Joe looked at Dillard for help: "Didi, uh, I mean Dillard... Don't say it... Good guy, please don't do this... Don't say it..."
"It seems that our elegant gentleman vomited blood and fell on a little guy. He was completely unconscious and was being manipulated like a drunk quail, right? Well, let me think about the name of that unlucky little guy? Hey, buddy, do you remember?" Dillard pretended to ask his roommate. Joe buried his face in the mattress that covered his whole body. Dillard suspected that he wanted to bury his head there like a carrot seed. He had laughed enough, stopped teasing the man, and said no more.
Wiping away the tears of laughter, Dillard found that Joe still had his head buried between his knees, and his ears and neck were a suspicious red color. Dillard knew that Joe had a severe cold and had difficulty breathing when he lay down to sleep. If he continued like this, he might become the first person to suffocate himself to death with a mattress out of shame. Dillard kindly reached out to grab the man, patted his roommate on the shoulder with one hand, and comforted him: "Okay, I won't talk anymore, I'm sorry, don't mind."
Although the laughter that leaked out from time to time greatly reduced the sincerity of his apology.
Joe suddenly raised his head from the mattress, his eyes incredibly bright, and he said, "I remember, his name was Dillard, and he was still a little guy at the time."