P.Morning - Storybook No. 1

Alcohol withdrawal medicine

The cool, green, rainy weather in the evening is a time for bowling and beer. . ,

Therefore, as the bus from Kyimyindaing to Yangon was laden with beer and the intense driving of the bus, Bowling, who was the only passenger, was filled with a sense of wonder and a sense of joy.

"Rangoon, Pazundaung, Yekyaw," he shouted , ignoring the sound of the conductor's voice, thinking it was music. Since there were not many pedestrians on the road, there was no one to board, and it was as if the bus was angry and was making noise all the way.

Bowling became a famous freelance artist. He made a lot of money from his work. However, he drank beer to live up to his name.

It never shines brightly. - -

• The reason for not being able to see was not because of anything else, but because the cars that were written when they were written were not very bright, and because the cars that were written when they were not written were more bright, so not being able to see was an inevitable situation for Bowling. However, when he was sober, he could not work because he was not drunk, and when he was drunk, he did not want to work because he was drunk, so his income was slow and he had to spend all his money on beer, so he was not happy in Yangon, so he rented a small, inconspicuous apartment in the market area of ​​Kyi Myint Daing and lived alone.

When I don't have money, the first thing I think of is to go to the Chinese store. I don't remember to buy anything to dress myself up, to eat, to be beautiful, and I have to risk buying another pair of tiger-skull shoes because they are torn and torn. I only have a dozen white shirts and one black coat. My long-sleeved shirt is black and blue, and there is only one piece of this,

I threw it away and let it go wherever it wanted, but it didn't get tangled up or tangled.

The reason why the hair was not tied back was because he was over thirty years old, so his hair was short and shiny, like a stalk of rice. Even though he was disheveled, his personality was quite gentle, and he did not dare to dress or eat, but he still looked handsome.

Some friends told Brother Bowling that if he got a wife and stayed strong, he would drink less and grow up. Bowling, however, did not get married because he felt sorry for women, and often said that the woman who married him was unlucky.

Besides, I've never met a woman who was so deeply attracted to the artist.

That day was a special day. The bus pulled into the parking lot and was about to get on the tram when something happened that would change Bowling's life forever. It was like a raindrop falling on the ground. "Come on, get on," the little boy called out, and as he stepped outside, he saw a figure that made the artist's eyes widen.

That figure was a slender, graceful, and handsome young man, walking up, holding a small silk umbrella and a gold and emerald handbag.

Bowling was sitting in the back corner, while the young woman sat in the middle, not far away. Her appearance was plain. Her hair was not very big and curly. Her padma was not as thin as a silk, but rather soft and flowing because of the lace. Her skirt was a dark, shiny, and long white toenails.

Her shoes were simple leather sandals, and she had no bracelets on her hands, only a small watch. The two white flowers, resembling lilies, in her flowing hair were very similar to the little girl.

Bowling looked at her casually and thought, "She must be a poor clerk, not a schoolteacher." As he thought about it, Bowling's heart was beating in a way he had never felt before.

The little girl also looked at him from time to time. She was not very young, she must have been in her early twenties.

Since there were only two of them in the car, Bowling wanted to say hello, but he didn't dare, afraid that his mouth would give off the smell of beer.

When they reached Yangon, a group of camels came up, and the girl went to the far corner, facing the bowling alley.

After a while, the young woman covered her nose with a handkerchief and snorted, so that Bowling, not suspecting his beer, took a puff of his cigar. . . The blacks smelled of alcohol.”

When the young woman said that, Bowling didn't open his mouth, but only nodded his head and made a face that implied "yes."

I didn't dare to say anything, but I came quietly. As soon as I saw her, I reached the southern side of Pazundaung. I didn't want to slip under the young woman's feet, so I held her arm and held her. She was soft and fluffy, like a soft pillow. I couldn't erase the feeling of seeing her in my mind that night. Even when I fell asleep, I dreamed about her dancing and dancing.

The next day, when I was about to leave the house and change my clothes, I remembered that I only had one and the other, and I felt sad. “That girl is not going to leave my eyes. If I keep drinking beer like this, I will get worse and worse. If I accidentally meet the girl again, the smell of alcohol will be overwhelming. My clothes are so tattered that I will even start to fight. I can’t do it. I will definitely meet her again in the future. Since I don’t drink, she will probably like me. No matter how famous I am, she will not respect a painter like me,” I thought, and took a beer from the pine box, opened it, drank it, and left for home to wait for the bus to Yangon at about the same time yesterday.

Luckily, when they arrived at yesterday's place, the girl arrived at yesterday's place in the same style as yesterday. When the two of them met again, a familiar expression appeared on the girl's face. They saw.

However, just like yesterday, he remained speechless. Bowling's heart was beating even more violently than yesterday.

That night, his eyes widened, his dreams grew, and the young woman's face shone like a torch. "I'll stop drinking, what will I do if I see him again by chance? His shoes are so dirty that he can't even put his feet on them because he's afraid of them. This has happened twice now. With this dress, this hat, these worn shoes, and this rotten mouth, I can't move at all. I'll just be a ghost like a stump," he thought to himself in the middle of the night.

When the morning dawned, he still held on to that determination and refused to drink. "If I could save five kyats a day, I would be even more beautiful than I am now," he said.

But in the middle of the evening, the wind on the river bank changed its mind and, seeing the little girl, a beer bottle appeared in front of her, and she pushed it away with all her might.

While resisting, I thought, "Hmm.. I'll find out if I want to, and if I do, I'll find out if I want to. I don't know if she has a boyfriend or a husband. I'll have to sacrifice my life for the rabbit, so I'll just drink it," and finished the remaining two beers.