Last night, Mr. M fried four dishes, served a bowl of sea sand noodles, and the four of them had a home-cooked meal along the street in Xiaobu's house.
During the banquet, I definitely proposed to drink and have fun with poetry and books, because I drank too much on the first day, I was unconscious, and I didn't have much energy to fight continuously, so I hung up the exemption card and invited myself to be the night shift driver, so that the coffee "can rest at will, and the king and grandson can stay".
In this way, the table full of four people is divided into two gangs, two for drinking and two for eating. I was assigned to an organization that ate and drank.
This is my forte, and I have never been defeated in many years, so much so that I once wondered if my invincibility was a precursor to thyroid diabetes and other wealthy diseases.
I ate again with a round stomach, and I stumbled a little downstairs, and if it weren't for the fact that a certain coffee who was going to poison me if I didn't drink secretly helped me, I almost rolled down the stairs.
Then I skillfully controlled the vehicle and went straight along Weihai Road with tiredness and guilt, all the way north.
I wanted to cut straight across College Road and turn left, leaving a fragment and a broken trail in the area of College Town, letting go of all the pretended warm hands and heading north again.
I carefully analyzed the road signs, for fear that I accidentally crossed them and went to Liaocheng Road.
The unrepaired Liaocheng Road is bumpy and bumpy without true reincarnation, and it is still dilapidated along the way, so I really, really don't want to continue north.
The lights of the university town area are flickering, and the night is blurry, not like an ivory tower but like a night show.
Several times I almost thought I was on the wrong track, until I hit Beijing Road.
Sending off Mr. J and off-road, I started the measuring scale with Mr. Z, who is always sanctimonious and dressed in suits and leather shoes, and we are going to walk south.
He went to the stinky city at the junction of the East and West Towns to pursue heights beyond the reach of others, while I mixed into the East City and survived with pain and happiness.
Z always said that it would take him 40 minutes to get from Luyuan Mansion to Stinky Beauty City, and I didn't believe it, if he had 40 minutes, then I would have to break through an hour.
This morning, I took a handful of cheap and high, and sure enough, Xiao Gao combined my pace, my frequency, my obesity, and my worth to give a total of 4.8 kilometers of big data in one hour and nine minutes.
The ancients did not deceive me, and the present man does not bluff me.
That Z always lives very carefully, he always walks along the sidewalk or even the blind road in a regular manner, seemingly leisurely, but in fact he is secretly vigilant, and always maintains a state of distrust of today's social environment.
His cautious carrying important components across the river is a kind of risk management and control, and it is a kind of danger avoidance. Risk is characterized by objectivity, universality, inevitability, identifiability, controllability, loss, uncertainty and sociality.
Danger is a warning word, which refers to a potential state inside and outside a system, product, or equipment or operation, the occurrence of which may cause personal injury, occupational disease, property damage, damage to the working environment, and some mechanical hazards.
Obviously, Mr. Z has considered all this, I envy his carefulness, even walking is steady, which foot is the first to be fast, and there is a target not to fight uncertain battles.
In comparison, I was a pure stupid hat and two stunned, I even crossed the brightly lit intersection in Binzhou and took off my short-sleeved shirt directly, bare my upper body, and lived like a man in the bleak autumn wind.
A mournful man on the edge of Tianjia Village, where there was no hope of demolition, howled unscrupulously, not so much that he was singing a certain song, but that he was saying goodbye to someone. The heart-rending kind of life without love, men listened to the nerves, and women listened to the broken menstruation.
The man must have been hurt like never before, at least the most intense stimulus, so much so that he used the song as a weapon and threw it into the boundless darkness.
This song has too much stamina, singing the sorrow of widows, the confusion of the five guarantee households, the loneliness of singles, the remorse of leftover women, the grievances and despair of married women, the reluctance of old cadres to secretaries, and the love of monks for nuns.
People can't let go of the two words "love and money" in this life, get up early for money, be greedy for money, dig out your heart and lungs for love, and in the end the money can't be taken away, and the love can't be kept.
Life is like a play, falling into a dream is life, and waking up from a dream ends in a drama.
All impulses are punishments.
In the man's singing, there is the anger and disappointment of Tian Jiamura who has not been demolished for a long time, but it is obvious that he is very involved, and the sound of the wolf howl breaks through the vicissitudes and pierces the sky.
In my short-sighted eyes, I only saw a vague figure and a shadowy microphone, which matched the lonely Tianjia Village. He is singing old songs that are stuffed with emotions by him in the forgotten village of Tianjia Village, and directly forcibly takes the listener back to a terrible era.
He is in the east of Linyi Road, I am in the west of Linyi Road, Linyi Road, which was once called Xi'an Road, is very wide, and the ghost crying wolf howls can't help but get goosebumps when he listens to it, and he is stunned to cross Linyi Road and arrive at the other side.
In fact, everyone should learn from this stubborn man, if roaring and wailing are top-secret weapons, then this guy obviously has the force to bomb the whole world, he can destroy the body and hit the hearts of the people.
I was forced to listen to it several times, and the voices knocked on my heart, and every sentence was the feeling of not succumbing to fate and fighting hard, which made people's hearts linger for a long time.
The pain in the singing, ibuprofen can't be stopped.
My reaction was very intense, but he was always calm and light-hearted, and he was worthy of a real man who had been to Tokyo and dropped a bomb.
After separating from Z in Stinky Beauty City, I chased the night that was getting thicker and thicker by myself, came home, put on hot water, and soaked my feet for half an hour.