My Story (III)
（Continue）We quarreled for no big business: Cheng Xiaonuo had always asked me to work in Changsha—he hometown, and the just place where she had signed a job contract. I insisted on going go Tibet. And I had kept this a secret till this very moment.
Everyone is has his own temper, Liu Wen said. Deserve it, said Wang Yue gloatly. Fuck, Chen Chen cursed. When I was back in the dormitory, I received the above said treatment.
The other two, the Boss and Brother 6 was playing cards in the next door. They may never have such a chance to place cards together in the future. They are very devoted and without giving me a glimpse. I turned off my cell phone and went to sleep. At the dawn when I woke up, I found my pillow had been wetted by my mouth. I threw the summer pillow away. We will no stay here long. The things are nothing. Anything I can throw. But what about love?
At the thought of love, I found myself confused. I preferred to have a drunk rather than thinking over of it. When drunk, we have no worry. Brothers, let’s do it!
The night fell, and the rain stopped. Our last gathering stepped to its end as the heaven is becoming darker and darker. We will never have such a chance to drink with such friends, no a chance of indulge. We are drunk, we are sad, we are also bothered by the endless worries.
Check up, the 14 of us altogether drunk 26 bound of beer. Shao Yang went and came for four times, and was the only one sober.
Liu Wen lost consciousness in drunk, we dragged him back to dromedary like dragging a dead dog. Pay attention to the small mistakes in the passage.
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