Chapter 11: The Drunken Man
When I thought I was drunk with beer, I was surprised to find that I could choose to be sober, it was not really drunk, it was just a short period of self-deception. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info When I found out that Duan couldn't even sit still, I was awake.
When she came out of the cruise bar, Duan also stood firmly to say goodbye to Fen and her friends, and opened the car door for them decently. I still admired him for a moment, thinking that I hadn't seen him for a long time, and that he had grown so much.
After they left, the three of us got into the taxi.
Halfway through, Duan suddenly asked the master to stop. "It's coming soon, why park?" I asked him.
He didn't speak, covering his mouth and patting the master's shoulder. The master was an experienced person who pulled the cart at night and immediately understood his appeal. He's going to throw up, and the car can't get this guy dirty. The master probably thought so, so the speed of the stop was also surprising.
Duan got out of the car and ran to the lawn, vomiting for a while, he almost vomited the wine he drank and the leek eggs he ate at night. After vomiting, he collapsed next to the vomit. His eyes were open, but he was unconscious.
At this moment, I can only be sober.
Fortunately, Zhang, like me, can be selectively sober. The two of us tried to carry him back, but it was much more difficult than we thought.
Zhang and I tried to set him up, but he lay on the ground with his limp body. So we tried to carry him back one after the other, but we didn't expect him to struggle and crawl to the ground. One shouted, "Don't move me!" Let me sleep for a while. ”
I'm so angry that I can't really let him sleep on the street.
Zhang tried to stop the car and pull him back, but the driver of the night train didn't even stop driving when he saw Duan's virtue. Also, if I met a similar drunkard in the middle of the night, I would walk around.
After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang and I had to pull him by the arm and drag him from the street to the house, like dragging a dead dog.
We were relieved to take out the key to the rental house from Duan's pocket, open the door, and drop him on the bed.
"I'm tired brother, I'm tired and sober." Zhang sat on the ground panting and said. I didn't have the strength to speak, so I just nodded my head to agree with him.
Duan was lying on the bed and had fallen asleep like a dead pig at this time, and he couldn't move.
Duan lives by himself, the living environment is not good, and there is no kitchen in the single room. However, he eats out and has no energy to cook after work.
Duan had already left society very early, and he had already taken a break from school to work when I was still in my second year of junior high school. Now he is engaged in decoration, and he can get 18,000 a month if he admits to doing it. "It's too tiring for us to do this job." He used to say. I knew that the money he was getting was legitimately hard-earned money.
This kind of life may be more longing for a partner who can get along day and night.
I wasn't as strong as him, and seeing him fall asleep, I left with Zhang.;