Back Then, I Adored You

When he felt bad, he seldom drank, so the times he was drunk were second to none.

However, one night four years before, he had happened to have drank a lot.

It was the seventh day after his parents had passed away, when his application to leave the military had been just approved, and he was feeling extremely bad in front of his parents’ tombstone. Around him were empty beer bottles.

What he had drunk was only beer that night, and because he had been living in a suburb of the city, he hadn’t been able to call for more beers after he finished all he had brought, so he hadn’t been as drunk as he had been the day before.

It had rained quite heavily that night, but he still had been unwilling to leave. He had squatted in front of the tombstone as if he was punishing himself.

The rain became heavier, and he had been soaked through like a drenched chicken. When he had been thinking he was going to die in the downpour, an umbrella had blocked the drops over his head. A person had been sitting by him in silence.

That night was so dark with not even a glint of light, so he hadn’t seen the face of the person, but her smell while she was close to him informed him the person was a young lady.

She possibly had noticed his melancholy and unwillingness to talk, so she hadn’t made a sound to disturb him, only sat there by his side.

Later, since the beer had started working, he might have said something wild. Although he couldn’t remember the specific content, he still knew consciously that the girl who was accompanying him had given him a wordless hug.

Most of the time, words were not the prerequisite for comforting.

Four years had passed, but he still could feel the warmth when he remembered that hug.

Even later, after he had lost consciousness, he had leaned against the girl and fell asleep. When he had woken up, day had broken, and the girl had already gone.

He hadn’t developed a crush on that girl because of that, but it was her who had given him the warmest accompany when he had been drowning himself in endless sadness.

Thus, he still remembered her until then.

Maybe that hug was so warm to me that I had a nice dream about it yesterday…

After a bath, Gu Yusheng brought himself back from his thoughts, put on clean clothes, and left the bedroom.

Upon seeing him, the housekeeper immediately walked into the dining room. When Gu Yusheng sat at the table, the dishes were all served.

Like the last time he had drank, the staples were still vegetable porridge with lean meat.

He hadn’t eaten anything since the night before, and that day, he hadn’t woken up until noon, so Gu Yusheng’s stomach was quite empty. He picked up the bowl of porridge, sucked in half of it in one sip, then asked the housekeeper standing by with curiosity, “How did I get back last night?”

“Mr. Gu, you took a taxi.”

“Oh,” Gu Yusheng responded simply. He might have drank so much that he had just blurted out the address of the villa to the taxi driver.

Gu Yusheng held his chopsticks and brought his dish to his mouth. When he realized that he was having lunch alone, he asked, “Where’s Miss Liang?”

“Miss Liang got a phone call after she arrived home. It seemed to be her broker, so she left and hasn’t come back yet.” The housekeeper paused, then added, “Maybe she’s got work to do.”

With a spoonful of porridge in his mouth, he responded vaguely, “Hm.” He didn’t talk anymore, but finished his lunch quickly, took his car keys, and left.

The housekeeper stood by the window and watched him drive his car out of the driveway. She ran to the telephone and dialed a number, saying, “Miss, Mr. Gu has woken up… and eaten the porridge. He looks fine…”