“You are finally back. You smell like alcohol. Boy, are you in love with someone and drunk yourself to death?” Liao Tingyu said, looking at the dizzy Zhao Han.

Zhao Han gave him a look. He was already like this and the man still making sarcastic remarks.

He didn’t know who said that getting drunk would solve a thousand worries. He originally thought after drinking so many jars of wine, he would get drunk and then wake up to a new day without any worries.

As a result, the more he drank, the more awake he became. His stomach hurt, and he felt like blood was flowing in his head, and then it became blocked, so bloated that he wanted to beat his head against the wall.

Zhao Han hit his head hard several times with his hand and leaned against the pillar.

Liao Tingyu saw that he was still very sober a little bit. Although the young man was shaky, he was much better than those who went crazy with alcohol. The wine he had brewed over the years was not in vain, it seemed to build up Zhao Han’s tolerance.

Zhao Han didn’t think much at that time. He usually drank one jar at a time, but today he drank too much and got so drunk.

Moreover, everyone reacted differently when they were drunk. Some of them was lucky enough to fall asleep right away.

Liao Tingyu asked two strong servants to help Zhao Han to the room, and then arranged for someone to go to the hospital to ask the doctor over for medicine to relieve hangover and warm the stomach. After drinking so much, Zhao Han’s stomach couldn’t bear it.

Zhao Han was very awake while lying on the bed. He surrounded his head with pillows and huddled together uncomfortably.

“How’s it going? Do you feel like you’ve drank too much now? Let’s see if you dare to drink again in the future,” Liao Tingyu sat next to him to prevent him from moving too much and falling off the bed.

“Everything you wrote is a lie, you just know how to play tricks on me,” Zhao Han said angrily.

“Who said I tricked you? I didn’t let you read it. Besides, every time I write a story, I always include a note this is just fiction not a real-life story. You just took it seriously,” Liao Tingyu said, feeling very wronged. He had clearly warned them all.

“You know it’s not true, then why did you write it? And you clearly wrote, when you are feeling frustrate, you could get drunk to relieve all your worries, and you might meet the person you really love. It’s all fake. I drank, no one came to help me when I was drunk, I walked back all by myself,” Zhao Han felt that he was about to cry because of his grievances. Fortunately, he still respected this teacher so much.

But he was such a big liar.

Liao Tingyu listened to this drunk guy talking bad things alone.

“Obviously it was written by you. A kid from a rich family accidentally met a kind-hearted and simple shuanger. After getting along, the two of them lived happily together with everyone’s blessing. It was also written by you, a very powerful person who was seriously injured. He suffered a blood feud, but under the influence of his savior, he took revenge and lived freely with his benefactor. Obviously, all of this is not so realistic, why? Why do you still write like this?” The last few sentences? It was Zhao Han who yelled, crying at the same time.

Liao Tingyu touched his head, “Because everyone wants to live a simple life, and everyone wants to be happy, that’s why I write it.”

When Zhao Han heard this sentence, his tears wet his pillow. Yes, he also wanted to live a simple life and laugh, and he also hoped to laugh happily like Jinli because he picked up a penny.

But in fact, he would not even bend down when he saw a tael was dropped.

Zhao Han was there crying with his head buried in his head. When Huang Zilan heard that he was back, he quickly put down what he was doing and ran over.

He saw Zhao Han crying alone there, crying so sadly.

He was once a cheerful and carefree young man, but he became like this because of this newfound love.

“The word love is really harmful!” Huang Zilan said with emotion.

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Mi Li did not go to school today because of holiday. He saw his mother walking in the direction of Brother Zhao and he followed. Huang Zilan was so worried about Zhao Han that he didn’t notice that he was being followed by the little guy.

Mi Li heard whimpering coming from Brother Zhao’s room and was very curious.

He sneaked around the wall and ran under the window. Mi Li poked his little head out and saw his father sitting by the bed, and Brother Zhao lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt and crying.

In his mind, Brother Zhao Han always liked to laugh. No matter how he was hit, he would smile without getting angry, and then come back with secret revenge.

He had never seen Brother Zhao cried, even if he was injured and bleeding.

“Why is Brother Zhao crying?” Such a question appeared in Mi Li’s mind.

Immediately afterwards, he thought of another thing, ‘It turns out that Brother Zhao can cry, so my father could cry too, and my mother too?’

Mi Li thought with little head, in order to understand better about the situation inside, he put his feet up hard, and held the window frame with both hands. When the wind blew over, the window opened outward again, and it fell on his head with a snap.

Mi Li was still wondering what the sound was, and then there was a burst of pain in the back of his head. Instantly, his eyes turned red, and he cried loudly.

Huang Zilan, who was standing at the door, heard the sound of crying and quickly looked toward the place where the sound came from. He only saw his son holding his head and crying hard.