"Sixth Brother... Sixth Brother... wake up..."
Xue Xiangtong patted the person sitting on the floor. He just slowly opened his eyes and then closed them again.
Mu Shaojie mentioned offhandedly that he had nowhere to go for the New Year.
Xue Xiangtong brought him home.
He bought a lot of cigarettes, alcohol, and tea as a gesture of respect for Xue Jianshu and Guo Xiaorong.
And so, on New Year's night, the father and son drank too much.
Xue Jianshu went directly to lie in bed, still mumbling drunken words, saying he had no sense of presence in this family.
Guo Xiaorong was taking care of him and ended up hearing a lot of heartfelt words.
Xue Xiangtong looked at Mu Shaojie, who was lying directly on the floor, "Sixth Brother, don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold! Let me take you home!"
Mu Shaojie slowly sat up, "Tong Tong, do you ever feel that you're very happy?"
