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2011年6月30日(2011-06-3023:57)

I have been borrowing his camera for use, and I will return it to him today.

He took the camera, looked at it casually and put it away.

His dormitory was rummaging through boxes and cabinets, roommates came and went, and the corridors were full of things.They are graduating this year and will be leaving soon.

He asked me if I was busy today, I said no.

Come out for a drink that night, he said.

I was apprehensive, but finally agreed.

Those who got together were people from the photography club, and most of them knew me.He is the recently resigned president, so he has been drunk.

He was very happy and willing to drink, and drank a lot.

The graduates leave school tomorrow, so today it is full of people everywhere, noisy, and sometimes it is impossible to hear what the people at the same table are saying.

But he was sitting next to me.

I've never heard him talk so much, and I can't finish talking about all kinds of things in the past few years.

Some of those things I have heard, some are completely unfamiliar, but most of them have nothing to do with me.

The relationship between me and him is roughly the same. We have communicated, but it is not very close.

We made an appointment to take pictures of the first snow on the campus. We got up early that day, and there was not a single footprint on the snow.

We also went to the suburbs to shoot stars together, with a group of people.

That's all. Later, he became more and more busy. I also heard him say that the situation at home is not very good, and he needs to go back to work.

I didn't drink much, but I also started to feel dizzy.

I wanted to talk to him, but I couldn't find a chance.

He put his arm around my shoulders and said, "This is my last day as a student, and tomorrow I'm leaving."

I said, "I only have one year left."

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Originally, it was good to end at one o'clock in the morning, but I didn't expect it to end yet.

It's four o'clock in the morning.

Before one o'clock, someone in his class called him, saying that the boys in his class were fighting, and asked him to come over and help.

As soon as he said that, some of us boys went with him.

It is said that the fight started at the north gate, but when we arrived at the north gate, there was no one there.He made several phone calls before he found out that it was the security guard and the head of the department who arrived first and pulled the two groups away.

"I have nothing to do." He hung up the phone, "Thank you for running with me, it's getting late, go back."

None of us really wanted to go back.

Tonight the school is full of people wandering around who don't want to go back.

Passing by lover's slope, many people sat and sang on the slope, so we went to sit down too.

The warm wind blows non-stop at night, and the sound of singing floats over, and then drifts away.

Those who sing here are all leaving tomorrow, probably no one wants to leave.And I won't see him tomorrow.

A few people were chatting and chatting, and suddenly they had nothing to say. They simply stopped talking and watched the moon sinking from the highest point.

He whispered, "Have you ever heard of monkeys fishing for the moon?"

Me: "I heard, what's the matter?"

He said: "I fished it when I was young. What I thought at the time was that the water illuminated by the moon must taste different. Haha..."

I said, "It must be different, after all, the monkey has reached in and fished it before you."

He punched me: "You are that monkey, you!"

Time passed so quickly, it was four o'clock, and the people around began to disperse.

We don't want to go yet, but it's almost daylight.

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