It was too suffering to see the eye of a vulture every day. It seemed that I could not endure him anymore. Therefore, I invited him to come to my house for a drink – his last wine. Anesthetic, hypnotic and psychedelic drugs which I putted his cup, so that he closed the scary eye. I smashed the glass by my right hand, and opened his eyes by left hand slowly. His one eye was full of fear, which made me so exciting. However, another eye was still upset me.The fear turned into my rage, and there was a merry smile on my face.It was raining all day, the sky was so dark, and there were no people outside. I stuck, and an old man died. 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/f7c30ef4ee06eff9aef807cd.html