It is difficult to take a taxi near Harbor City, and after I went downstairs, I realized that my mobile phone was missing.
Forget it, forget it if you can’t find it.
Anyway, I'm drunk now and feel much better. It feels so good to be drunk.
That's why I keep doing this job, it comes with so much free wine every day.
Drunken life and dreaming, no worries.
I thought I would definitely become an alcoholic - just like my dad.
The difference is that I will not get married, have children, or ruin other people's lives. I planned early on to send my mother away alive, then find a corner, get some herbicide or something, and kill it like a drink.
End this rotten life of mine.
I walked like this for a long time, and finally I was too tired. I saw a bus stop and sat down.
In fact, it was only a pound and a half, just a drizzle. I was just a little dizzy and didn’t want to vomit.
Besides, I was very nervous the whole time. I didn’t eat anything and I couldn’t vomit it out.
I found something to lean on until I suddenly heard Liang Medong's voice: "Wake up, Rose."
When I was in high school, I always had to go to class very late, and there were fights at home every day, which kept me from sleeping well.
So when I study in the evening, I always want to sleep for a while.
At that time, Liang Modong would always wake me up when it was time to go home.
Just shake me gently like this and say, "Wake up, Rose."
His voice was like the summer evening breeze, cool, moist and gentle.
I'm never unhappy when he wakes me up, because I know he won't make me uncomfortable unless it's absolutely necessary.
That day at the Express Hotel, in the last few moments, he called me in the same voice.
He said, "Wake up, Rose. Let's go get something to eat."
I stared at him blankly that day, and he was hugging me - his arms were under my neck, and his fingers were tangled in my hair.
The moment I opened my eyes, he was holding my hand, looking at my face carefully, inch by inch, as if looking at something good.
I guess maybe this is what being married feels like? Sleeping with a boy - it would be great if the other person could always be Liang Modong.
That was the first and last time we hugged each other.
After coming out, I got on the No. 21 bus.
Who am I?
To be honest, I no longer know.
I don’t know when I fell asleep. Anyway, my last memory is that I felt very sleepy, so I fell asleep leaning against the corner of the station.
Surprisingly, I slept well this time.
I didn’t have any dreams, I woke up because I was hungry.
The first thing I saw was the light on the roof.
The chandelier, which is so white that it turns yellow, is in the shape of a moon—it is actually a broken ball with pits and pits.
I gave this to Liang Modong. I bought it from a street stall in the night market and spent a huge sum of fifty yuan. It was erratic just three days after I gave it to him. He repaired the back by himself.
...So this is Liang Medong's home again.
When I sat up, I realized that there wasn't even a piece of cloth under the quilt.
Oh, whatever.
It's daybreak and I'm sober.
At least I know that waking up at Liang Modong's house is at least better than waking up in a homeless man's bed on an overpass.
At least Mr. Liang can settle the account, right?
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon. I got out of bed to find some water and walked around Liang Medong's house. I didn't take a closer look when I came last time, so I took a closer look today.
Everything is still the same as in my memory.
From the grand piano in the living room to the can of paper cranes in front of the TV, every object seems to have not been moved.
Speaking of which, I started visiting Liang Modong's house in the second grade of junior high school because his house is right next to the school. It has bright and clean windows, is warm in winter and cool in summer, and has a lot of snacks and smart TVs.
And there were never any adults in his family.
It is the paradise in my heart.
I never asked Liang Medong about his parents, just like he never asked to enter my house.
I think it must be a bad memory.
But it turned out that I was stupid.
Liang Yin Group... Anyone who has anything to do with it can be called a real rich man.
Mad...I actually got a really rich first night at the One Hundred and Sixty-Eight Express Hotel.
