I was relieved to finally finish writing. Someone said: "How can you write an article without a beginning and an end, and it will end without a clear explanation." I was like falling into a fog: "Didn't I write the ending very clearly, how can it be called having a head and no tail." The man asked: "Your roommate, what is the result of his online dating, have you made it clear?" I let out a long sigh: "I'm writing about the love on my keyboard, not the love on my roommate's keyboard, you don't distinguish between priorities and priorities, you can't grasp the key points, and you are looking for problems in the details, whether you can read novels or not." "However, since I have asked, even if I am a hundred unhappy and a thousand are unwilling, I have to give an explanation.

I still remember one day in 2000, one of my roommate's college classmates was playing with him (male), and he called me to have dinner with his classmate in the evening.

The three of us arrived at the small restaurant, and the conditions at that time were not good, so we asked for four dishes casually, asked the waiter to bring a basket of loose beer, and drank it happily.

As I drank and drank, I felt that something was wrong, and neither of them talked about their friendship with classmates, nor did they communicate with me, an outsider, but kept drinking with a gloomy face, and soon their faces were the color of pork liver.

Seeing that I was stunned, my roommate picked up a bottle of beer and stammered, drinking, getting drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows, and couldn't help but say, and directly let me drink a whole bottle.

One of his classmates also spit alcohol and said to me that he was drunk and didn't want to go home. I'm baffled, I don't have to worry about it, my house is nearby.

Then they clasped each other's hands tightly, laughed wildly a few times, and then burst into tears, wanting to say something but choking up so that they couldn't say it.

They also touched me because their tears were sincere, and I felt sorry for them inexplicably.

However, these two big men always feel a little weird like this. I didn't drink much, I didn't drink much, I was more sober, and I remember that we had 24 bottles of beer at that time.

Back in the dormitory, they both vomited all night, and I was forced to stay with me all night. Afterwards, I asked him suspiciously, you classmates only drink alcohol when they meet, and they have never seen wine.

He smiled sheepishly and explained to me. It turned out that when his classmate found him, he told him that today was the darkest day of his life, and his roommate was surprised and asked him what had happened.

He said that he liked so-and-so, but so-and-so got married today, and he lost her forever. What the?

！ The roommate was completely shocked, this so-and-so was also his so-and-so (that is, his college female classmate mentioned above), he really didn't know that she was going to get married, and it was today.

I didn't expect the two of them to like one person! My roommate's face became extremely ugly, but he did a great job of hiding it, and he said to his classmates: "Classmates should share weal and woe, I understand you, and I am willing to share your sorrows, and we will get drunk tonight." "My roommate left in 2001 to go to another city to develop, and I haven't seen him for 18 years.

Someone asked curiously: "What happened to the junior girl who became a teacher one year below you, are you combined?" I was so resentful of this kind of question that I solemnly told him: "I write novels, novels, novels (important things are said three times), and even if more than 90% of the novels I write are true, you shouldn't ask me where the characters of the novels belong in reality, so I refuse to answer your questions." Perhaps, this is also an answer.

Someone asked again: "If you don't want people to ask you about the real situation of the characters in your novel, why do you write a novel about the real things?" I replied, "Actually, it's very simple, it's best to write about true feelings, and it's the most difficult to be disease-free." I have a feeling that if you write about real people and real things, it is that if you write with divine help, you can say thousands of words. If it's a fictional story, you have to figure it out in every possible way, think wildly, and can't write a thousand words a day, like squeezing toothpaste. Also, some people have things that will become blurry if they are not written down, even if they are not forgotten. ”