Yesterday was my friend’s birthday. We had agreed not to drink but to eat. But as soon as we got there, we realized something was wrong. It was full of people. They are all people who feel uncomfortable even if they don’t drink. I know I have been fooled, but I still come here. Can you still run away? If you want to drink it, then drink it! So I got drunk again that night, and I was so drunk that I was completely unconscious, and I was driven back by some friends.

I was woken up by a phone call early the next morning. It was an unknown call. I didn’t want to answer it. But the phone rang several times in a row, and I was so annoyed that I had no choice but to answer it. Unexpectedly, the call came from the property management of our community.

The property management opened his mouth and asked, is your home being demolished? I was a little confused at the time, what do you mean? So the property management told me that people downstairs had complained about our house, saying that they had been making noise all night. They didn’t know what happened. They thought a family war broke out in our house and they were demolishing the house!

Originally, the neighbor didn’t want to take care of it, but the quarrel lasted all night and has not stopped until now. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I complained to the property management. Suddenly, I heard that there seemed to be no living animals except a husky in the house. I heard again, and it seemed that it was not caged yesterday, but just tied outside.

Sure enough, as soon as I got home, I met this resentful look, my dear, this guy's There was no dog food in the bowl and it actually demolished my house. Is it my fault or my fault?