If you read it, you can't digest the essence of the book. Lin Gu really wanted to give her a warning. But according to his judgment and observation, she didn't seem to be the kind of person who listened to persuasion, so he simply ignored her. Today she is reading picture books, and she is still stuck in the picture book area when she is so old, don't you feel out of place? Xia Chen has been reading reasoning all morning in the morning, and her brain has burned out. After reading 16 picture books in a row, I felt that the structure in my brain was slowly recovering. Xia Chen collapsed on the floor in the corner. That strange kid finally got a book today. Xia Chen felt that if he was his tablemate, he would have to force him to read it in one day, which was too anxious. She walked out of the bookstore, and the sky was already dyed a faint red, and clouds glowing with orange and gold scattered across the sky. She tried to gather the clouds in her sight with her hands, but of course she didn't.

Pushing open the door, there was no one in the house. I went to the small restaurant at the door and ate a bowl of noodles, and then went home, but there was still no one. Xia Chen called Yin Feng. Yin Feng didn't arrive home, and there were still two stops. Yin Feng has to go to dance practice on Saturday and make up classes on Sunday. After the beginning of the third year of junior high school, Yin Feng's vacation became far away. Occasionally, Xia Chen would give himself a call.

"I'll tell you, he's really slow to read, and I'm in a hurry. Yin Feng couldn't help but sneer, she knew Xia Chen too well, Xia Chen wanted to arrange the lives of everyone in the world like the standard schedule in her heart. Regulate everyone's behavior to their own standards. "You let him read slowly, and it doesn't affect your reading speed. "I'm just in a hurry. Yin Feng could see Xia Chen's depressed face in the air. "There's no way to be in a hurry, so you just let him be the fish that slipped through the net. "Yin Feng always thinks very openly.

On Saturday, unsurprisingly, she saw Lin Koo again. Xia Chen deliberately avoided Lin Gu and went to see the magic. When she got two copies of Percy Jackson and was about to sit on the bench to look at them, she spotted Lin Koo sitting on a bench in the back. He had Harry Potter in his hand. Xia Chen tilted his head and rolled his eyes apprehensively in the direction of the book. Gritting his teeth, he pretended to be calm and sat down on the bench. Xia Chen swore that it was the most dignified moment of her life. Dignified page by page, I didn't care at all about what was written in it. Looking at Xia Chen from the perspective of passers-by, she sat on the bench, her hands kept flipping through the books, and she didn't stop for a moment. It was a waste to read a book like this, so Xia Chen put the book back in its place, stood on tiptoe and left without a sound. At dinner, Xia Chen couldn't help but ask He Ze, "Brother, are you reading fast?" "Huh?" "It's okay." ”

She lowered her head and reached for the green pepper. When she later realized that she was eating green peppers, she felt that green peppers were not so difficult to accept. Xia Chen once talked to Xia Wu about something similar. Xia Wu said: "Don't give to others what you don't have money, what if you are allowed to eat green peppers?"

Xia Chen: "That's impossible. Xia Wu: "Then you have to accept the possibility that others don't do things according to your ideas." ”

Xia Chen: "But...... But in the end, he didn't say a word after that, because he didn't know how to justify himself.

When everyone dreamed of being a writer, a scientist, and an astronaut when they were children, only Xia Chen secretly decided that she wanted to control the world. But she can't write like this in her composition, so she has become one of countless fantasy writers, scientists, and astronauts. He Ze often laughed at her, "You were a writer last year, and this year you will become a representative of the country to step into the vast universe, in a dream?" Xia Chen glared at him fiercely. "You can't sign this or not. "Sign, how dare you not sign, the future of the general talent." "He Ze, do you believe that I dragged your game software out of your secret folder and put it on the desktop?" "Harm, don't be afraid, I have a new one. "You mean the dozen CDs I handed over? Maybe I can't get them back lately." Xia Chen pretended to be distressed. "It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

He Ze: "You said you like to study, but not everyone likes it, don't you think this hobby is sick enough?"

Xia Chen: "I don't think so. "Yes, happy cooperation. ”

Xia Chen didn't want to always write about the same pale and weak experience, using dry and boring language, but Xia Chen's life was always too monotonous, and there was no way to find different colors from the blank paper. Su Ru always said at home, you, you are not suitable for the world, and it is most suitable to go to the nunnery to be a little nun. There is no ancient money, there is no ancient money, the heart is pure and the ancient money is low, give a book, a glass of water, and the day will pass. Xia Chen wanted to refute. It is precisely because of books that it is not a pure heart and a small amount of money. Books are her last hiding place, as long as there is a book to read, she can hide in different worlds. The world she can have can be the world described in the book, or the world she imagines. She was obsessed with jumping back and forth in her dreams. Like the Laoshan Taoist, cutting a round of the moon and hanging it in her room was once her greatest wish. She is easily attracted to new things and is easily consumed by colorful temptations. She is excited about the possibility of making an addictive world on her own.

She wanted to write about the gorgeous world in her heart, but she felt that all the emotions and scenes were locked in her mind. She felt like she had lost her ability to speak. At the same time, she knew that she had an immensely ambitious but unattainable desire. Unfulfilled dreams trapped her head, and she suffered from nervous migraines. When I concentrate, it hurts like a long nail being hammered into my head unhurriedly, and the rhythm is soothing and the tremors are moderate. With your eyes closed, you can see the ripples in the air as a nail strikes. She is always dissatisfied with herself, dissatisfied with her abilities, and dissatisfied with her various habits. Because he is a perfectionist, he has infinitely higher requirements for himself, never able to face up to his own value, and unwilling to admit the results he has achieved so far. What's worse is that she will underestimate everyone's abilities as the ideal state in her heart.

A bang on her head interrupted her train of thought. "The dishes are cold, why are you still distracted when eating. She looked up at the two or three pieces of braised pork soaked in the cloudy oil and the garlic moss scattered on the plate, and then lowered her head and silently picked up the rice in the bowl. After eating every grain of rice in the bowl, she laid her chopsticks flat on the clean bowl, "I'm done." Sitting on the balcony, she looked out the window, and the night outside the window was nothing special. The window panes also reflected the bed, table, and vague figures in the room. A cold wind rushed into the room from the place where the adhesive strip was not well fitted. Xia Chen, who was lying on the window, was cold after a while.