feelings were a very private thing, why should he tell others, it would be so uncomfortable to tell others. In the end, he still thought that this was a word that only existed between two very close people. If two people had feelings, then they must be the closest.

Oliver Yuan drank glass after glass of wine, so it couldn't be too little. He couldn't drink that much, and he felt a little dizzy after drinking.

There were more and more people in the store, and the noise was getting louder and louder, making Oliver Yuan's mind a little confused. Once he drank too much, he couldn't control his thoughts. Those forgotten and not-forgotten old fragments would suddenly flood into his mind, and he felt that his brain capacity was not enough.

He didn't say anything when people asked him just now, but now that people don't ask him anymore, he can't keep his mouth shut.

Oliver Yuan put his arms on his knees, his hands hanging casually, and his head lowered. After a while, he suddenly said, "There are two children in that show."

Lao Tu raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Let you take care of the children?"

"BullSh!t." The yellow light bulb above his head reflected in Oliver Yuan's eyes, making his eyes look distant and gloomy. In that position, he stroked his head with his hand and whispered: "...They are so young."

"Early twenties, the best time." Oliver Yuan said again.

Lao Tu didn't say anything else. He sat opposite, eating meat and drinking wine, and listened to Oliver Yuan in silence.

"I'm the most Fcuking brave at this age," Oliver Yuan sneered, "I was Fcuking brave too. Everyone has a time when they were fearless."

"Are you scared now?" Lao Tu asked with a raised eyebrow.

Oliver Yuan nodded, then nodded again and said, "Afraid... Of course I'm not afraid."

That day, Oliver Yuan and Lao Tu finished drinking and it was already dark. Oliver Yuan took a taxi home and fell asleep on the bed without even taking a shower. When he felt uncomfortable, drinking was very refreshing, which was why he went out today. Sometimes alcohol is annoying, but sometimes it is really a good thing. There are some emotions that cannot be vented normally, and there are some things that you will not let go of without the help of alcohol.

Oliver Yuan didn't say all the words when he was drinking.

But I don’t want to talk about it anymore. There are some things I can’t tell others.

This was a very deep sleep, and it was dark all over. Oliver Yuan was awakened by the urge to urinate in the middle of the night, frowning and going to the bathroom. After sleeping for half the night and almost sobering up, he took off all his clothes and took a shower. The hot water poured down from the top of his head, passing through his eyes and ears, and then flowing down his collarbone and shoulders.

In the past, he liked to act like a hooligan when Lucas Fang was taking a shower, because the way the water flowed over Lucas Fang's tight muscles was so damn S3xy. Lucas Fang has an excellent body. Now, sometimes when someone mentions a male star's body on Weibo, someone will post a photo of him. Every time a fan posts a photo, they say they want to lick the screen.

In the past, Oliver Yuan had bitten Lucas Fang's collarbone, looked up at Lucas Fang with a squinting look, deliberately smiled in an extremely wanton manner, and said: "They lick the screen, I lick you."

Lucas Fang pinched his chin and told him to stop being so coquettish.

Oliver Yuan doesn't know what shyness is, he has never had it. The two men have no moral integrity when it comes to that thing, they say whatever they want and do it however they want. Oliver Yuan never hesitates, the two men just want to have fun.

Oliver Yuan leaned against the wall of the shower room, looking at himself reflected in the glass. He looked at his face in the glass, stared at himself for a long while, and then looked at his upper body. He was not as strong as Lucas Fang, because he didn't have to film a movie, and didn't have to pay attention to his body shape. Lucas Fang sometimes had to bring a fitness trainer with him when filming, and he had to maintain the best condition. Oliver Yuan looked down from top to bottom and let out a long breath.

It's hard. What to do?

The alcohol had made his mind too confused. When he took a shower, he could only think about those things. This, that, this and that of Lucas Fang. Clothed, naked...

Oliver Yuan closed his eyes, and suddenly his mind flashed back to the first time the two of them did that. Lucas Fang bit Oliver Yuan's nose at that time, and then K!ssed him very gently. Oliver Yuan urged him, asking if he could hurry up, I'm going to explode. Lucas Fang ignored his urging at that time, and raised his eyebrows and said, then blow one up for me to see.

Oliver Yuan turned his head and cursed.

Too many clips flashed before his eyes, a resource library of more than ten years, which he could freely draw on. One picture after another flashed by quickly, and finally froze in a sunless afternoon.

Lucas Fang's eyes turned red and he asked him, "Have you thought it through?"

Oliver Yuan didn't nod, but blinked and agreed.

Lucas Fang closed his eyes tightly at that time, pulled off the ring around his neck and threw it at him.

Oliver Yuan subconsciously reached out to take it, but just touched the end of the thin chain. The ring slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground with only a very slight sound.