Chapter 5 4

The first time I met a mouse was in the spring three years ago. That was the year we entered college.Both were quite drunk.So why exactly did we sit together in the rat-black Fiat 600 after four o'clock in the morning? Anyway, we're pretty drunk, and the speedometer reads eighty miles.So we smashed through the park walls, ran over rhododendron bushes, crashed the car against the stone pillars, and we were lucky that we didn't get hurt. I was woken up by the knock, kicked open the broken door, and walked out. The hood of the Fiat flew to the front of the monkey fence ten meters away. The nose of the car was just indented in the shape of a stone pillar. They screamed in anger.

The mouse's two hands were still on the steering wheel, and its body was bent forward as if it were folded, but it was not injured, it just vomited the pizza it ate an hour ago on the dashboard.I climbed onto the roof and peeked out the sunroof into the driver's seat. no problem? Hmm, but I drank too much and threw up. Can it come out? Give me a pull. The rat turned off the engine, pocketed the cigarette case on the dashboard, grabbed my hand in a daze, and climbed onto the roof.We sat side by side on the roof of the Fiat, looked up at the sky that was beginning to turn white, and smoked a few cigarettes silently.I don't know why I think of the chariot movie starring Richard Burton.What the mouse was thinking I don't know.

Hello!We are full of glory.Five minutes later the mouse spoke.look!No injuries at all, who would believe it? I nod. But the car is sold out. It doesn't matter, you can buy a car, but you can't buy glory with money. I looked at the mouse's face in a little surprise. So you are rich. Seems to be. That's fortunate. The mouse didn't answer anything, but it still looked dissatisfied and shook its head several times in a row. Anyway, we're glorious. Really good! Rats extinguish cigarettes with the heels of tennis shoes and flick their fingers into monkey fences.

Hello!How about a team of the two of us?Everything must go well. What to do first? Let's drink beer! We bought half a dozen cans of beer from a nearby vending machine, walked to the beach, lay on the beach, drank all the beer, and looked at the sea. The weather was very clear. You can call me a mouse.He said. Why take such a name? I forgot.It was a long time ago.At first people called it that, and I hated it.I don't think so now, I can get used to everything. After throwing all the empty cans of beer into the sea, we leaned on the embankment and slept for an hour with our woolen coats pulled over our heads.When I woke up, a strange vitality filled my whole body, and that feeling was amazing.

No problem running 100 kilometers.I said to the mouse. Me too.said the mouse. But in fact, what we have to do is to go to the municipal government to pay three-year installments with interest as the repair fee for the park.