What happened in the summer of 2020

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I closed my eyes and sniffed.

Some suspicious smell.

I think the two pills given to me yesterday must not be anti-alcoholic drugs, they may just be vitamins!

I quietly got out of bed and put on a T-shirt and shorts.

The head is slightly heavy, but the muscles and bones feel fine.

Judging from the local feeling, I should at least not have been attacked last night.

After all, I touched a certain place, and if I did, I could not be intact.In fact, it's because he's scary, and it's definitely not something I can control on the battlefield for the first time in 28 years, so I insist on attacking.

But... have I succeeded?

I wanted to make a cup of honey water, but found that the honey bottle was on the cooking table with the lid still open.

A certain suitcase stood by the door.

I looked at the honey bottle, then at the suitcase, but still couldn't remember anything.

I've never drank guava in the past.In the few entertainment experiences before, I only drank to the point where my movements were sluggish, but my consciousness was never blurred. I thought I would not be able to drink fragments of my physique.

I was really careless about that beer yesterday!The key is that the beer is easy to drink, and it is more enjoyable to drink, and because of the so-called anti-alcoholic medicine, the vigilance is relaxed!

Ugh--

I sneaked into the bathroom, turned down the water flow, washed my face and brushed my teeth.

I found an unfamiliar toothbrush on the sink.

There was also a pair of unfamiliar shorts hanging on the shelf.

Emmm... still can't think of anything.

One is still asleep.

Stuck firmly on the bed, breathing evenly.

I squatted beside the bed and looked at him carefully.

No trace of the legendary strawberry was found.So I'm not even a wild lover when I'm drunk?

I touched a certain shoulder.

A little hot from the sun.

I think the shape of his shoulders is really nice.

Even the little flowers left by his vaccinations are pretty.

I touched the little flower with my fingertips.

Uh, I don't look like an idiot, do I?

The idiot, or the prince who watched Sleeping Beauty?

I think I still think of myself as admiring sculpture.

A reclining sculpture.

But does the sculpture have hair?

I shook my head, sober.

Looking at the time on the phone, it was not yet eight o'clock, but my stomach was as hungry as a bear just waking up from hibernation.

I gently added water and rice to the rice cooker, and mixed in shredded cucumber.

Then he went back to the bed lightly and looked at a certain person.

He was still in a deep sleep, and the sunlight had already moved to his forehead.

I squinted my eyes and looked at his forehead carefully, but I couldn't find any traces of forehead lines.

It seems that it has been going smoothly.

His face was actually very clean, even the tip of his nose was shiny, only a large piece of stubble on his chin became particularly clear after a night.

It’s weird.

I often see his face.

Why does it feel different today?

When he wakes up after a while, see if I feel the same way?

Maybe something changed overnight.

I gently opened the balcony door and walked out.

Under the bright sunlight, wormwood, gravel and rubble in the ruins.

It seemed that under such strong light, the building of the nail house became somewhat blurred.

I have lived here alone for so long, and finally someone came to stay overnight for the first time.

Those wormwood, gravel and rubble, if they have sentience, must also be novel about it?

They'll say: That single dog on so-and-so's balcony looks a little different today.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing. I experienced such an important night in my life, and what I wanted to share most when I woke up in the morning was a ruin.

That's it.

I quietly went back to the room.

The eyes clearly perceive the light and shade from outdoor to indoor light.

Watching a certain few seconds on the bed, making sure he was loading like a screen on a computer until it appeared clearly.

Gumbling—

Gumbling--

The porridge in the rice cooker has reached boiling point.

There is a fragrance in the air.

I stood in front of the cooking table and mixed the shredded cucumber again.

Suddenly heard a sleepy call.

I turned around and he lifted his head off the bed.

He said: come, good morning kiss.

Emmm...greasy.

I said: Let me give you good morning porridge and good morning cucumber.

He said: You attacked me last night, and you gave me porridge and cucumber in the morning?

I said: I was so drunk yesterday that I don't even remember it.

He said: Do you want to renege?

He got up from the bed, pretending that it hurts and that hurts.

Even if I really did something, I wouldn't be so lethal.

I think I'm stupid.

I shouldn't have told him that I drank too much and had no memory.

I should say I remember it all, remembering that I didn't do anything at all.

In this situation, why do you have the illusion that honest people like to be fathers?

I said: You must have deliberately drunk me yesterday.

He expressed his innocence.

I said: What you gave me must not be a hangover cure.

He said: It's not the anti-alcoholic drug, it's Viagra, which made me toss.

Talking and walking to the bathroom, showing the pain of the little mermaid when she was just learning to walk.

I?

I also doubt myself a little bit.

After all, drinking fragments is something beyond life experience, and I don't know what I will do.But he is so big, how could I succeed when I was so drunk?

It seems that this is going to become the unsolved mystery of my life again.

I found a bag of ham and fried it.

He washed it out and said it was really fragrant.

I said: Seeing that you can't walk well, I will give you a leg to make up for it.

He looked at me sadly, as if he had become a sensitive person after waking up, and then showed an amazing appetite.

I fried another bag of ham, eggs and finger pies.

He said happily: The appetite in high school is back.

After dinner, as usual, I'm going to the park for a run.

One said that he also wanted to go for a walk to digest food.

I changed my sneakers.A certain business trip did not bring sports equipment, but he was dressed in a casual business suit, and wanted to accompany me to the park for a walk.

As soon as we went out, we met a neighbor who opened the door for ventilation.

The neighbor looked at a certain person, and I was a little guilty, so I quickly put away the self-satisfied love letter, and Wuyin explained here: He just came here this morning.

The neighbor was a little puzzled and said: Why did I see him carrying you back last night?

I……