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他算不上寄生虫,只能算个瞌睡虫而已。浑身无力,连撕开泡面纸桶盖的力气都没有了。大学四年来一直被失眠和疲惫折磨得狼狈不堪的他,面对即将要撤离的宿舍,已经被未来折磨得开始神经兮兮,却不肯接受即将要失业的事实。躺在专门衍生憧憬的光板床上,打开微信,读着读着,就被自己旷日持久的霉运所疑惑,望着寂静中衰落的夕阳,一个黑谷般的夜就从眼皮上面訇然而下。惊憷天空罩着一片不大的巷口,街外一片萧索。经过比量,大概他算得
He was not a parasite, only a sleepy insect. Courage, even the strength of the lid tear open bubble paper gone. He has been beset by insomnia and exhaustion for four years, facing the forthcoming quarantine hostel, which has been tormented by the future and refused to accept the fact that he is about to lose his job. Lying on the bed of the light board that is specially derived from the vision, we open the WeChat and read and read it, being puzzled by the protracted bad luck of our own, looking at the sunset in the silence, and a dark valley like a night dripping from the eyelids. Scared the sky covered with a small alley, a desolate street. After the ratio, probably he calculated