Later, I learned that the life-killing Wusu didn't take life, nor did it taste good, but it was bitter and bitter. The first time I drank Dawusu was after drinking two bottles of red wine. The red wine was sour, but Dawusu had some refreshing feelings. One mouthful, one mouthful, one mouthful, and in the middle of the fourth bottle, the mouth of the bottle hit my teeth, and Qiaoye was still talking about it. The singing leaves on the stage frequently signaled to us, you are too noisy, shut up! I'm still listening to music while stuffing a tissue beside me. Maybe I'm not drunk, but I can't remember the next thing, but I haven't forgotten that Wusu is a good drink. Qiaoye is a good drinker. When we were in school, we drank white wine with the kids of the whole student union without blinking. Everyone knows about Qiaoye, but that night, I didn't forget a secret.

? There is a signature of Wan Xiaoli on the guitar that the King talked about. He asked us listeners, after listening to me sing so many songs, do you know who I am? I know he is the king, but I just said, you are Wan Xiaoli, and everyone laughed. The king took a sip of his cigarette and smiled. I didn't listen any longer. I bypassed people to buy a pack of cigarettes. I always smoked Marlboro in the Yellow Crane Tower before, but there was only Bai Wan in the shops around, but it was better than nothing. I was refreshed after smoking two cigarettes. Qiao Ye finished the first red wine, and I called another one. The couple next to him had already left. Three men sat down, but I only remember that one of them was wearing a suit, and to be honest, he was very handsome. He drank Budweiser, and there were only two cigarette cases left.

? Master Qiao is still chanting, I know people's inner anguish, but the man in the suit just now is really handsome.

? When I was in school, I was one year lower than Qiaoye. At that time, the relationship was not so close. Brother Qiang, Brother Bo and Qiaoye were all in the previous session, and I was just a junior with them, a junior just like others.

? Brother Qiang told me that there are always many people on the playground in legend of 19 in summer, and I happened to see a meteor that day. I said that I had seen Suzhou Creek for a hundred times. When I really went to Suzhou Creek, I actually found that Suzhou Creek was just a river.

? Brother Bo later recommended a song to me, which was sung by a 3-year-old woman and a man named Zhao Lei. After he told me, I went to listen to it. It was very nice. I was only 2 when I heard it.

? Qiaoye is a woman, a woman who hasn't fallen in love yet. She is very domineering and capable. She took me to do sales and sold a house. Except for us, none of the people who shouted slogans together in the morning found potential customers. Of course, we didn't either, but we called brothers who could play customers.

? I asked her that day, you have a good relationship, why.

? She said that you Bo Ge and Qiang Ge are very reliable people. If I only have 1, yuan, it doesn't matter if I can give them all. They treat me the same.

? This relationship is really good.

? Brother Qiang has a girlfriend, brother Bo has a girlfriend, and Uncle Qiao is still alone.

? The king asked the listener what song he wanted to listen to. I said I wanted you, and the king said you wanted me. It's no good, no good, my wife is still here. The servants in general laughed, and so did the man in the suit. He leaned in and said, We're going to get ready to go and visit the night scene. The little girl should drink less and pay attention to safety. Bye. The king is still singing, and Qiao Ye is still talking to me. I don't know what I am doing.

? The secret Qiao Ye told me is that she has always liked someone, and this person is Bo Ge. They have always had a good relationship. It was only after Bo Ge got a girlfriend that Qiao Ye discovered his own mind. Things are really old-fashioned, and sadness is also true. Uncle Qiao was really sad that night, partly for his feelings and partly because of his present life. It's normal for her to cry. Maybe crying is really conducive to expressing her feelings.

? Brother Qiang doesn't know about this. He loves his girlfriend very much. Brother Bo doesn't know that he also loves his girlfriend very much. Qiaoye knows that she should love herself more.

? When we are in school, there are always a large group of people around us, and that kind of loneliness can be diluted. It is also because of the crowd that we can deceive ourselves. Being lonely and lonely is a fart, because we are idle. Now out of school, there is no one around, no noise, no alcohol and nicotine. Once I calm down, I find that I have always been alone. The excitement used to be mine, and loneliness has always been mine.

? Later, I found the leaves on the Weibo, and I apologized to her, sorry to disturb her when she was singing seriously, and sorry to disturb all the people present that night. She invited us to play next time. I don't know if there will be another time.

? When I was brushing Weibo, I found a software called soul. I met two people in it with a matching degree of only 87%. One was a soldier, and he would tell me whatever he did. I went to the toilet and went to training. Recently, there was a leader from above, so you wait for me for a few days. I went to train for five kilometers and you waited for me. I hated him telling me what he was going to do in detail, and I hated him for telling me that I would wait for him to come back. The second one is 87% in my city. When we started chatting, we didn't talk, just fighting for a picture. Later, we would call, keep calling, and talk for a long time. We talked about everything, and he kept talking, so I listened. I liked listening to him very much, and he made me laugh. This state only lasted for a whole week. On Monday, his reply to the message slowed down. On Tuesday, I sent him a good night at 1: 22, and at 1: 37, I made a voice call to him, showing that the other party was busy. It turns out, it turns out, except me, he and many people are like this. It's my fault. I shouldn't preconceived him as a lifeline that can make me happy. I thought it was only a week, and the time was not long. I can forget it. But those hahaha days are right in front of my eyes. I really want to deceive myself, but I really can't find an excuse. I was still in the vaccination period, but I smoked a whole box of cigarettes. I wanted to calm myself down, and I did calm down, but I couldn't turn off the lights. As soon as I turned off the lights, I felt that the air from all directions was squeezing me, and I couldn't breathe. My heart was like being rubbed and twisted by a big hand, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

? I found that I don't hate people telling me everything. What I hate is that the people who tell me these things are not the people I want.

? In fact, I have always known that I am a very emotional person, and this strong feeling of wanting to get along with others and share with others will make me fall into it quickly. But if there is any trouble, I will feel that I have crossed the line and asked if I have a position on these words. I will immediately take 1 thousand steps back and pretend as if nothing had happened.

? I'm scared, I admit it.

? When I was drinking Wusu again, I was alone, watching these skipping men and women, and the lights flashed across their faces quickly, so I couldn't see their faces clearly. But I find that I am a little old. A person can't get high any more. I try my best to devote myself to a busy place, but I still feel too quiet. It's really exaggerated to say that I hear my heartbeat, but I hear the sound of swallowing Wusu constantly. At this moment, I just want to go home and wrap my little quilt tightly. Now I am only 22 years old, but I seem to see the end of my drowning in this emotion.

? When I was in junior high school, I had a crush on him. He just transferred from Xinjiang to our class. Strangely enough, he rarely talked to people, but he would tell me a lot about his experiences in Xinjiang. It sounded like a story to me, or it might be that he was special to me. I began to like this black boy who was different from me. He has many good friends in Xinjiang, and he introduced me to them. One of them is called steamed stuffed bun, and he added all my contact information. Last time I mentioned that Dawusu was not bad, and I liked it very much. He said it could be mailed. I don't know what to say at the moment. It's just a case of wine. There are many things on Taobao. I paid for it and bought a case. This case of wine has been placed under the table in my room. I always want to stay in a special occasion to drink it, and let me try the big Wusu without water.

? The beer lid drew an arc on the mobile phone membrane, which was like a straw. When I typed these words on the mobile phone, there was only the last half bottle of Wusu left. The real big Wusu turned out to be bitter, maybe it was my taste or some organs I didn't know about.

? The hospital report showed a bright red picture of my stomach. When the tube was inserted into my stomach, I could feel it. He was stirring and stirring in his mouth, and a lot of mucus was secreted in his mouth, which rubbed on my face warmly, making me even more disgusting. It's over. The doctor said whether my family had come. I said I had come by myself. He said that there were two tumors in my stomach, which had been removed, and the diagnosis would not be made until the pathological report came out. I'm going to get the report tomorrow, and I'll go to bed after drinking the last half bottle. Big Wusu, it's really a little bitter.