It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

Chapter 27 The Slight Intoxication of Late Summer

The grilled skewers tasted good.

But even if it tastes good, it's still just so-so. After all, it's just heavy oil, heavy salt, and a little spicy. That's about it for the taste.

But ice-cold beer is definitely refreshing in this weather.

It gives you the feeling that a hero has finally defeated the demon king, and after drinking this wine, he can go back to his hometown and live a happy life.

Especially with such a woman by my side, whose mere presence is refreshing, I can only say that I'm truly fortunate to have this day.

I ate and drank at the same time, and downed three or four bottles in no time.

Cai Yan is indeed a heavy drinker; she can basically finish a cup in two gulps, even faster than Gu Huai.

Gu Huai hadn't eaten much barbecue before he felt his stomach was about to burst.

Would you like some more?

But Cai Yan, who seemed to still want more, wanted to drink more.

Gu Huai shook his head. "I can't drink anymore."

"How come you're so bad at drinking? You usually like to drink a lot, how come you've only had a few bottles?"

"There's no way around it, bartending really doesn't make you feel as bloated as beer. Besides, I have to go to work tomorrow, so let's just forget about it."

Cai Yan leaned back in her chair with a look of disdain and glanced at Gu Huai.

"I didn't realize you liked going to work that much, but you're starting to care about this."

Gu Huai gave a helpless bitter smile, "Putting everything else aside, I'm definitely the one who's least late or asks for leave at the company, okay? If I don't like going to work, then nobody likes going to work."

Who really enjoys going to work?
If it weren't for a pittance, who would want life to be like a pre-programmed routine, endlessly repeating the same thing day after day, without any surprises?
Even so, it seems like things aren't going that well. Haven't you thought about how to develop your career in the future?

Then they asked about the practice of not eating meat porridge.

"What else can I think? If I don't work like this, I won't even have money for rent and food. I don't have any connections like Zhong Xinyang, nor do I have that kind of visionary mind that can seize every opportunity. What else can I do?"

Gu Huai never thought of himself as anything special.

Even if you had many fantasies as a child about becoming a writer, a mathematician, or a scientist, as you grow up and face increasing pressure from your surroundings, those fantasies and passions have long since faded away.

Even with continuous advancement in education and changes in environment, and occasional hopes and expectations, the result is that one is constantly assimilated under the influence of those around them, realizing that they are actually nothing special.

Every successful person says that no one is ordinary; everyone is the protagonist of their own life.

But what I didn't tell you is that most people are the protagonists of suffering, and only a small minority truly attain happiness and freedom.

Her cheeks were flushed, indicating that she had drunk too much and the effects of the alcohol were showing on her face.

She looked at Gu Huai with slightly drunken eyes.

"I think so too. The world after we grow up is completely different from what it used to be. Many things that teachers teach and adults say we'll understand when we grow up are actually completely different from what they said when we actually grow up. The idea of ​​'bitter before sweet' doesn't seem to exist. Instead, we've become the norm by struggling and stumbling."

Gu Huai looked at the other person with amusement.

Are you also having a hard time?

"Of course, life is never easy. Do I look like someone who has always lived a life of luxury and has never experienced hardship?"

Gu Huai really couldn't say for sure about that.

After all, when people see a rose, they only marvel at its beauty and don't care what it went through to bloom so beautifully.

This seems to be what successful people like to do most: only picking the ripe beauties, without accompanying them on the path of growth. And what about the majority of men who accompany those flowers as they grow?
In the end, all that's left is the feeling of being willing and having no regrets.

Gu Huai certainly wouldn't say such a thing to someone's face, so he raised his last glass.

"Nobody has it easy. Okay, finish this drink and go home."

"Ah."

Cai Yan readily agreed.

Even though she felt the night shouldn't end here, what more could she do?

Perhaps the best experience is one where you feel like you haven't had enough.

This time, Gu Huai paid the bill, and the two walked side by side to the edge of the road.

"By the way, there are no buses running at this time. Do you want to take a taxi home?"

Cai Yan suddenly asked.

Gu Huai nodded, "Yeah, there's nothing we can do. The company won't reimburse taxi fares at this time of year, so we're going to have to spend money again."

He said it in a casual tone.

I've actually wanted to curse the finance department to death for a long time.

Reimbursement is fine, but it depends on the time. If you don't go home immediately after get off work, and you're even an hour or two late, the finance department will say they won't reimburse you at that time.

It's as if he's the one who pays for the company.

Cai Yan shook her head. "It's okay, I'll reimburse you. I'll go talk to the finance department."

Gu Huai didn't pretend to refuse generously, "Then thank you, Team Leader Cai."

Does anyone not know how poor I am? There's really no need to pretend.

"Um"

"By the way, it's so late, aren't you going to send someone to pick you up?"

Gu Huai thought of that BMW and that man.

It felt like a beautiful illusion had finally ended, and people had to return to reality. Even if they hadn't done anything, and there hadn't been any more ambiguous events.

But I should feel satisfied.

Let reality be reality, and face the gradual changes in life with rationality, calmness, and without arrogance, and try to make it better.

Cai Yan squinted at Gu Huai.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Your boyfriend."

Gu Huai answered matter-of-factly. "You."

Cai Yan was about to say something when she walked towards Gu Huai, but perhaps because she had drunk too much, she lost her balance or was not paying attention.

He twisted his ankle and stumbled.

Gu Huai reacted almost instinctively, partly because the other person was very close to him; he reached out to support them.

However, Cai Yan seemed flustered and didn't have time to adjust her center of gravity. She bumped into Gu Huai's arms even faster than he could reach out.

"boom."

For the first time, I felt the extraordinary softness and fragrance of that hot, warm chest.

The fragrance of her hair inexplicably wafted into her nostrils.

On the roadside, by the time Gu Huai reached out his hand, he only had time to grasp her arms, but she was already in his embrace.

This posture resembles an embrace between two people before parting.

It is so tight that there are almost no gaps.

My heart was racing uncontrollably, and even more uncontrollable was the illusion that I possessed her.

"Are you okay?"

Gu Huai's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice sounded somewhat dry.

The woman in his arms did not immediately break free from his embrace in disgust, but instead raised her head to look at Gu Huai, who was standing close by.

What does she think of herself?
Is it the obscurity of years ago? Or the unbridled freedom of simulation? Or the current state of utter failure, which is truly disappointing?

Cai Yan did not answer this question; she seemed quite drunk.

Her lips were exceptionally red and delicate, and her eyes were as hazy as a whirlpool.

"You seem to care a lot. Was the man who dropped me off during the day my boyfriend?"

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Gu Huai couldn't help but shift his gaze slightly away; this topic would extinguish all his impulses.

He could be honest, yet he couldn't be honest. He couldn't put himself in the position of the clown, confess his normal desires for this woman, and then hear an apology from her.

So what if you confess your feelings and get rejected? You have to be brave. This kind of mentality wouldn't exist in Gu Huai's world.

Because he knew that once some words were spoken, they could never be undone, and even his current situation could be ruined. Things with no chance of success and the consequences he didn't want to face were more realistic than keeping his true feelings to himself.

"You seem drunk."

Gu Huai could only speak in this evasive manner.

"What if I said I wasn't drunk, and that he wasn't my boyfriend but my brother?"

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Gu Huai's eyes widened uncontrollably, refocusing on her flawless face.

Her slightly parted red lips seemed to be a huge attraction, a silent invitation.

And in her eyes, there was not the glittering starlight, but a clear reflection of herself.

Is this the right time to kiss? Like in TV dramas and movies.

What would happen if I kissed him? What would the next page, the next scene, of a story I've never experienced before be like?

The evening breeze of late summer blows gently, passing through my heart, which is riddled with holes and full of flaws.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and everything seemed to slow down by two times, waiting for me to approach.

"drop!"

The piercing honking on the road shattered everything, and the burning impulse that had ignited in that instant was instantly extinguished into countless sparks.

"boom."

Seemingly regaining her senses, Cai Yan pushed Gu Huai away and broke free from his embrace.

The sudden return to reality was regrettable. He honestly faced this emotion, since it wasn't the first or second time he'd been bad at seizing opportunities.

Cai Yan, who seemed somewhat awkward as she tidied her hair, took two steps back. She glanced at Gu Huai, her emotions in her eyes unreadable.

"I'm heading back now. See you tomorrow."

".Um."

Not knowing what to say, I even forgot to say goodbye.

She hailed a taxi and quickly disappeared from sight, as if nothing had ever happened.

Aside from the lingering fragrance still clinging to her body.

I smoked a cigarette, then hailed a taxi to go home.

Try to take a shower and change clothes in the small bathroom as normally as possible.

Drink milk and take fish oil and melatonin.

But before putting on the helmet, he couldn't help but think.

What would have happened if I had kissed him then?
If I do something even bolder in the simulation, will it affect my real life?
He took a deep breath, put on his helmet, and lay down on the bed.

He had to find other things to calm the emotions that filled him with regret and the constant replay in his mind.

Since such a miraculous opportunity has appeared in my life, I have no reason to treat it lightly.

Let's give it another try, this life might be spiraling out of control.

Welcome back!

[The Perfect Life Simulation System is at your service!]

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(End of this chapter)