People have their own will, their own way to go

Everyone runs into these things. Walking a stranger's path in the same place. Listen to a confession at the top of a mountain.

Look at a corpse at the bottom of the sea. Thinking about the future overnight on the couch. This is a silent movie, only God can give you subtitles.

A friend can't watch it all with you, but will wait at the door for you to disperse, and then giggle and go to a new place.

I have a friend, is a rich second generation, very rich, belong to the kind of inverted carry up shake two, clattering off the ground full of gold and silver treasure people.

When I was poor, I tried to find a way to him to shave money. He is not a good drinker, he urged him to go to the bar, and then who less than who drank a bottle, you lose a hundred dollars.

At first I could earn two or three hundred each time, but this is completely hard-earned money, more difficult than selling your body, the next day dizzy lying unable to get up.

I lay in bed tossing and turning, early in the morning, rushed to his company, said: "Lao Zhao, change the mode, let's couplet, who can't out, lose a hundred."

Old Zhao almost crushed the cup of tea, indignantly said, "You are too naked."

That night, he carried a bag of change of clothes to my house, to live for two days. I rummaged through the cupboard, only a bag of rice at home, casually cooked a pot of porridge, he smacked his lips and said, "It smells good."

I had an idea and said, "Old Zhao, let's change the mode, whoever walks out of the house first, lose a thousand."

Old Zhao contentedly shrunk into the sofa, said agreed.

The next day we slept, watched TV, and drank porridge.

On the third day we slept, watched TV and drank porridge.

The fourth day we slept, watched TV, and drank porridge. I trembled and asked, "Lao Zhao, you don't go out to manage your business?"

On the fifth day we slept, watched TV, and drank porridge. Old Zhao eyes bloodshot, wandering in the doorway, suddenly rushed to me, crazy roar: "Lao Zi is a rich second generation, Lao Zi do not want to drink porridge, Lao Zi family has five or six shopping malls, seven or eight factories, why should Lao Zi drink porridge here? You answer me ah woo woo woo woo who the fuck let me drink porridge again I bite this bad pussy ah I want to eat elbow woo woo woo woo ......"

I woke up in the middle of the night hungry, heard movement in the kitchen, groped over and found Lao Zhao frying something. A large pot, half a pot of oil, inside floating three or four slices of ham sausage.

I said, "Where did that come from?"

Old Zhao shivered his lips and said, "I found half of it under the coffee table."

I said, "Share a piece with me."

Old Zhao dropped the spatula and cried, "Should this be? The rich generation has offended you? You're still grabbing ham sausages from me at this time?"

I said dumbly, "It's burnt."

On the sixth day we slept, slept, slept. Old Zhao struggled to get up and went to the study to play on the Internet. I heard his QQ "tic tic" sound, rushed to close the bedroom door, secretly open the laptop, applied for a new number, search for beautiful photos frantically sent to him: handsome man to make a friend.

The old Zhao: you are?

I: lonely single young woman, want to have the first love.

The old Zhao: are young women how the first love?

I: how can a young woman not first love?

After a few minutes, old Zhao: Baidu encyclopedia, young women (shaofu) married young women.

I: you care so much why, I look at the money and not you.

Lao Zhao: ...... how do you know I have money?

I: ...... nonsense really fucking much, drink to go, fork bar!

Then I sent a naked photo.

I heard the study chair "thud" sound, old Zhao fell on his back. He rushed out like a mad dog, red-faced group circles. I closed the notebook and said, a thousand dollars at a discount, eight hundred.

Old Zhao threw me eight hundred, wailing and grabbed the door and left.

After a while, I walked into the bar, he really sat straight there. I sat down on my butt, he said: "What are you doing?"

I said, "To find my first love."

Old Zhao said, "......"

I said, "Is the young woman great? Young women have eight hundred it, buy you a drink."

Old Zhao hid in the shadows, covering his face and crying into tears.

We got very drunk.

During that time, Zhao lost his love. The girlfriend of seven years, talking about marriage, suddenly said to look for the soul, asked Lao Zhao for a penny, alone, carrying a bag to Tibet. After returning to take advantage of the old Zhao business trip, things moved away, leaving a long letter. I don't know what was written, that day was the first day I sparred with Lao Zhao, won three hundred dollars.

Later I saw a photo of his girlfriend with a man in Weibo, smiling like a flower. That day was my fourth day of drinking with Lao Zhao, and lost a hundred dollars.

Everyone encounters these things. Take a stranger's path in the same place. Listen to a confession at the top of the mountain.

In the bottom of the sea to see the bones. Thinking about the future overnight on the couch.

It's a silent movie, only God can give you subtitles.

So for half a month, we never talked about this.

No need to confide, no need to comfort, no need to criticize, no need to denounce, do the review alone.

Friends can not accompany you to see the end, but will wait for you at the door to break up, and then giggle and go to a new place.

Then sad, with a good friend by your side, you can escape smoothly.