Yan Feng was being stared at by Ye Sheng for a full two minutes.

Seeing that the other party was hesitant to serve the drink, the man asked in confusion, "Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Didn't I ask you to make me a drink? You run a bar, don't you have any drinks to sell?"

Ye Sheng didn't answer his question but instead said with a half-mocking tone, "No, buddy, did I hear you wrong? You want a drink!?"

Hearing this, Yan Feng rolled his eyes at him, crossed his arms, and retorted, "Why, can't I have a drink?"

"No, no, no, of course you can, it's just..." The other party waved his hand repeatedly, then couldn't help but tease, "We've known each other for so many years, and as far as I know, you're famous for being a monk—no smoking, no drinking, no women. You even only drank milk at my place..."

"I really can't imagine what could make you break your vows..."

Despite his words, Ye Sheng still reached under the bar for a low-alcohol beer, poured a glass, and pushed it in front of Yan Feng.

"Here, first time drinking, try this. If you like it, I'll get you something else."

Yan Feng said nothing, took the glass, and downed it in one go. Then he frowned, smacked his lips, and said, "What kind of taste is this? It’s like the rotten rice back home."

"Pfft!"

Ye Sheng chuckled, poured him another glass, and said, "The way you describe it, this stuff isn't supposed to taste good. You drink it for the feeling after getting drunk, to numb your mind, get dizzy, and forget a lot of things..."

The bottle was placed to the side of the bar, and Ye Sheng looked at the man, curious, "So, aren't you going to tell your good buddy what's going on? What happened?"

Yan Feng rolled his eyes at him and cursed, "Get lost, your dad has things he won't tell his son. I'm feeling down, so stop prying."

Silence, silence.

Yan Feng drank one sip at a time, while the other stood inside the bar with a smile, tidying up. It wasn't until the glass was empty that he muttered, "Get me another drink, this stuff isn't good. Do you have anything sweeter?"

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Seeing Ye Sheng not responding, he repeated himself, but still to no avail. By the third time, he was losing patience, tapping the glass and shouting, "Hey, Shengzi! I said get me another drink!"

Seeing this, the other party finally smirked, walked back to the man, and asked, "Didn't you just say it? Dad doesn't talk to his son, what's up, want another drink, my dear son?"

"Screw you!"

Yan Feng cursed with a smile, then handed over the empty glass, "Get me something sweet, this stuff is too bitter."

Ye Sheng rolled his eyes at him and scolded, "You think you're drinking soda? There's no such thing as non-bitter beer. If you want something not bitter, I have some wine, but not for your first time."

"What, you looking down on me!?" Whether it was the drunkenness from his first drink or the comfort of being with an old friend, Yan Feng was directly defiant, knocking on the bar and shouting, "You, the owner! Quickly serve the drinks, bring me three bowls, I won't short you any money!"

"You think you're Wu Song!?" Ye Sheng laughed and cursed, but still took a bottle of wine from behind him, "Crazy guy, I'm telling you, I'm a tiger, and even though I have insurance, don't go crazy drunk here later!"

"Screw you!"

The banter lifted Yan Feng's spirits considerably. He took the glass handed to him and downed it again, then looked pained, stuck out his tongue, and asked with a face full of agony, "Damn it... this is sweet!?"

"Yeah, this is considered sweet among the drinks here," Ye Sheng laughed, pouring him another glass, then sat down.

"So, what's up?"

Yan Feng recovered from the bitterness, then fell silent, his brows lowered, hesitating for a long time.

"You say... if a man likes a woman much older than him... for many years... and ends up being liked by her daughter, what kind of man is he?"

"A pure beast, what's up?" Ye Sheng laughed.

Yan Feng was stunned for a moment, lowered his head for a long time before raising it again, cautiously asking, "Really?"

"Just kidding... hey, hey, hey, don't hit me with your fist! It hurts, you crazy guy!"

Ye Sheng rubbed his arm, pouting and pretending to be pitiful.

"So what? If you can't be her husband, be her son-in-law. Apart from possibly being given a hard time when discussing marriage, isn't it all good? It's like a male lead in a feel-good novel, right? So, did this good thing happen to you?"

Hearing this, Yan Feng sighed, drinking half a glass of wine again.

Sensing something was wrong, Ye Sheng lost his playful demeanor, leaned over, and asked with a frown, "Don't tell me... you're serious?"

The man said nothing, just raised his glass and drank it all, then frowned and handed it over again.

The empty glass was filled once more, and Ye Sheng became interested, curiously asking, "No, buddy, if this is true, why do you look like you've lost your wife? Shouldn't you be happy?"

"Happy?" Yan Feng asked back, shaking his head with a smile, then said, "I can't even worry enough... you don't know, actually when I was young..."

...

After listening to the man's story, Ye Sheng roughly understood the situation and couldn't help but touch his chin and sigh, "No wonder I've never seen you with a girlfriend since we met, turns out there's such a thing... So what do you think? About that kid?"

Yan Feng drank the wine in his glass, his face slightly flushed, "I... I definitely can't accept it!"

The alcohol made him dizzy, and he poured out his troubles like a flood, "That kid just turned 19 this year, with a bright future ahead of her! What am I, a 28-year-old man, doing meddling? Should I let her be laughed at, pointed at?"

"Besides... that kid is so beautiful... looks so much like her mom, she'll definitely find a good man to marry in the future... What am I, really..."

Ye Sheng sat beside him, listening to his monologue, feeling a bit melancholic himself, poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, then asked, "Crazy guy, not to be blunt, but are these your true thoughts?"

The man chose silence, so Ye Sheng continued, "Forgive my bluntness, if Chen Xi and Bai Xi weren't related, just an ordinary girl, nine years younger than you, confessed to you, would you choose to accept it? In other words..."

"Would you be as resistant as you are now?"

Yan Feng remained silent, and after a long while, let out a self-deprecating laugh, muttering, "That's impossible... Sister is Little Xi's..."

"Answer me," Ye Sheng pressed, "Would you still come here to drown your sorrows like this?"

Silence, silence.

The air was thick with a stifling atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.

Yan Feng knew the answer, knew why he was so averse to Chen Xi's feelings, and knew why he was so upset now.

In the end, it was just because he still loved Bai Xi.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for years, even though they were separated by life and death, he was still trapped in the beautiful memories of the past, unable to extricate himself.

How could he possibly choose to accept Chen Xi's love?

The man let out a bitter laugh, reaching for the glass once more, but was stopped halfway by another hand.

"Stop drinking," Ye Sheng advised, "You've already had two bottles, and I don't offer lodging services if you get drunk here. You'll have to walk home yourself."

"Doesn't matter..."

Yan Feng said, his head dizzy, pushing away the hand that stopped him, picked up the glass, and drank it all, then showed a look of realization, staring at the glass reflecting dazzling light under the lamp, muttering to himself:

"My home is in her arms, and I can never go back now..."