陈默手下一把扯出手机，屏幕亮起，是不知道谁发来的催命短信：“陈默，今晚的酒局还没结束，少东家亲自打电话来了，说再不出现就扣你全月奖金！” 他咧嘴笑了，笑得比哭还难看，全月奖金？他现在连给房东塞牙缝都不够，哪来奖金。 他踉跄着起身，差点被地上的一个烟头绊倒，狠狠踩上去，鞋底沾了一嘴灰。 管不了那么多了，先走出这该死的酒吧再说。 门外的冷风一吹，陈默打了个哆嗦，脑袋清醒了两分。他晃晃悠悠走到公交站台，身上那件皱巴巴的衬衫领子都歪了。 boarded a crowded bus after a few minutes. The bus was like a sardine can, with people packed so tightly that even moving was a problem. He found a spot near the window to sit down, but someone else had already claimed it. He sighed and squeezed into the aisle, feeling the bodies of the passengers press against him from all sides. The bus started moving, and the vibrations made him even more unsteady. He grabbed the pole next to him, his knuckles turning white. As the bus traveled, the streetlights outside blurred into streaks of light, reflecting in his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a soft hand on his arm. He looked over and saw a young woman with bright eyes and long hair. She was sitting beside him, her face slightly flushed, her breath coming in shallow gasps.