In the summer, the air conditioner will feel a little uncomfortable after blowing for a long time, and the weather is gradually getting cooler, and the fan has become a good choice.

The story unfolds in the middle of the night, lying down for a long time, and the fan blowing on the shoulder, resulting in a piercing pain that is unbearable.

Woke up in the middle of the night by the cold, the pain was so painful that I wanted to cry, it was extremely difficult, the hot water would be better, and it was not as good as the balance from the body temperature, so I turned off the fan, nested in the quilt, and boiled, unconsciously recalling the cold in the winter when I was a child.

The two are compared, and they are not up or down.

Being blown by a fan for a long time makes it feel like the joints are aching, and the kind that goes deep into the bone marrow, so that the blood will become cold and the nerves will become numb. Curled up in bed for warmth, feeling lonely and desolate, and even wanting a hot water, a warm embrace.

However, in the winter when I was a child, facing the cold wind and stepping on the snow, even if I was wearing cotton clothes and a cotton hat, the road was still very difficult to walk. The wind is pervasive, it can penetrate into the cracks of your padded jacket, invade your skin, the wind blows on your face, it will quickly weatherize the treasure you rub, and then sting your cheeks, the snow is blown by the wind, it becomes hard and cold, not soft, and the sun is also cold, like the moon in late autumn, which makes people cold.

When we were children, we had classmates who experienced wind and rain together, warmed each other in the cold wind, and played warm games in the cold sun, which seemed to be less cold.

At this time, I was alone in the middle of the night, feeling the coldness blown into my bones by the fan, and I had an urge to be embraced, probably because I was too lonely and lonely, and I couldn't stand the slightest cold.

Too much self-righteousness has made me gradually detach myself from the innocence I once had, and become difficult to get along with, neurotic-like harsh on others, but I have forgotten my own inclined development, what I can't say is sin and repentance, wordless indifference, when can I break the cursed self-blockade, the temperature of the bed must be warm and comfortable, making people sleep, sleeping, forgetting the cold and pain......

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