When I woke up in my familiar bed in my hometown, my memory was only at the performance of the tail teeth dinner. My three colleagues and I dressed up as faceless men among the Shenyin Girls, dancing a simple dance that was so weird that it was funny, and then I got the second place of 10,000 yuan bonus. Before I even discussed how to use this small fortune, my memory interrupted my hands like a bandage wrapped in muon, plus the weird and lost memory clips. I guess we were hit by a drunk driving bastard, or we were the drunk driving bastards, and we had already asked Wang Junjie to drink and don't drive.
The Fucking Dead