Wang Jun treasured a game called "Big Pineapple".
I heard that there is a game called Resident Evil. "She spoke carefully, trembling like a pupil in front of a strict teacher." The magazine commented that it was interesting ... "
"Stop playing!" I was so scared that I yelled at her.
She bowed her head very grievance, and then silently pulled my skirt.
"Why?" Her eyelashes tickle my heart like little brushes.
"Because it's horrible ..."
She obediently "Oh", stopped ravaging my skirts and continued to lick her ice cream.
"Eat less ice cream. Not good for your heart. "
She gave a obediently "Oh" and reluctantly threw the remaining half of the sweet potato cone into the trash can on the roadside.
I seem to have a feeling of cherishing, and I can't help shouting at her:
"You know, slave slave, I like you ..."
She obediently "oh", hiding in my arms secretly laughing. ...
( 1)
If it weren't for her, I would have died, and it was an ugly way to die. However, my size is relatively large, and it is more than enough to be cut into 360 pieces-because I am surrounded by a group of jungle dwarves who can't be scattered and leveled, which makes my heart feel no pain.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't say I was fighting or involved in gang warfare. I am a pacifist, and I belong to the kind of ruthless and fearless type: I feel dizzy at the sight of blood for fear of death. Although I often boast in front of others about how many people I hacked yesterday-in fact, I was playing a game.
A game called DIBLO2. The Chinese name is Diablo II, commonly known as "Big Pineapple".
I don't like pineapple, because I have diarrhea when I eat it, and my face turns white every time, so that my friends can actually see from my face whether I have eaten pineapple today. I once asked why, and they replied that when I ate pineapple, my face was as colorful as an artificial rainbow.
But not eating pineapple doesn't mean not playing "big pineapple", just like a monk who doesn't eat meat, he has a close feeling for it, in order to seek a psychological balance.
I chose barbarians to show my masculinity. Because paladins have no personality, necromancers are too vicious, and only the developed muscles of barbarians can make me feel a little satisfied without muscles. Unfortunately, on the local area network, I am often called "simple-minded, with developed limbs".
This is actually a great injustice! I even dare to say that I am the smartest person on the LAN-I will go when it is easy, and let me go when it is difficult. Even my gold equipment was picked up from the martyrs. So I also have a nickname, called "funeral worker".
This is also a great injustice. Because the "undertaker" will bury the dead alive, and I have never buried the body, and I often spit at the rotten bones: "Bah, you smelly ghost!"
So when I was besieged by the enemy, I never dared to shout "help". I'd rather die a heroic death than be told by the enemy that I'm here to watch the fun, and get in-but not the enemy, but me. I think this is probably the "betrayal" and "street rat" described in the book.
Just like last time, barbarians met jungle dwarves, just like elephants met mice. There is nothing I can do but watch the number of red bottles decrease, and I don't have a magic scroll, but I refuse to ask others for help. I comforted myself by saying that I am Tao Yuanming, and I won't bend my back. In fact, Wang Jingwei has long been impressed by his slave spirit, except Li.
It was at this time that I met the fox slave.
At that time, the arrow of slave slave slave accurately made the most arrogant dwarf dumb forever-of course, the dead can't talk. I suddenly saw the dawn of hope, so excited that every hair on my body stood proudly, even when I enjoyed Playboy at my friend's house last time, I was not so excited.
The anger of revenge is burning. I waved my double axes vigorously, and with the help of the mysterious archer, I successfully created an artificial lake. I also poetically call it "dwarf's tears". Because it's cruel to call "dwarf blood" directly. I am a Buddhist-a believer who doesn't believe in Buddhism-and it always hurts to see a corpse. Although the chief culprit of heartache is yourself.
Successfully saved a life, I shouted: "Brother, thank you!" " "
At that time, there were five people in the Internet cafe, and three people were playing "Big Pineapple". I don't know who helped me, but I believe he should be able to hear such a cry.
At this moment, a girl opposite me began to snicker. Laughing happily and easily. I don't know why, but I looked up at the ceiling and wondered if a wild goose would suddenly fall.
Of course, no goose will fall, because today when animals are on the verge of extinction, even if a goose feather can be found on the road, it will go down in history.
That girl may have been teased by "Feng Ting" who appeared out of nowhere on the Internet. I have some unpleasant thoughts.
This is one of the reasons why I hate chat rooms. Whether a bachelor or a pig, they have become Pan An, Nicholas Tse and Leonardo on the Internet. And my typing speed is extremely slow, and it takes an idiot enough time to prove Goldbach's conjecture ten times. I remember chatting with a girl in a chat room once. She thought I was slow and discussed the ancient history of China with another boy. By the time I finally spelled a compliment with the full spelling input method, she had talked to the boy about the contemporary openness in the pre-Qin era, and in order to prove that she was really a supportive and open new woman, she also went to the hotel to practice with the boy.
No wonder, as the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and rabbits and turtles can hardly get together.
The girl opposite is still laughing, but she just can't see it. Besides, there is no wonderful performance here, and I am not cute. Instead, the person who saved my life appeared on the screen.
Is a beautiful Amazon warrior, with golden braids swinging behind his head. And her name is also very interesting, called "Hununu".
Although my English is not good, I can still see that this is Chinese Pinyin, but I can't guess which three words it is.
The ancients said, "When people are dripping, they should repay each other with springs." So I told her positively, "I have nothing to repay in this life, and I will commit myself to each other in the afterlife."
Perhaps all swans in the world are equally noble, and neither toad nor bull can get their hands on them. She gave me an arrow without saying anything. I turned and ran in fear, and she chased after me-a bit like an antelope chasing an elephant, but the terrible thing is that the antelope will shoot a deadly sharp arrow.
Her arrow shot through my clumsy body, igniting several walls of fire, leaving me with no way out. Then she came up to me with a cruel smile on her lips.
There is only one bottle of blood left in my prop column, so recklessly is not the way.
"Hero, leave me alone!"
Therefore, I can't be Wen Tianxiang, and his famous saying will definitely become "Who lives and dies since ancient times, but lives and earns money".
"Give me one reason not to kill you."
Well, it seems that there is a turn for the better, I loudly say without thinking:
"Once there was a sincere love in front of me ..."
Everyone in the internet cafe began to laugh, and the girl opposite me trembled with laughter.
Fortunately, the lines of the Supreme Treasure are quite useful, which not only helped him escape from Xia Zi's sword, but also helped me to save my life from the arrow of "Hununu".
"I am blessed to live." The ancients did have foresight. "Hununu" didn't kill me, even threw me five thousand dollars, and then drifted away.
"Brother, thank you again!"
Turning back an arrow, the savage on the screen screamed and the girl outside the screen snickered.
I wonder why this girl loves to laugh so much.
If the phrase "smile, ten years old" really works, it is estimated that this girl has laughed off her grandfather for a whole generation.
Although typing is slow, I still open a BBS.
I posted several posts last night, one of which was about "Big Pineapple". I got up this morning and turned on the computer. Someone has already replied to the post.
The name of the respondent is "fox slave slave", which brilliantly extends my point of view. I can't help but marvel at his unique views and proper words.
There is no anger because there is a glass of milk on the table.
Huh? The name "fox slave slave" is familiar ... fortunately, my memory has not deteriorated, and I also developed the ability to never forget in high school. I soon thought of "Hununu" who saved me.
I'm not sure if they are the same person, but it's obvious that this "fox slave slave" in front of me aroused my passion, so I replied with boiling blood: "Mr. Fox slave slave is really shrewd and like-minded, and he is also fascinated by his articles ..."
In the morning, the blood pressure is low, and the burning of blood needs oxygen, which leads to the brain being in an anaerobic state, and the words written are very antique. No oxygen, stiff.
But the posts sent out are like married daughters. Although she can go back to her parents' home, she never wants to get married again, so I will try my best to post the post on my own BBS.
There is no class in the afternoon. I'm going to play "Big Pineapple" in the Internet cafe.
It was already dark when I left the Internet cafe. And there is quite a momentum of "coming events cast their shadows before them". This can be seen from girls running around holding skirts in the street.
Occasionally there will be thunder, but the source of the sound is not the clouds in the sky, but my stomach.
It is estimated that it will rain heavily soon, and I began to wonder if it will suddenly rain heavily on my way home to help me take a bath.
I was standing in front of the Internet cafe, vacillating, when I saw the girl who laughed so hard that the goose fell off. She also came out after checking out at the counter.
She smiled softly when she saw me.
I looked up at the sky blankly, but I didn't see the moon.
"sinking fish and falling geese" and "closing the moon and feeling ashamed of flowers" are really great masterpieces of the ancients.
"I am not a boy!" She suddenly blurted out and ran away with a smile.
I stood there inexplicably, regretfully watching her leave.
It's puzzling, because what she said is really stupid. Of course I know that she is not a boy, and I believe that no one will doubt her gender-but what does she mean by that? Is jealousy making her IQ inversely proportional to her beauty?
It's a pity that she is wearing jeans today, not a skirt.
The rain will come down soon.
The road surface baked by the sun for a whole day was poured all over the floor by the rain, making a "squeaky" sound, accompanied by a layer of water vapor, which was a bit like the smell when the fire hydrant just put out the fire.
Somehow, I remembered the wonderful jade in A Dream of Red Mansions.
It is said that whenever it rains, she will take a celadon urn to store the rain and save it for making tea slowly.
Unfortunately, no one dares to do so today. Because the sky in the city is covered with a thick "dirty cloud" composed of industrial waste gas, the rain will not be purer than God's foot washing water.
I run in the rain, and the heat generated by strenuous exercise is converted into sweat and discharged from my pores, which goes hand in hand with the rain hitting my skin.
I think I must be qualified as a capitalist now. I am indeed what Engels described as "dirty things flowing in every capillary in my body".
Fortunately, I managed to rush to the door of a small restaurant before the rain wet my underwear.
This is a restaurant that can be sent to the museum for people to remember and pay tribute to. The architectural style of the house will certainly amaze foreign architects: several plywood and earth walls comparable to the Leaning Tower of Pisa are firmly put together to form an incredible structure, which perfectly embodies the great creativity of the people of China.
What is more striking is that a brown glass door is installed on the door, which is push-pull type. The words "with private rooms" are pasted on the glass with plastic paper.
I pushed open the glass door, and there was a crash like the paper door of a Japanese room being pushed open.
"Welcome."
The proprietress was greeted with a big smile and a rag in her hand to wipe the sweat.
Her hospitality almost made me grovel and say "I'm sorry".
But I have dignity and backbone, so I am so angry that it is difficult to form a 90-degree bow with the Japanese.
"Sit inside, what would you like to eat?"
The proprietress pulled out a piece of paper suspected of ordering menu from her armpit and recorded it in a demonstrative way, just like a hotel waiting for delivery.
I stared at her face and suddenly aroused an appetite that had disappeared.
"A plate of pig's head ... well, another stir-fry and a bowl of rice. That's it. "
The proprietress nodded-although her chin was close to her chest, which made her nod slightly-and then in an incredible way squeezed into the door behind her that looked only half her size.
As soon as the proprietress left, I found that the space in this small restaurant was quite large. Several tables are neatly arranged, and a black-and-white TV is hung on the wall. A weak football match is going on.
If Zhu were here, he would definitely correct my adjectives again.
"How can this football match be described as' weak'?"
"Because I am tired every time I watch it, it is' anger' and' weakness'."
Zhu Zhe, a bad friend of mine. Because his surname is Zhu, and there was a craze of "Dragon Eight Branches" on TV for a while, everyone simply called him "Zhu".
Fortunately, I am not Xiao Feng, otherwise my "Eighteen Palm of the Dragon" will definitely bounce back from his subcutaneous fat and electrocute myself.
Almost all the tables are occupied, as if they had come in to shelter from the rain. Because I was embarrassed to occupy the toilet, everyone ordered one or two side dishes and ate listlessly.
"Hey, you can sit here."
I saw the girl who could make the geese fall again. She still greeted me with a smile and motioned me to sit opposite her.
My foot walked over and said, "No, there are seats over there." At the same time, my ass has given birth to a brotherhood that appreciates each other and the bench.
"What a coincidence, hehe." I tried to make myself smile brightly.
"yes."
"It's raining outside, hehe."
"yes."
"I heard that Faye Wong and Nicholas Tse are in love, hehe."
"yes."
I soon got tired of this boring greeting and simply stopped talking. And she also lowered her head and looked at something seriously.
Her expression is very serious, just like reading the manifesto of the producers' party, which makes me respect.
"What are you looking at?"
She showed me a book worse than the original Compendium of Materia Medica, and when she turned it over, she fanned out a smell worse than traditional Chinese medicine.
"recipes." She frowned slightly. "I don't know what to order."
"I'll do it," I took the menu and scribbled a few names. "You seldom come to this place for dinner, do you?"
She put away her expression of waiting for a while and replied quite cleverly, "Yes."
If it hadn't been for the rainstorm, she would never have appeared in this place. Her pure and sweet temperament makes her only suitable for meeting under the trees on the Champs Elysé es, instead of this mosquito and fly Qi Fei. Towels and rags are all small restaurants with the same color.
I handed the menu back to her: "Is this ok?"
She seemed to trust me very much and nodded shyly: "Whatever." The hand didn't pick up the menu, but the proprietress who delivered the food grabbed the menu.
The food is steaming, and the taste of the food makes me almost crazy, but I don't like it. In front of her, I have an indescribable sense of restraint.
I was just about to say something when four or five girls rushed over.
"Drink beer? Choose this one. It tastes good! "
"Our XX brand beer is a new product, a well-known trademark and a well-known brand!"
"Drinking is good for your health. Of course, choose the beer from our factory. "
These girls are in sales promotion, and they can get commission from them. Their salary is linked to their performance, and their performance is linked to hospitality. Finally, their hospitality is linked to my wallet.
Both she and I were confused by this sudden situation. Then, she smiled gently, as if watching a play.
Although it is the first time in my life to be surrounded by so many girls, it doesn't taste good. The pungent perfume comes from different brands, and what's even more frightening is that different perfume flavors mix together to produce a pesticide-like effect, which makes my mind faint.
As soon as I lost my mind, my brain was suddenly disturbed. I have to order all brands of beer, one * * * eight bottles!
"Can you finish it?" She asked in surprise.
"Of course-I can't finish it." With a look of indifference, I simply learned from the American free and easy, picked up a few bottles of wine and put them on other tables.
"Come, everyone to drink. It's my treat! "
Bold words did not attract the expected effect. Everyone looked at me warily and thought I had ulterior motives.
She is still a light wind and light cloud expression, sitting there quietly watching me how to ease my embarrassment.
I opened the lid of a bottle of beer with my teeth, took a sip of it myself and shouted in an excited tone, "cheers to Leonardo's outstanding performance!" " "
I pointed to a bald head on the TV screen shouting refueling, and I felt a little familiar.
"C Ronaldo, right?" She hit the nail on the head and exposed my ignorance of football.
I'm ashamed.
"Leonardo starred in Titanic." She "kindly" literacy for me, while clapping her hands and laughing regardless of the image.
Although her laughter cut off my face like a sword-I was humiliated, it was hard for me not to be confused by her smile. Her smile is indeed a knife-a knife in Li Xunhuan, deadly but intoxicating.
The knife in the wind and cloud is also a perfect knife.
At that time, I was already stunned by her smile.
"thrilling" is the only most appropriate adjective I can think of. I really feel that her smile, like sulfuric acid, seeps into my heart and radiates heat, which strongly corrodes my soul.
"Ha ha, just kidding, Bojun smiled." I took a chopstick and beat the bottle, singing out of tune.
"Looking back, looking back, the beauty is gone. The smoke is gone, and the money is gone, just for Bojun to smile. "
The smile on her face did not fade, and she was very happy to watch me play tricks.
Therefore, a beautiful woman's smile is something more powerful than a sword, a gun, a cannon or a nuclear weapon. Zhu Yuanzhang spent so much effort to conquer the country, but Chen Yuanyuan just laughed it off.
However, Zhu Yuanzhang was only lost by his descendants, and I was ashamed.
"I advise you to drink a glass of wine, there is no reason to go out to the west." I sang, poured a bowl of wine from my rice bowl and gave it to her.
She actually picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, blushing by this extremely low-grade beer.
"lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light."
I grabbed the bottle with a smile and drank it without weakness.
"Wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, please hurry up immediately."
"Sing my songs loudly and drink my wine. Youth is a good companion to go home."
Du Fu's bold and hearty poems, read from her mouth, have the lingering feeling of Li Yu. It's a pity that it's not daytime, and drinking and singing in the dark will only be accused by nearby residents of making noise.
"Where to wake up tonight? Yang Liuan Xiaofeng has a broken moon. "
Touching is contagious, and I can't help but become Liu Yong, who is drunk and lying in the shadows.
"A cup of turbid restaurant Wan Li, I don't know."
"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. "
If I want to see the moon, I must at least leave her side first.
She put the wine bowl heavily on the table and murmured:
"Zhumen wine stinks, and the road has frozen bones."
Something seems to be wrong. Why are her poems getting more and more intense?
I hurriedly close to her, deliberately crooked smile:
"tracts size disorderly bead blend. Wine on the face, flowers and eyebrows. "
She ignored my frivolity and pointed to the door.
"Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy knows that it refers to Xinghua Village. "
There is naturally no apricot blossom village outside the door. She refers to a city that never sleeps called Xinghua Village.
That's why wine ruins the boat. I drank a bottle of wine unconsciously, although I was not drunk, but for me with a bad capacity for alcohol, my brain has begun to paralyze. So I immediately changed from a cool little wolf on the internet to a wolf named Jiang, and I finished drinking.
I started singing "Dry wine is not for sale".
"You are lying." She giggled.
I don't talk. Is alcohol at work, or does her smile have the same intoxicating effect? Why do I feel dizzy?
"You are drunk." She said.
"It's not wine because of drunkards ..."
"care ...? "
"Care ... I don't know."
The drunken man cares about her smile, and even all the tricks just now are just the greedy desire of the drunken man to see her smile more.
"You are absent-minded."
"I'm absent-minded, but more accurately, I should be there. My heart is in Korea."
"Oh?"
"Let's eat."
The last sentence was put in by the proprietress, who brought the food to the table. I was probably afraid that I would affect other people's appetite, so I squeezed into the back room again.
She began to eat slowly and carefully, as serious as a primary school student doing her homework for the first time. Occasionally, the long Dharma will slip off her shoulder and sweep back gently, graceful as velvet falling on the water, pure and lovely.
Even after shouting, others didn't care too much about me, as if the bald man on TV was more handsome than me. It's just that they finally started drinking the wine I gave them.
After a bottle of beer, I am not so hungry, but my stomach is uncomfortable. So I sat down, kept burping, and spit out the gas produced by fermentation in my stomach, which looked a bit like the internal cultivation written in martial arts novels.
On the fourth day, just after practicing the magic of Jiuyang, she put down her chopsticks.
"I'm full."
"Are you sure you are really full?" I asked her.
"I'm really full."
"Alas," I sighed.
"Why are you sighing?"
"Because I want to sigh."
She smiled, her shoulders shaking.
I laugh with her, and of course I won't tell her that I sigh because I don't want her to go.
Reality is often cruel, otherwise there would be no such word as "backfire". She got up from her seat and walked towards me.
"Thank you today." She made a bow.
A 90-degree bow is so standard that it almost makes people think that she has been specially trained.
If it weren't for her frivolous temperament, I would think she was an arrogant Japanese.
"Oh, you're welcome." I was flattered to answer, although I couldn't think of anything she should thank me for.
Then she chuckled with her right hand over her mouth, opened the glass door that would make a "Hua" sound like a Japanese paper door, and went out.
There was another "crash", and the door closed, which also cut off my view of sticking to her.
At the same time, I also reacted to one thing, the rain stopped.
No wonder people often describe seeing beautiful women as "eye-catching". After she left, the light in this room was not as dazzling as before, and it was a little dim and sleepy.
"Boss, settle accounts."
"Two hundred and thirty dollars."
I even doubt whether the proprietress is a fairy elder sister, or whether she has studied "Lingbo Micro-step" with Duan Yu, otherwise, how could she move her huge body to me with light steps? But I'd rather be the latter, because it's too wronged for Duan Yu to make her a fairy sister.
"Kill people? ! Two dishes and a bowl of rice, including eight bottles of beer, can't cost two hundred and thirty! "
"That young lady's food just now." The proprietress replied angrily, and the kitchen knife in her hand was dripping with frightening blood.
"Thank you today." She made a bow.
A 90-degree bow is so standard that it almost makes people think that she has been specially trained.
I suddenly remembered what she meant by thanking me when she left. She may think that this meal is my treat.
I just stood there, as stiff as the Statue of Liberty.
The proprietress obviously doesn't appreciate art. With a push of her fat hand, the Statue of Liberty in the Mogao Grottoes becomes a flying statue. Fortunately, I'm still strong, otherwise she wouldn't have become a brokeback Venus in front of the magical power of the boss's wife.
More thankfully, I have enough money with me today, so that I can walk out of this small restaurant safely without being naked like David.
Bleeding under the eyes, my heart is more like being robbed by Eight-Nation Alliance. Mourning the starving wallet and sympathizing with herself, she walked home with the same painful steps as the little mermaid.
"What's the matter with you? The spirit seems very awkward. "
"Wrong! This is not "like", just a little embarrassing. "
"Why?"
I gave her a hard look and tried to kill her with my eyes. It's a pity that my eyes don't listen to my brain, but I just change my fierce eyes into affectionate ones.
She didn't leave, standing under the tree waiting for me.
"I didn't know you didn't bring any money today." I said bitterly, and my tone was full of the sour taste of literati.
"Afraid?" She didn't understand what it meant and froze.
"I also specially ordered some of the most expensive dishes for you, and you didn't eat much! Too extravagant! " The more you talk, the more heartache you get. Why not just find a fresh-keeping bag to take the leftovers home? Mistake. Mistake.
She finally reacted, and her face turned red at once, red enough to laugh at the traffic lights.
"I'm sorry, I, I don't know ... people used to be like this. Please help me order when I eat ... Because you also help me order, I think ... "
What should I say? It's really rare to see a simple girl like her now. It will never be rarer than the number of giant pandas.
"That's all. I will come back when my daughter is gone. " I waved generously to show that I didn't care.
Actually, I made a profit. The ancients said that a thousand dollars can't buy a beautiful smile. I changed her smile just for a meal.
On the other hand, it would be better if her smile could be discounted.
"I'm really sorry." She murmured, "I'm wasting your money ..."
"It doesn't matter, just these two days, I admire Yan Hui's high festival and intend to learn from him."
It is said that Yan Hui in ancient times was an idiot-an idiot-who lived a simple life, only ate a mouthful of rice and drank a mouthful of water, and eventually died of malnutrition. It seems that Confucius' students are not very clever. No wonder he said helplessly to the students, "There must be something wrong with a threesome." She couldn't help laughing again. Laughter sounds warm, especially on a rainy night.
"Don't be too reluctant. Be careful that Yan Hui doesn't learn, and you become an' ancient'-a dead man. " She smiles and sometimes coughs slightly.
"It should be no problem. In addition, I also want to know how thin the waist that King Chu Ling likes can be.
"Do you want to' study by the way' what is' quiet as a flower, moving as a weak willow'?" She suggested it very enthusiastically.
"No, I want to dance in my hand like Zhao Yanfei."
She bent down to cover her stomach with laughter.
It's a pity that Dong Shi isn't here, otherwise she wouldn't study history. The posture of a beautiful woman covering her stomach in front of her is equally touching.
A gust of wind blew and she shook slightly. I just found her coat wet. Maybe she was sitting in the corner of the restaurant, so I didn't see it. It's windy now, and she's starting to tremble with cold.
I took off my coat without thinking, because it was waterproof, so although it was wet outside, it was warm inside. When she threw it at her, she showed a dull expression again.
"Put it on."
"No ..."
"I told you to wear it!"
Maybe my voice is a little loud. She took a step back in horror, then made a clever "Oh" sound, carefully put on my coat and zipped it up.
I didn't expect that she was actually slim. Compared with my height, she looks very fragile. The coat she wears is surprisingly large, which makes her look like a bear, clumsy and childish.
"Ha-"I laughed.
"You-what are you laughing at?" She asked cautiously.
"You see ... well, it's cute ..." I'm telling the truth.
She blushed, buried her head in her collar and smiled shyly.
"I should go home." She said.
"I'll take you?"
"No need." She waved her hand hurriedly, as if she felt something was wrong and showed an expression of regret.
"Then go home by yourself and be careful on the road."
"Actually ... it's dangerous for a girl to walk alone at night ..." She whispered, without looking up.
"I'm leaving ... my home is not far from here ..." She said in a voice that I could hear again.
Then, she bent down deeply and bowed 90 degrees again.
"Today, thank you very much."
She ran a few steps forward, as if thinking of something again, turned around and hesitated to ask:
"This dress ..."
"Give it back to me next time you meet me." I said loudly.
She nodded solemnly, as if promising an important event: "I'll clean up ..."
So, she stepped on her own shadow in my eyes and ran away.
I feel a little cold with only a vest left on my upper body. I subconsciously want to take out a cigarette, but I can't find my cigarette case and lighter all over my body. Then I remembered that cigarettes and lighters were in my coat pocket.
Reluctantly shrugged, with a faint smell of alcohol, I walked slowly towards home, and the street lamp dragged my shadow for a long time. ...
This is the first one. See for yourself later.