The chubby guy was used to being loud and boisterous, his voice particularly booming.
His shout startled me awake: “We can’t go to the bar!”
“Why can’t we go?” he asked.
I rubbed my aching temples. “Going to a bar crosses the line.”
Grandpa had said that a Paper Craftsperson must not wear red, eat meat, cross the line, or sleep on a cold mat.
And definitely not enter KTV or bars.
The chubby guy burst into laughter. “Mark, why are you being such a wuss?”
“What’s the difference between KTV and a bar?”
“Let’s go!”
There really wasn’t much difference between KTV and a bar, but I had never been to a bar before.
I had only heard that it was quite chaotic inside.
My friends chimed in eagerly: “Let’s go, let’s go!”
“It’s rare to be happy today!”
In the end, I couldn’t resist the temptation and followed them to the bar.
The music inside was deafening, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol.
Men and women were packed together dancing.
A few girls in revealing outfits were leading the dance on stage.
The chubby guy said, “Mark, look at that one. Isn’t she pretty?”
I quickly covered my eyes. “I’m not looking, I’m not looking!”
The chubby guy laughed heartily, "What are you pretending to be serious for?"
"Your reaction tells me it's your first time here."
My friends joined in the laughter, "Mark is such a naive virgin!"
"Hahaha!"
I blushed and defended myself, "So what if it's my first time?"
The chubby guy patted my shoulder, "It's all good, brother."
"Tonight, I'll show you how to have a good time!"
He brought over a glass of liquor and clinked it with mine.
"Bottoms up!"
I tilted my head back and downed it, feeling a fiery pain in my throat and esophagus.
The chubby guy asked, "How does it taste?"
I replied, "Not good."
My friends burst into laughter again, "Mark is really such a naive virgin!"
"Hahaha!"
The chubby guy said, "It's all good, brother."
"I'll help you enjoy life!"
That night, I drank a lot of alcohol.
What happened afterward, I couldn't remember at all.
I didn't wake up until after three in the morning.
I found myself lying in a dark alley.
Standing beside me was a young and beautiful woman.
She looked exactly like the goddess I had admired in middle school!
With a smile, the goddess said, "Mark, I've liked you for a long time."
I was completely stunned. "What?"
She repeated, "I've liked you for a long time."
As she spoke, she leaned in and kissed me.
My head buzzed, and I couldn't think of anything else.
I followed the goddess to some place.
When I returned to the Flower Shop, I found the store in complete disarray.
The Paper Effigy was scattered everywhere, with paper money strewn all over the floor.
My grandfather was very angry. "Who did this?"
I quickly explained, "I don't know."
He sighed. "Forget it."
The next night, I had a nightmare.
In my dream, a Paper Man was choking me, nearly suffocating me to death!
I wanted to scream for help, but I found I couldn't make a sound!
I wanted to struggle and escape, but I couldn't move at all!
All I could do was thrash desperately, praying for dawn to arrive!
Just one second before the Paper Man strangled me—
The Western Clock on the wall struck seven!
I heard a piercing scream!
Finally, I could move!
I rolled and crawled to my grandfather's room and knocked on the door, shouting, "Grandpa, help me!"
My grandfather opened the door, wearing his coat. "What's wrong?"
I said, "I had a nightmare..."
He looked angry. "If you don't do anything wrong during the day, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking at night!"
With that, he shut the door!
I thought to myself, what terrible luck!
I got scolded by my grandfather for just having a dream!
But the next afternoon, I discovered—what I dreamed last night was not just a dream!
The Paper Man was standing right at the base of the wall, staring at me intently!
I was terrified beyond belief!
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