On the midsummer night of 2011, I was yelling and venting. Just when I got off work, my girlfriend dumped me and followed the boss's nephew of their company. I should have lived such a glorious and charming life. I didn't feel anything, but I felt a breath of depression in my heart. It had nothing to do with love or not. Whether physically or mentally, it was inseparable from material support. Just leave. Finally, there were a few friends who accompanied me to relax.

It was hot, very hot, I wiped the sweat from my forehead. Isn’t this broken air conditioner cool? I just swallowed a few mouthfuls of ice coke, and I couldn’t help but vomit suddenly when I heard the song from my ears. My buddy sang it was really hard to describe. He sang a tender love song like a golden sword and an iron horse, and the tune changed, and it was no longer tuning, and it was mixed with a broken gong sound. Oh my god, I fuck you.

I am also from the Ma Ba clan. Generally speaking, if a few friends karaoke, Ma is usually controlled by me. Without it, the voice is relatively delicate, and it is just right.

I took Ma, oh, I was wrong, I snatched it. Maybe I was so hot, or I was emotionally stimulated, and I didn't notice Ma touching my lips.

The 220v electricity passed through my lips, hit my heart from the esophagus, and then flowed downstream from the soles of my feet to the ground, forming a path. Simply put, I was electrocuted.
Chapter completed!