After driving back to the hotel, Li Long helped Li Xiangqian into their room. Li Xiangqian went to the washroom, stuck his fingers down his throat, and threw up. Afterward, he washed his face and returned to the room to sleep.
The attendant had no complaints. Scenes like this were common enough at the time, and she was used to them.
This was one of the better cases: he wasn't causing trouble. Some people made a scene after drinking, and the conference organizers had to be called in, because the attendants couldn't handle them.
Sharing a room with Li Xiangqian, Li Long had expected him to make some sort of commotion after drinking too much. Instead, Li Xiangqian fell asleep as soon as he lay down. Aside from snoring rather loudly, he caused no problems.
Not bad.
Li Long slept well, and he was tired that day too. He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. By the time he woke, it was already light.
Li Xiangqian was still asleep, so Li Long dressed and quietly went out to wash up.
That was one drawback of Northern Xinjiang. In May and June, daylight was already streaming in, but when you checked the time, it was only six or seven-after going to bed at one in the morning, how many hours of sleep was that?
But once it was light, people woke easily.
There was already activity in the corridor, and quite a few people were washing up in the washroom. Hotel rooms didn't have their own washrooms at the time; everyone used designated communal rooms for the toilet and washing.
Three or four people were washing their faces and brushing their teeth. Some had brought toiletries and were using them there. Others simply washed their faces under a