No matter how perfect the dance party is, after a night of carnival, it will become a mess the next morning. The fragrant bacon from last night will become disgusting mud after a few days. Perhaps most of the beauty in the world is instantaneous, and the vulgar smell you encounter may have been elegant and delicious in the previous moment.

Just like the thing I vomited out now. A few minutes ago, he was still a cup of mellow wine, but now, it was just a pool of garbage that wild dogs were reluctant to lick.

And I need this garbage.

Because I can't be sober, I need to anesthetize myself, alcohol is undoubtedly the best thing.

I dragged my body and pushed open the door of the bar in front of me again. The smell was similar to the vomit I had just sprayed out, and it was even thicker. It was like a pot of sticky stomach juice, evenly applied to every inch of the air.

And the drunks in front of them were all bathed in the fishy smell and poured their heads into the wine glass.

My name is

Maybe it's because of the drunkenness, I don't remember it very much, but it doesn't matter.

Because I am just a little person in this chaotic city, no one pays attention to it, no one remembers it, unless I spit out the wine on the shoes of a passerby, he would never have noticed me.

In fact, after he beat me up, he would forget me the next day.

This is really awesome

Oh, my self-introduction is not over yet, and besides my name that is not worth mentioning, I have a job - a circus extra.

In my spare time, I clean up the performance venue, oil the wheelbarrow, shovel the manure eggs, and when there is no interval between performances, I go on stage to tell jokes to people. Although my jokes are generally not funny, I have a trick, which is to laugh first after each joke, and laugh backwards and backwards, and laughter is always contagious, so that I can at least lead a few idiots who don’t pay attention to listening to the content.

I got this job at the end of last month.

And I lost it this afternoon.

Maybe it was because my joke was really not funny, maybe it was because my base plate was not clean enough that the wheelbarrow acrobatic fell. In short, I was fired again and I was unemployed again.

Once again, someone pointed at the nose and scolded the trash.

"Another glass." I said with my bartender, and then added: "The cheapest one."

When I first said this, I was a little embarrassed because it meant that you had no money, but gradually, I found that no one cared about how much wine you drank, which is why I liked it here.

Yes, I don't have money.

I haven't paid my rent for 3 months. Every night when I walk up the stairs of the apartment, I don't even dare to look at the landlord's eyes. After opening the door, I don't dare to look at my wife and her belly.

She is pregnant, 6 months old.

So far, I don't even have time to name my children.

Every day, I can only travel around various job fairs, flipping through advertisements on the streets and alleys, and then being fired again and again.

This city is like a wild beast, it is slowly swallowing me, its thorny tongue scraping my flesh, and its needle-like mouthpiece sucking my blood. It will not kill you at once, but will slowly, ruthlessly, push you down a verge of death and make you suffer until you are desperate, until you want to commit suicide, but I still have children and my wife, I have them, but I can't support you.

A glass of wine was put in front of me, and the bartender was a little strong, so some of the wine spilled out, but I didn't care, because I had already thought about it, I wouldn't pay for the wine tonight, I would be drunk and lie here, unconscious. Anyway, no one could get a penny out of my pocket, and no one could bring any pain to a drunk man.

At most, when they hit me, they heard me telling cold jokes, vomiting, smirking, or shedding a few tears.

Finally, I cried. In order to cover up the ridiculous tears, I pretended to laugh, and then I was choked and shed more tears.

Hurry up and let me get drunk so I can have 12 cents left.

That's amazing!

"Do you want to drink more?"

Just as I was coughing vigorously to soothe the spastic trachea, a light sound came into my ears.

I raised my head with difficulty

In front of me is a beautiful but somewhat weird girl.

I say she is beautiful because she is really beautiful. She has a slender waist, slender legs, and her whole body is full of charming vitality.

The reason why she was weird was because her hair color was really inappropriate. It was charming blonde, but it was tied into a pair of ponytails. It was painted pink and blue on the other side. There were also some weird costumes on her beautiful face, but this seemed to make her look more charming.

I was so stupid that I even forgot to cough and just stared at her blankly, like everyone in the bar.

At this time

She turned her head to me

They were a pair of eyes that couldn't tell what they felt. They seemed very tired, calm, and relieved. She looked at me quietly, from top to bottom, from nose and corners of her mouth, and finally stayed on my eyes.

"Do you want to drink more?" She repeated the words just now, and then added: "I'll treat you."

I was a little confused: "Do you know me?"

The girl smiled and said, "Which are you?" she responded.

"Haha." Faced with such a confused question, I smiled. It seemed that this girl was also a drunk guy, just like me: "No matter who you are, if you just counted, then I want to drink until I forgot about it."

"Of course, keep it aside." The girl smiled: "You have all your wine today in my account, but I have a condition."

I was stunned for a moment. I didn't know what conditions this strange woman would propose, but I was not afraid because I had nothing

"I want your lipstick in the one in your left pocket," she said.

I looked at her blankly. This lipstick was bought with the last little money in my pocket after I was fired. At that time, I didn't know why I wanted to buy it, maybe because giving this lipstick to my wife was the only thing that I could make her happy now, or I just wanted to completely turn myself into a waste without any money.

Anyway, I bought this lipstick and regretted the next second after I bought it. After all, this dollar can buy bread for two days.

"Hi, how do you know I have a lipstick?" I asked.

The girl smiled and said, "Of course I know, I'll pay a dollar for it."

"Hahaha—" Maybe because I could take back the dollar, I laughed: "Okay, I do."

And, I said, "Thank you."

"Yes, thank you!" I seemed to hear it, and she also said thank you.

I don't know why she said thanks, but it doesn't matter because she's just a drunk.

I took out the lipstick from my pocket and handed it to her.

She took it as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, my sight was already blurred by the wine.

It seems to have seen it

The strange girl smiled, but tears burst into tears and dyed her weird makeup.
Chapter completed!