我们相识整整九年。在我的印象里他还是老样子,白白的肤,大大的眼,一直没变的黑框眼镜,老斯文了。而我,没了长发,手心也长出了老茧。我是个当兵的,他是个会计。新婚之夜,送完亲友,拖着他醉醉的身子,我们回家了。滴酒不沾的他,这天吐得一塌糊涂。 We’ve known each other for nine years. In my impression, he is still the same, white skin, big eyes, has not changed black-rimmed glasses, old Sven. And I, no long hair, palms also grow calluses. I am a soldier, he is an accountant. Wedding night, send relatives and friends, dragged him drunk body, we went home. He did not touch the wine, spit on this mess.