After Lao Qing left, I sat in a chair for a while and smoked two cigarettes. It's getting light outside. Hey, I'm sorry. You can't imagine how depressed I was. What did I do then? I started talking to Ellie loudly. Sometimes I feel really depressed, so I will do it. I kept telling him to go home and get his bike and meet me at Bobby Fallon's door. When we were in Maine, we lived near Bobby Fallon's house-that was years ago. Well, that's the truth. One day, Bobby and I want to go to Lake Seideby by bike. We brought our own lunch and an air gun-we were all young and thought we could hunt with air guns. Ellie heard our conversation and wanted to go with us. I refused. I told him he was too young. Since then, whenever I am depressed, I will keep saying to him, "OK. Go home and get your bike. I'll wait for you at Bobby's door. Let's go. " I don't go out without him. I brought it. But I didn't take him that day. He is not angry-he never gets angry about anything-but as long as I am very depressed, I always think about it.

Finally, I took off my clothes and went to bed. After going to bed, I want to pray or something, but I can't. When I really want to pray, I often can't. The main reason is that I am not religious. I like Jesus or something, but I'm not interested in most other things in the Bible. Take the twelve disciples as an example. They bore me to death. Let me tell you the truth. After Jesus died, they were fine, but when Jesus was alive, they played the role of punching a hole in his head. They will only take it out on him. In my opinion, any character in the Bible is better than the twelve disciples. If I have to tell the truth, except for Jesus in the Bible, I'm a madman in Great Love, the one who lives in the grave and keeps throwing stones at himself. This poor bastard, I like him ten times more than those disciples. When I was in Hutun Middle School, I often argued with Arthur Childs who lived at the end of the corridor. Old Childs is a Quaker and has been reading the Bible. He is a good boy, and I like him very much, but I still can't agree with many things in the Bible, especially those disciples. He kept telling me that if I didn't like those disciples, I didn't like Jesus himself. He said, since Jesus chose those disciples, you should like them. I said, I also know that he chose it, just picking it at random. I said, he doesn't have time to analyze everyone carefully. I said, I don't mean to blame Jesus. It is not his fault that he has no time. I remember asking old Childs if Judas, who betrayed Jesus, went to hell after committing suicide. Childs said of course. I can't agree with him on this point. I said, I can bet him a thousand dollars that Jesus didn't send Judah to hell. I'm still willing to make this bet with people, as long as I have 1000 yuan. I think any disciple would send Judas to hell-and soon-but I bet Jesus would never do that. Old Childs said, My problem is that I never go to church. There is something in what he said. I really never go to church. Mainly because my parents believe in different religions, so the children at home don't believe anything. If you want me to tell the truth, I can tell you the truth. I can't even stand those priests. Take the pastor of my school as an example. When they preach, they always pretend that they have such a sacred voice. God, I hate this. I really don't see why they can't preach in their original voices.

When they talk, they always sound so fake. Noise and commotion

Well, after I go to bed, I can't pray. As soon as I start praying, I will remember how old Sonny called me a tramp.

Finally, I sat up in bed and smoked another cigarette. That cigarette has no taste in your mouth. I have smoked almost two packs of cigarettes since I left Percy.

I was lying in bed smoking when I heard someone knocking at the door outside. I really hope it's not my door, but I know it's my door. I don't know how I know, but I know it very well. I also know who is knocking at the door. I, prophet.

"Who is knocking at the door?" I said. I'm scared in my heart. I've always been timid about this kind of thing.

They just kept knocking at the door. It's getting louder and louder

Finally, I got out of bed and opened the door in my pajamas. I don't even need to turn on the light in the room, because it's already dawn. Old Sunny and Mauritz, the jerk who drives the elevator, are standing outside the door.

"What's the matter? What can I do for you? " I said. Hey, my voice is shaking badly.

"It's nothing," old Maurize said. "Just five dollars."

Of the two people, he is the only one who speaks. Old Johnson just stood beside him with his mouth wide open.

"I have already given it to her. I gave her five dollars. You ask her, "I said. Hey, my voice is shaking.

"Ten dollars, sir. I made a deal with you. Ten dollars at a time, fifteen dollars until noon. I tell you good. "

"You didn't tell me that. You said five dollars at a time. You said fifteen dollars until noon, which is good. I can hear you very clearly-""Open the door a little wider, sir. "

"Why?" I said. God, my heart is almost jumping out of my throat. I hope I'm at least dressed. It's terrible to be naked in pajamas when this happens.

"Let's go in and talk, sir," said old Maurize, giving me a hard push with his dirty hands, and I almost fell down-he's a big jerk. In the blink of an eye, he and Lao Xun were in the room. Look at them, like this damn place belongs to them. Lao Xun sat on the windowsill. Old Maurize sat in that big chair and unbuttoned his coat collar-he was still wearing an elevator uniform. Hey, I'm so nervous.

"Well, Sir, take the money. I still have to