今早我醒得有点迟,倒不是因为这是个双休日,主要是昨晚喝高了。嗅觉告诉我,我的身体到现在还散发着浓烈的酒精味,好像昨晚不是喝酒,而是把自己整个投进了酒缸中,每一个细胞都海绵似的吸足了液体。我摸了摸身边,空空的,一看玉珍早不见了,也不知道她起那么早干啥。我努力回想着昨晚的酒局,似乎每个人喝得都挺痛快,马小民还借着酒劲吼了首陕北民歌,可最后怎么散的,谁结的钱,我就没 I woke up a bit late this morning, not because it was a weekend, but mainly because I drank high last night. Smell told me that my body still exudes a strong alcoholic touch till now, as though it was not drinking last night, but rather throwing myself into the jar all the time, and every single cell sucks enough liquid. I touched the side, empty, a look Yuzhen gone, do not know what she did so early. I tried hard to think back to the Winery last night. It seems that everyone drinks very much. Ma Xiaomin also shouted the first folk song in northern Shaanxi through Jiujin. What can I do?