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Outside the porthole, the white clouds reflect the sunlight, which is very dazzling. The constant shaking makes my stomach uncomfortable again. The TV screen in the cabin plays the funny video before. I have been drinking orange juice glass after glass since I started serving drinks. Orange juice, like me, is as golden as honey, but it is sour. There is frequent precipitation. Everything around us is as boring as life itself.
My neighbor looks five or six years younger than me, wears a decent suit and smells like a doctor. He also ordered a glass of orange juice, but after only a sip, he frowned and gave me a puzzled look.
I smiled. There may not be many people who like such acidity.
He was a little embarrassed, but his expression was calm and he only smiled cleanly.
I closed my eyes and tried to put myself to sleep. But when I close my eyes, Judy's affectionate and Gherardini eyes won't let me go. For five years, she is the most famous futures broker in Shenzhen, and I am just a freelance writer. What others do is useful, but I groan and write these boring feelings into lyrics or words that can be exchanged immediately-I really don't know where I spent so many years. I always hate iron not to produce in the early morning, blaming me for not making progress. I'm really the kind of mud that can't be stuck on the wall in Ling's family.
I sighed and ordered another glass of orange juice. Deposited in ...