Memories of Wuhan 2

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Since meeting this Ms. Yueye, life has become more enjoyable, and I suddenly feel a significant increase in my sense of self-worth. It reminds me of a saying: social recognition can greatly enhance a person's sense of self-worth and happiness. Haha, I'm getting off-topic. Let me just leave it at that… Speaking of this Ms. Yueye from Wuhan, I had no particular interest in her, nor did I care what she looked like. However, as we communicated more, and her words carried a hint of flirtatious banter, my already restless heart began to stir. Even an ugly man like me felt a ripple of desire deep within me, and quite a few. So I made a surprising decision. I grabbed my crutches, boarded the high-speed train to Wuhan, and my leg bandages were still on. Many people were skeptical, but I'm a soldier; I have basic skills in treating wounds. Completely confident, I arrived in Wuhan. Climbing up and down the train station, the bandages were already seeping with blood and yellowish medical fluid. This journey to meet her was somewhat like a blood-red sunset—not tragic, but not horrific either. Since I chose to come here, I shouldn't be so sentimental. I'll accept the outcome, whether it's good or bad. The outcome is sleeping with Ms. Yueye. I picked up the phone and called my comrade, asking him to arrange a hotel for me. He asked where I was. I said I was dying and wanted to come to Wuhan to say goodbye. He chuckled on the other end, saying, "Then it has to be high-class! Wait for me, I'll come pick you up." So I smoked a cigarette and stood in the square of Wuhan Station. After getting on the train, we went straight to the East Lake Hotel. We joked and laughed the whole way. He talked about what to eat and drink that night, what cigarettes he'd gotten from his father to treat me. He was still as warm as ever, not a bit different. I forgot the pain in my leg, my heart was warm, and that night I got completely drunk, and all my buddies got drunk too. They all stayed in my room. Five men slept in a suite at the East Lake Hotel, laughing and joking, happily snoring away.

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