23 degrees is the first feeling that the city of Shanghai has brought to people for a long time. The warm sea breeze brings the refreshing moisture of the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, nourishing every corner and every person in the city. Whether it's you, it's me, it's him, it's her.

"Don't cry, you kid, don't cry because I'm leaving tomorrow, you won't cry and shed tears." The fat man on campus kicked Tomorrow's ass and said with a smile.

"You're a girl, hurry up and find a daughter-in-law, I haven't been in love for four years in college." Tomorrow put one hand on the fat man's shoulder, pointed to his fat but somewhat greasy face, and said. When I say this, I don't know why I said it tomorrow, but perhaps, the words from the heart will always be sincere and frank.

"I saw Xixi and Zhang Xiaocheng go out to watch a movie yesterday." The fat man cautiously looked at Tomorrow's face. Since breaking up with Xixi, the fat man feels that tomorrow he will always be absent-minded, and he will always be confused when doing things, which is very different from before.

"What's the matter with me, you kid will beat you again." Tomorrow habitually raises his hand to scare the fat man, ya, the fat man feels that tomorrow has a tendency to violence.

"Aunt Liu, have a drink there?" The fat man asked tentatively tomorrow.

"Well, I haven't been to Aunt Liu and Uncle He for a while."

"Okay"! As he spoke, the fat man picked up his mobile phone and called Uncle He and Aunt Liu and told them to come over in a while.

At this time, many young people like Tomorrow and Fat Man are always sitting in the most inconspicuous corner of the city on such a night, looking at this busy and stormy city, silently shedding tears, not knowing whether it is sadness or hope. The city of Shanghai, people call it the magic capital, the magic capital of demons and monsters, maybe all the devils live in it, maybe not.

On the way to Aunt Liu's store, tomorrow I touched the box of Nanjing in my pocket, smoked one and ordered it for myself. The fat man never smokes, of course he will not be polite tomorrow, and tomorrow he himself will only dare to smoke in a place where no one is on the street at night, because he will be fined if he is bumped into by the traffic police during the day, and he has no money. A rich man, it's difficult to be a man without money, and he won't be a man tomorrow.

That night, a fat man with a thin man staggered on the street of the magic capital at two o'clock in the morning, chattering, telling each other the little secrets that had been buried in their hearts for a long time. What are man's little secrets? Man, for the sake of the little hope that remains, endure the long pains, frustrations, and even all the misfortunes of life. That's the little secret in everyone's heart. On the way back, the fat man muttered non-stop: "May we achieve a rich country as soon as possible, I will go to his youth, long live youth." In the impression of tomorrow, the fat man generally does not drink, if he drinks, he must have something in his heart, but he will never say what is in his heart, even if he says it, others must not understand, because the fat man is the same as tomorrow, he is a birdman, and he speaks bird language. But tomorrow I also understand that the fat man must be uncomfortable in his heart, in comparison, he has suffered much better than the fat man since he was a child. At least, tomorrow his dad won't find him a stepmother who is not much older than him. Although the matter of finding a stepmother actually has nothing to do with the fat man, the fat man always feels that he doesn't need a stepmother after all.

Tomorrow, I helped the fat man stumble and staggered all the way, and finally brought him into the dormitory building. When the dormitory aunt opened the door for the two of them, she saw the fat man drunk, and she didn't say anything in distress, but turned around and took a cup of hot milk from her room and handed it to Tomorrow, telling her not to let the fat man sleep on his back after returning to the dormitory tomorrow, it is easy to choke. Tomorrow I also know in my heart that during the four years of college, the dormitory manager aunt went to bed on time at 7 o'clock every day, reminding them of many trivial things, such as the weather temperature has dropped, what epidemics need to be prevented recently, and what illegal electrical appliances cannot be used, and they cannot drink, etc. However, today, Auntie didn't blame the two of them for drinking and getting drunk like this, Auntie was just very distressed. Auntie also knows that they will be reluctant to do so tomorrow, and now these young people carry in their hearts, on their backs and on their shoulders, sometimes more and heavier than their adults.

After helping the fat man upstairs into the dormitory, tomorrow I will be thinking about how to put the fat man on the bed. Although the weather has warmed up, the floor of the dormitory is still very cold, so I threw the fat man on the ground like this, for fear that I would get rheumatism.

But now, the fat man is drunk and unconscious, and he can't stand steadily, how can he put him on the bed, and now he is embarrassed to find someone else in the middle of the night, how can he get him up? Tomorrow can't help but think of the story of Cao Chong calling an elephant when he was a child, but he is not Cao Chong either. Isn't there no way, tomorrow it's hugging, pushing, and carrying, so I finally moved the fat man to his bed.

"You don't want to vomit." Tomorrow, I looked at the fat man who was sleeping to death and wiped his sweat and gasped and said, but the way his fat man slept was really charming.

"What the fuck am I thinking"? Tomorrow suddenly burst out laughing.

"Vomit", at this moment, the fat man suddenly turned over and vomited next to the bed.

"Ya, don't say hello when you vomit, I'll find a basin"! Tomorrow, when he sees the fat man breathing out after he finishes vomiting and then falls asleep, he can't help but want to beat the fat man.

"Ya, now that you're comfortable, I don't want to sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of goddess does someone have, the personal male god of the school flower, I'm just your fucking babysitter." After getting out of bed tomorrow, he looked at the mess all over the place, and said helplessly and angrily. There is no way, tomorrow I turned on the air conditioner and opened the window, and I was busy cleaning up for an hour, and finally cleaned up the things that the fat man vomited. Tomorrow he turned off the dormitory light and sat in front of his desk, the faint light of the desk lamp reflected on his face, he looked at the various books piled up on the table, in the past four years, he also accompanied Xixi to visit many bookstores and buy a lot of books. The days with books are always happy, although not very read.

The fat man's snoring echoed in the dormitory.

"Oh my boy, I slept really well." Ya's and Zhenxiang have become the mantra of Tomorrow and Fat Man for four years, because they often eat KFC, and Fat Man is a Beijinger.

Tomorrow he got up and walked to the window and closed the window, and it was windy at night, and he was afraid that the fat man would catch a cold. Their dormitory is at the junction of Zhengmin Road and Guoding Road, and standing in the dormitory, you can see the second and third religions on the opposite side and the Guanghua Building with a market value of 500 million, and of course, there are vehicles and crowds of people speeding past on the street from time to time. I don't know why, but tomorrow I always feel empty in my heart.

He glanced at his phone, and it was already half past one in the morning. Tomorrow he turned off the lamp on the table and lay on the bed, and after closing his eyes, he was thinking, what will tomorrow be like?

At six o'clock the next day, I will wake up tomorrow. When he got up, he raised his head and looked at the fat man who was asleep opposite, and the fat man was still spread out on the bed, with a sigh in his mouth. That look, it's exactly the same as Hanhan.

After getting up and washing, I went to the cafeteria tomorrow to buy a sobering breakfast, but unfortunately the fat man is still groggy and snoring. Although last night it was said that the fat man invited him to eat tomorrow, he didn't think about it, and the fat man was drunk without drinking much. When I go back with the fat man tomorrow, the scattered couples on the road still think that there is something wrong with the two of them. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, it must not be the fat man who suffers, but tomorrow.

Tomorrow sat at the table, looked blankly at the fat man who was asleep, and then looked at the city outside the window with a lot of traffic. He was silent. A silence that belongs to young people. After coming back to his senses, he packed his luggage again, made a phone call, and made an appointment to come and move things when the time came.

"Pick out those books of yours, along with these on my table, give them to Sister Wen, let her keep them first, and if she doesn't work, she will take them out and sell them at a stall, and she can have a drink." I don't know when the fat man woke up, he glanced at tomorrow's table, and then looked at tomorrow and said.

"Damn, you scared me to death, I thought the dormitory was haunted." Tomorrow looked up and saw the fat man yawning with his mouth open.

"Okay, I'll sort it out. Hurry up and get up, after washing, there is breakfast on the table, sobered up, and there will be no such shop in this village after that." Tomorrow walked to the fat man's bedside as he spoke, and handed the fat man a glass of warm water.

After the fat man got out of bed, when he sorted out his books tomorrow, he found a photo of him and Cissy at the gate of the university in the past. At that time, Xixi, jeans with a white shirt, short hair fluttering in the wind, two tiger teeth reflected on the goose egg face, it was 18-year-old Xixi, and 18-year-old tomorrow. Tomorrow will be stunned, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, I just called Sister Wen, and she said that she didn't have any land there, so why don't we sell it to the second-hand bookstore downstairs." The fat man stood at the door of the dormitory, spitting foam in his mouth and said to tomorrow.

"Well, okay, but I think this business could be a bloody loss." Tomorrow he will put that photo in his suitcase, he has long been accustomed to the fat man holding a toothbrush and making blind gestures.

After the fat man finished cleaning up, they carried the box full of books to the second-hand bookstore downstairs, which was full of various items of graduates, such as bedside lamps, massagers, etc., which also attracted many younger students to come here to shop for things. In short, it is to carry forward the fine tradition of hard work, diligence and thrift. The owner of the second-hand bookstore and the fat man of tomorrow are very familiar with each other, because the fat man often shares a piece of KFC from the owner of the second-hand bookstore. It's just that unexpectedly, this time their transaction was very pleasant, and tomorrow and the fat man got a turnover of 20 yuan per book, which is the highest record in the history of waste paper transactions in second-hand bookstores.

Among these books, although I don't read much tomorrow, I can be regarded as flipping through them, and as for the fat man's book, it is for decoration. However, although the fat man is a student of the Chinese department, the computer won the first prize of the school's design competition, and when he received the award, he stood among those science and engineering boys, like a big brother, a little out of the crowd. When I asked him tomorrow why he didn't change departments, he replied: "I'm fat and I'm going to win the Nobel Prize in Literature."

Damn, if you don't brag, you'll die.

After selling the book, tomorrow felt that he was about to realize the lofty dream of being rich and rivaling the country, because he had 1,500 yuan more in his pocket. That's a lot of money for tomorrow.

When leaving the second-hand bookstore, the boss shouted to Tomorrow and the fat man: Nong is just going to do it. Tomorrow and the fat man replied in unison: "Nong Xing, Nong Xing". It's a piece of KFC that builds on the simple emotion.

"Tomorrow, did you say we'd meet again in the future"? After selling the book and going upstairs to clean up his things, the fat man suddenly asked tomorrow, which was different from when he usually pulled tomorrow to watch the school girl dance and asked which girl was good-looking tomorrow.

"Yes, definitely". Tomorrow choked up a little, and said with his hand tightly on the fat man's shoulder.