But I can't help escaping in the middle of the night. I can't stand the smell of sterile water all of the air in the hospital, which makes me feel cold and lifeless.

Smoking is not allowed here. I tried to pull out my cigarette. But before I could light it, a freckled, middle-aged nurse suddenly burst in and confiscated it for allowing no explanation. "d.a.m.n!" This woman must be dissatisfied! I look at her back and vicious curse in my heart.

I can't stand it anymore. So I get up quietly. walk out of the hospital while the night is still. I stop a taxi on the roadside.

The wound on my head is nothing but a little pain. It's no big deal. From childhood to adulthood, I suffered much more serious injuries than this. So I will not put such a small injury in my eyes.

Getting into the taxi, I look at the time, just at twelve o'clock. Hesitate for five seconds, I decide not to go home now. I've been in the hospital for a half night, and I don't want to go home and stay in bed so soon.

"Go to the Old p.a.w.nshop, hurry up!" I say to the taxi driver.

The Old p.a.w.nshop is a well-known underground bar in our city. It is famous for its original rock and roll music and gathers the pioneer youth of the whole city. In peacetime, I and my several good buddies, whenever nothing happens, like to kill time there.

Because the beer there is only need ten for a bottle, and there are several billiard tables in the court for people to play, free of charge.

When I arrive at the Old p.a.w.nshop, it is half past twelve. Because it is not the weekend, by this hour, the popularity of the venue is not very strong. Glancing at the shop, there are only about thirty to forty percent of the guests.

When I enter the gate, many people look at me with weird eyes. I know that most of their eyes stay on the huge medical gauze on my head. In order to fasten gauze, I had a simple sleeve on my head, which was very peculiar.

When I walk in, I look around, trying to find those familiar figures.

Sure enough, I have found the target I am looking for at the pool table. I stride past.

The first person to see me is Azle, and besides, I see Woody and Jojo playing billiards. A dozen of beer bottles on a table next to them.

Azle, Wood and Jojo are all my good friends. I can say that they are my best friends in this city.

Azle is wearing a dirty T-s.h.i.+rt with Guevara's head painted in a mess, and his face seemed to be painted, but he has a beautiful face that looked like the handsome teenager in a j.a.panese-Korean drama. Only we know that he is twenty-five years old and has pa.s.sed the age of "Youth". This fellow graduated from the Academy of Arts. He studied art and he is the most hooligans in our group. Looking at him, he seems to be the kind of young, simple, handsome little boy. But we all know that this guy has a belly full of prost.i.tutes and robbers, girls a.s.sociate with him are as many as the stars in the sky...

There's no way. His looks are so deceptive: gloomy eyes, a slightly feminine look, and occasionally a slightly shy smile... Plus his painter's ident.i.ty, these are enough for a bunch of girls to throw themselves at him like the f.u.c.king moths to the fire!

I know that there are many rich women like Azle's style nowadays. Actually there are really some have made up their minds to engage him at a very high price. But they were all rejected by him.

It is not that Azle is great, nor is he not fond of money. His answer is: if you look for a rich woman, you'd better find someone who has already had terminal illness. You wait for her, coax her to write your name on the will beneficiary. In that way can be once and for all!

Azle is very l.u.s.tful, not ordinary l.u.s.t. Once we chatted and talked about everyone's life ideal. He said he had two grand aspirations in his life:

First, he hope that one day after his death, his paintings would be sold for ten million dollars at Sotheby's.

Speaking of this wish, he looked at us with infinite affection and said firmly, "You can rest a.s.sured that before I die, I will send two of my paintings to each of you in advance!"

As for his second wish, he said: "this life must have enough of beauties! One thousand at least! So one day I die, let these women come to condolence with me. Think about it... Over one thousand stunning beauties walking in front of the hall, arranged in S shape for a while, then arranged in B shape next."

Seeing me from afar, Azle run over, looks at my head, and gives a vicious laugh: "5! Your head is really s.h.i.+nning!" After that, he reaches out and touches the shaved part of the middle of my head and exclaimed, "Good workmans.h.i.+p, good shaving, which hair stylist did it? Just introduce to me."

I kicked him, walk up to the billiard table, take a bottle of beer and pour it out. It is a great relief indeed.

Azle follows me to the billiard table. This time he didn't smile. He says, "What's wrong with you? Who can hurt you like this? "

I turn my eyes and grit, "No one hurt me! I walked on the street and accidentally felled down myself."

At that moment, Wood comes up to me and touches my head too. Then, in a very slow and certain tone, he says faintly, "No! It's not a fall, I can see it."

I almost forgot. Wood is a surgeon.

Mu is the surname of Wood, but we all agree that the nickname "Wood" is definitely the best to match his own characteristics.

Like the nickname, wood is a kind of glutton. I wonder if this kind of strange person is specially produced in the medical school. Because of the use of his scalpel is absolutely superb, he used to be the first surgical knife in their hospital. But he was too wooden to know human nature.

First, he didn't curry favor with leaders. Second, he didn't a.s.sociate with colleagues. The result is he was demoted from a munic.i.p.al hospital to a district hospital, and in less than two years he was demoted from a district hospital to a small clinic in the community...

In addition, Wood's "one muscle" is also reflected in his love. No doubt he is hard to get girls to like. Of course, there are exceptions. When he was in medical school, a girl fell in love with this cold and eccentric personality brother, probably think this man is very different. There is an unspeakable "cool" committed to him.

Wood did not refuse, he was the too old to say goodbye to the virgin man. He didn't mind the beauty of sending door-to-door. Besides, that girl was pretty beautiful.

As a result, these two people lived together.

The first day, they had steamed bread for supper.

The second evening, they still had steamed bread for supper.

Third night, it was still steamed bread. That girl also comes from north. Although she doesn't mind eating steamed bread, she also wanted to change style and offered to eat Pancakes. As soon as Wood heard what she said, he returned to the kitchen with steamed bread. The girl was curious and went with him. She saw him holding up a rolling stick and trying to flatten the steamed bread.

The fourth night, the steamed bread again! That girl said she wanted noodles. Wood then took up the steamed bread again and went back to the kitchen. This time he took up the kitchen knife and carefully cut the steamed bread one by one.

The fifth night, the steamed bread with no doubt... That girl couldn't bear to say that she wanted to eat hamburgers. If you don't have candlelight dinner, you can go out to eat KFC. As a result, Wood went into the kitchen with the steamed bread, cut it open, and then sandwiched two pieces of cabbage leaves and a piece of meat in the middle.

The sixth day... They broke up.

This is Wood's first love and it's his only love experience all this life.

Ignoring I am pale with pain, he lifts the gauze from my head and look at my wonder. Then he takes the beer bottle away from my hand and says lightly, "Don't drink for three days because of your injury."

His tone is full of certainty and undeniable.

I can careless about my body, but I can't refuse my friend's kindness. Just as I am depressed, a soft body has been already sitting in my arms, and Jojo is stretching out a finger, gently lifts my chin, and laughing in a sweet, enchanting voice, "Ouch, my little 5! How did you get hurt like this? It makes my heart ache."

I knock off her finger which is holding my chin, but Jojo refused to let me go, squeezed it in my face, laughing rashly and says, "Come on, just give papa a smile."

I #$%^&*~

Speaking of Jojo, she is the only girl in our group. As her own saying she is a female bandit.

Jojo is a beauty, the most beautiful type. Her beautiful is the so-called "beauty without any discount". She's only 160 centimeters, not very tall. But her legs make up two-thirds of her height. Such a proportion is undoubtedly the fairy.

It's irresistible that she knows her strengths so well that she always wears short skirts to show off her long, slender, straight, round legs.

Jojo looks so charming should thank to her eyes. Her eyes are very long and slender, and the corners of her eyes are slightly raised upward. Such eyes are very provocative to people. So that most of the time when she looks at people as if her eyes are likely constantly flirting.

Tonight Jojo is as charming as she was. She is wearing a short leather skirt, a very tight one. The thin skirt wraps tightly around her, shows the full contour of her round hips. The length of the skirt is too short, just enough to cover her hips, plus a pair of long, slender straight legs, enough to attract the eyes of most men around.

And she is wearing a lovely little green sling, with a low breast and a big front. Jojo's chest is not very big, but it's very beautiful in shape. According to our sharp eye observations which we've practiced from countless beauties, her chest belongs to the absolutely impossible type of "bamboo shoot shape"!

She squeezes a white cleavage out of her breast. Now he is putting her breast on my arm, intentionally or unintentionally.

I show no expression of intoxication on my face. Because only we know the secret.

Jojo doesn't like man. She likes woman.