All Worlds Madhouse

No matter how perfect a dance is, after a night of revelry, it will turn into a mess the next morning. Last night's delicious bacon will turn into disgusting mud in a few days. Perhaps most of the good things in the world are instantaneous, and the vulgar stench you encounter may have been very elegant and delicious before.

It's like what I'm vomiting out now. A few minutes ago, it was a cup of mellow wine, but now, it's just a puddle of garbage that no wild dog is willing to lick.

And I need this crap.

Because I can't wake up, I need something to anesthetize myself, and 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 inside was similar to the vomit I just spat out, even thicker. It was like a pot of sticky gastric juice, evenly smeared on it. In every inch of the air.

And there were many drunkards in front of them, all bathed in the fishy smell, with their heads soaked in wine glasses.

My name is.

Maybe it was because I was drunk, I don't remember much, but it doesn't matter.

Because I am just a small person in this chaotic city. No one pays attention to me. No one remembers me. Unless I spit wine on a passerby’s shoes, there is no way he will notice me.

In fact, after giving me a beating, he would forget about me the next day.

this is awesome

Oh, my self-introduction is not over yet. In addition to my name which is not worth mentioning, I also have a job - a circus extra.

In my free time, I clean the performance venue, oil the wheelbarrow, and shovel manure for the horses. During the intervals between performances, I go on stage to tell jokes. Although my jokes are generally not funny, I have a trick, that is, after telling each joke, I laugh first, laughing so hard that I laugh so hard that laughter is always contagious. In this way, I can inspire at least a few people. Idiots who didn't pay attention to the content.

I got this job last week.

And this afternoon...I lost it.

Maybe it was because my jokes weren't funny, maybe it was because I didn't mop the floor clean enough and caused the unicycle acrobat to fall. In short, I was fired again and I was unemployed again.

again..

"One more drink." I leaned up and said to the 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 cares about how much wine you drank, which is why I like it here.

Yes, I have no money.

I don’t even have money to pay next month’s rent. Every night when I walk up the stairs to the apartment, I don’t even dare to look into the landlord’s eyes. When I open the door, I don’t even dare to look at my wife and her belly. .

She is pregnant, 6 months old.

As of now, I don't even have time to name the baby.

I could only rush to various job fairs every day, look through advertisements on the streets, and then be fired over and over again.

This city is like a beast, it is slowly devouring me, its barbed tongue scraping my flesh, and its long needle-like mouthparts sucking my blood. It will not kill you all at once, but will slowly and mercilessly push you to the brink of death, causing you pain until you are cornered in pain, until you want to commit suicide. But I still have children and a wife. I have them but I can't feed them

A glass of wine was placed in front of me. The bartender was a little too strong, so some of the wine spilled, but I didn't care, because I had already thought about it. I would not pay for the drink tonight, and I would drink myself to death. , and then lie here, unconscious. Anyway, no one can take out a penny from my pocket, and no one can cause any pain to a drunkard.

Most often, when they beat me, they would hear me drunkenly tell cold jokes, vomit, fake smile, or shed a few tears.

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

Come on, get me drunk so I can have 9 cents left.

That's great!

"Do you want to drink more?"

Just as I was coughing vigorously to relieve the spasm of my trachea, a light voice came into my ears.

I raised my head with difficulty.

In front of him was a beautiful but somewhat weird girl.

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

And she is weird because her hair color is really nondescript. It is a charming blond hair, but it is tied into a pair of ponytails. One side is painted pink and the other side is painted blue. On her beautiful face , she also wears some weird outfits, but this seems to make her look more attractive.

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

At this time

She turned her head towards me.

They were a pair of eyes with an indescribable feeling. They seemed tired, calm, and relieved. She looked at me quietly, from top to bottom, nose, corners of mouth, and finally stopped at my eyes.

"Do you want to drink more?" She repeated what she just said, and then added: "I'll take it."

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

The girl smiled: "Which one is you?" she responded.

"Haha." Faced with such a confused rhetorical question, I smiled. It seemed that this girl was also a drunk guy, just like me: "No matter who you are, but if what you just said counts, then I I want to drink until I forget myself.”

"Of course." The girl smiled: "All your drinks today will be charged to 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 wasn’t afraid because I had nothing.

"I want your lipstick that's in your left pocket," she said.

I looked at her blankly. I bought this lipstick a few days ago with the last money in my pocket. At that time, I just thought it would be a good birthday gift for my wife.

I have forgotten what my state of mind was at that time. In short, I bought this lipstick, but for me who am penniless now. I regret it. After all, this dollar can buy several days of bread. .

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

The girl smiled: "Of course I know, I'll buy it for a dollar."

"Hahaha——" Maybe it was because I could get this dollar back, so I laughed: "Okay, I do."

And, I still said: "Thank you."

"Yes - thank you!" I seemed to hear her say thank you too.

I don't know why she wanted to thank her, but it didn't matter because she was 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 vision was blurred by the alcohol.

I seem to have seen it.

This strange girl smiled, but tears came out of her eyes and stained her weird makeup.

Even more beautiful.