morning after hangover

I met that boy again yesterday, a boy who I met three times and didn't know his name, but only knew his English name was Melvin. Of course, the name is not important to me. Anyone who appears in front of me can be surnamed Sun, surnamed Wang, surnamed Zhang, or Li, as long as he makes me excited. He naturally made me excited, with big, warm palms and broad shoulders, but he seemed to be a person who was scared away by my enthusiasm again.

I just woke up from a hangover. I thought I could get a good night’s sleep after drinking alcohol, but I didn’t expect that after three o’clock, I would be drowsy, dreaming and sad, and immediately wake up after four o’clock. I feel very cold, it is almost mid-April, and I still feel cold, like when I was drinking last night, he was wiping sweat on the opposite side, but the more I drink, the colder I get, probably because my heart is cold. I pushed open the window in front of the tall longan tree and tore open two oranges. The bag I bought a few days ago has never been opened, and the one I just picked out is rotten. The juice of the orange was running down my fingers. I thought maybe I should stand in front of the sink and eat it, but I was eager to see the bird that seemed to have blue feathers on the branch. It was so small and very excited.

Once again, I have the phenomenon of escaping from memory, and I don't want to describe all the sad things last night. I really haven’t had a drink for a long time. I thought people would be able to sober up a little after sobering up, but I didn’t expect it to be even more sad.

How on earth can I meet a person who runs to each other,