Last night with no sleep, but experiment, I did find a little feel of success, as I had a feeling that the result of my experiment could be satisfied, however, at the same time, the feeling of doom that my next day’s business would not get along well as my thumb got burned when I operated the molecular distillate.
My forecast is always of precision and correction, either bad or good. So after a sleepless night, I went to buy my ticket home. Everybody knows my unlucky fate now, but it is not the point.
Is there some one familiar with Chenkun, or Aloys, his English name? He is a superstar actor, but that did not happen until he entered the Beijing Movie College. He took the exam of Beijing Movie College is not under his own will but one of his fellow’s advice, who had a strong ambition to be a student in Beijing Movie College. The god always gives hope to you only to destroy it. The damn doom was cursed on Chenkun’s fellow. However, Chenkun successfully obtained the admission to Beijing Movie College at the top of the male candidates. Chenkun was lucky enough while I repeated his fellow’s destiny today.
A nodding acquaintance happened to meet me when I queued, and he asked me to bring him a ticket by the way. The doom of Chenkun’s fellow got its operation under way on me. After a frozen windburned hour, I was finally on my way back to my dorm with two damn tickets in my pocket, neither one belongs to me, both of them were the nodding acquaintance’s, his and his girl friend’s. …..ck….ck….ck!!!!!!!
The curse beckoned me again before I struggled out of the just occurred one. My dorm was out of electricity and the hot water I prepared in the thermos yesterday was not there any more. .. ck.. ck …ck!!!! Frozen windburned winter in Nanjing and so was my fate and the water with which I cleaned my face.
Now, I am writing this article with sorrows. Someone comes up to me, saying two tickets for me. Two tickets again. The never ending circle.
How about tomorrow?