He was my friend from childhood to adulthood. He was only twenty-six years old when he died. He was a sunny, handsome, mature and stable boy. I don't know what he has gone through in recent years, why he took such an extreme way of to tell others!
He left in 19 years, not an injury, not an accident, but a cut!
I clearly remember that morning, he called and told me that there was a meal that I needed to accompany me. When I arrived, I found out that he was drinking alone. There are sloppy wine bottles scattered around the seat. I am "surprised", isn't it a meal? Why are you alone and the others? He told me: "There is no one else. If something happens temporarily, I will make an appointment next time"! I continue to ask who can make you drunk, this is impossible in normal times, even me! He didn't tell me to death.
My pulse has soared to 150 beats per minute, I took a staggering pace, helped him into the nearest hotel, the pedestrians on the street looked like a fool Our two brothers! I don't mind, even if I get drunk in the morning! After finally checking in, I entered the room and fainted.
The perennial light diet has made my body unable to accept a pound of liquor. I got up and vomited twice. During the period, I found that my friend was not asleep. " took a suffocating smoke and a sip of spirits ", continuously pouring into the body! Dizzy, I just want to sleep. When I woke up again, I finally woke up. I found that my friend was surrounded by many cigarette butts and wine bottles. There were about four packs of cigarettes. You know it was only three hours! I looked at him in surprise, hoping that he could take the initiative to reveal his thoughts to me. Until the last time he left, "he didn't say, I didn't ask" !
I left the hotel with him,When we parted, I found that his eyes were all "Bairen" without any "essence", and his face was also "palely pale". It's a pity that my years of work in the unit have made me very cautious, not inquiring about other people's affairs at will, and not commenting on other people's stories. Do you guys ask me to come out for a drink? Just want to tell me a story about him! Should I take the initiative!
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At 11 o'clock in the night, the doorbell rang, and I opened the door and found three policemen standing outside. I was scared, thinking in my mind if I had done bad things. It was only after I went to the police station to make a transcript that my friend died in the bed at home! Because the last person he had contact with was me, so I needed a transcript certificate!
I learned the bad news of my friend, and I feel very sad! I don't know how I got home that night! How did you spend that period of time! I attended his funeral and looked at the old man with grief, The scar in my heart was severely torn off again!
Half a year after time has come, what should have passed will always pass, are you right? Maybe you will feel that I am selfish! Sometimes I wonder if really has an omen before dying alone ! Will you feel it? If you encountered the same thing, what would you do! To comfort him, be a bystander like me!
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