冬季结束前的某个晚上,我和朋友在一间干燥缺水的旅店里生闷气。身后的单人床上横着一只丧失了行动能力的醉鬼。酒吧打烊前,他把自己灌了个稀烂,然后不容我们反应便一头扎进密实的昏睡。我们不得不把他架到旅店,然后面面相觑,耷拉着脑袋暗示自己这个诡异的夜晚不是真的。直到天亮 One night before the winter season, my friend and I were sulking in a dry, dry hotel. A drunkard who lost his ability to move was flanked by a single bed behind him. Before the bar hit, he poured himself into a pulpy, and then did not allow us to respond to a headlong into a tight lethargy. We had to put him to the hotel, and then looked at each other, pulling his head hinted that this strange night is not true. Until dawn