Headache!

I stroked my head and sat up, feeling a little dizzy, my limbs weak, and most importantly, my mind was like a thousand grass and mud horses galloping by, stepping on the potholes and blank. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a feeling of not knowing what night it is.

Shaking his head, the things in front of him were a little spinning, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

Last night, the company had activities to celebrate the successful conclusion of several major projects, all colleagues went to the hotel to eat and drink to celebrate, and after the end the boss proposed to go to the KTV to charter the venue, and it was more than two o'clock in the morning.

At this time, many colleagues couldn't hold it anymore and went home to sleep. I also wanted to go back, but a few good colleagues were not happy, and we also wanted to go to the bar to high, saying that it was 12 o'clock at midnight, and the nightlife had just begun, and it was too busy and tiring and depressing, and we had to relax. Holding my arms and stuffing them into the taxi.

It is said that there is a newly opened bar called King, which is very lively and unique.

Standing at the door of the bar, looking at the dazzling neon signs at the entrance, the men and women who are open in and out, and the dynamic music that faintly comes from inside. Maybe it's the alcohol in my stomach, and I'm faintly excited.

I should belong to the kind of people who are usually more cheerful, well-behaved and quiet when quiet, and can be open when they are lively. Of course, when you're crazy, it's only when you're in private friends.

Later, when I entered the bar, I poured down a few large glasses of foreign wine, red and white. About that day, I really drank too much, took advantage of the dizzy wine, climbed the KT platform, danced and laughed and shouted with everyone, and the pressure of work was fully released, I didn't have this relaxed feeling for a long time, as if I had returned to that carefree childhood.

My childhood was spent in a mountain village, at an innocent age, running all over the mountains with a few friends, even if I fell, I wouldn't cry, and during that time, even the air was full of happiness.

Suddenly I wanted to cry, I wanted to go home, to that small mountain village with green mountains and green waters. But every year when I go back during the Spring Festival, I don't feel very good. There are fewer and fewer people in the village, the young people have moved their families to the city, the old people have returned to dust one by one, and even if it is a lively festival like the Spring Festival, the village is no longer as lively as before.

Bartering ...... Neither are people.

I no longer have any memory of what happened next, the last sounds in my ears were the loud music in the bar, and the unfamiliar faces and swaying figures shook in front of me.

Then, everything seemed to drift away until it was a blank......

I don't know who helped me back in the end. I'm also a supervisor, and they're not going to leave me alone.

The reaction to the hangover was obvious, dizziness and some thirst. I closed my eyes and reached out to subconsciously touch the bedside table, which I usually put there before going to bed, so that I can moisten my throat at any time when I am thirsty in the middle of the night.

But I touched the bedpost, and it didn't feel right. I was stunned, I bought a 2-meter-wide bed, which was empty on three sides, where did the bedpost come from?

I lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed barefoot, my legs a little weak, I stumbled and reached out to hold the bedpost. But my heart trembled, it was obviously not my hands and feet, or rather, not my current hands and feet. When I was 30 years old, the years had left a mark on me.

I looked at the hand that was still clutching the bed in a daze, the fingers were thin and short, and the knuckles were a little white because of the tension. Slowly let go of his hands, and it was obvious that the skin was very white but not delicate, the nails were cut flush, and the fingers were short and round, not as slender as ordinary girls. I'm sure it's my own hands, the hands of my youth.

I quickly sat on the bed, raised my feet, the middle toe was slightly inward-hooked, that is my family inheritance, it is said that my mother's vein, the middle finger of the woman's feet, are slightly inward-curved, not as neat as ordinary people.

Grandmothers, mothers, and sisters, and even cousins of uncles and aunts all have this trait. Of course, there are exceptions, but the cousin of the aunt's family doesn't have it for some reason, probably because the genes of the sister-in-law's family are too strong.

I thought about it, lifted the quilt and lay back on the bed.

I didn't wake up.

It must have been that he didn't wake up!

Although I have been mixed with Jinjiang starting point and other websites for many years, I usually climb the grid code words, and I have a thick fight after reading the novel, but I always think that it is all the author's brain hole into the universe and think about it.

Then you don't have to look for water to drink, you can't drink it anyway. There have been a few times when I was thirsty in my dreams and looked for water to drink, but no matter what drink or plain water I looked for, it didn't taste in my mouth, and I couldn't quench my thirst.

I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, but the consciousness in my head was clearer than ever. This is really not right. I have slept on this bed for more than ten years, and the bedding and mattress under me, in fact, I can't remember the color clearly, but just when I saw it, all the feelings came back immediately, it was so familiar and kind.

Old-fashioned wooden beds, with fixed mosquito net shelves, in the past countryside, many people will hang a white mosquito net regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, very thick silk mixed cotton products, mosquito prevention in summer, dust in winter.

Rural houses do not have suspended ceilings, and under the black tiles, there are bedrooms. After a long time, there will be dust, and in case of windy weather, the furniture in the house has a thin layer of ash. However, the farmers are very hardworking, what does it matter if there is ash, just wipe it. Is this ash as thick as the soil in the ground?

This is my boudoir before I got married.

I sighed slightly, I hadn't dreamed of my hometown for many years. But I clearly remember that this bed was sold by my father more than ten years ago, along with the cupboards at home.

My house used to be the ancestral hall of the village.

At that time, my father and mother couldn't get by because of the conflict between the concubines, so in a fit of anger, they took out a loan to buy the ancestral hall at that time. At that time, the 10-year catastrophe had long been over. In the village, all old things, especially ancestral halls and temples, are smashed, looted and burned in the name of anti-four old and anti-feudal.

Except for a few large objects, the things in this ancestral hall have been emptied, and the empty room has been locked, and no one has been caring, for fear of being pulled out to criticize in the name of feudalism.

Later, my parents bought it, and it is said that they invited the village cadres to eat and drink two meals before they bought it with all the good words.

Life is not easy, and it doesn't matter what gods and ancestral halls are. My mom cleaned and moved in, and lived in it for seven years, and the cleaning and cleaning of the beds and cabinets just mentioned seemed to be quite neat and clean, so I saved the purchase of furniture and continued to use it. It wasn't until I was five years old that my family demolished the old house and built a new one.

When I was a child, I didn't understand it, and I never noticed any difference in this bed. Later, when my mother removed the mosquito net and cleaned it, she finally saw the whole bed, the top of the bed was carved with flowers, the pattern on the beam on the front of the bed was very complicated, and some of the gold paint had fallen off. I just think it's fun, too.

But I like the cupboards at home very much, the cabinet is full of carved dragons and phoenixes, the double doors are also leaking various patterns, there are carved fences under the double doors, and the cabinet is also coated with gold paint, but it is also a little relegated.

When I was young, I liked to play hide and seek with my children, and once I hid inside, and my friends couldn't find it, so I went home to eat, and I waited and waited in it, and then fell asleep. My mother searched all over the village, and finally found it in the cupboard in her kitchen, and of course, I was inevitably beaten by a fat meal.

When I grew up, I realized that the cabinet in my house was actually a sedan chair, and it was no longer possible to check the age.

With my hands resting on the back of my head, I looked at my former boudoir, and felt that it was also a little interesting, and it was also good in my dreams, at least this room would not be full of dust like in reality. The windows were bright and clean, and there were a few strings of small boats that my sister and I worked together to fold with candy paper, about the size of about one centimeter.

It was also when I was young that I had that leisure and ease to slowly fold, but now, I definitely don't have that mind.

"Ye Qiao, you dead girl, take a nap and don't get up until four o'clock in the afternoon, if you don't get up again, I'll kill you." There was a mid-air roar of clattering wooden siding.