001 Anxious waiting

Han Xiuxiang was lying on the bed, covered with a thin blanket, "It's still a little cold, and my hands are all cold." Xiuxiang said to the plush bear at the head of the bed, this year's warm winter does not seem to be warm enough, and it may be a bit inappropriate to describe it with the word "unbearable cold", but rubbing her hands vigorously, she didn't feel warm, which seems to indicate something.

Xiuxiang wondered what words to use to describe today's temperature, and whether she could think of measuring the temperature as the most important thing right now. Weather forecasts are obviously inaccurate, and even if they are, the numbers don't feel realistic.

At this time, I was still wondering how the weather would describe this kind of thing, whether it was too lazy.

"Now is not the time to be lazy, nor is it the situation where you can be in a good place" Xiuxiang plucked up and muttered to herself, forcing herself to lift her spirits, but unfortunately it was difficult to concentrate.

A plate of scattered thoughts, stirred up even more by the cold midnight air.

I can't find a starting point from this thought. How to describe such a night is apt enough, how to describe the current mood is correct enough?

It's 00:00 sharp, at night.

In other words, today is not December 27th, but the early morning of the 28th.

What's so special about that? December 27, 2017, no, it's December 28, what's so special?

What are you thinking, and is it really useful to think about it now?

She habitually glanced out the window, the night, quietly unfolding her colors, the black glowing background as if sucked up by the monster of the night, making it seem that it was just an endless cavern, curled up with some unfathomable alien. Only the sparse pale yellow light from the windows of the tall building opposite made her heart feel warm, and Xiuxiang had an urge to run over and get to know this family.

The barbecue restaurant downstairs is still with flashing lights to attract customers, and Xiuxiang can't imagine what the person who goes to eat barbecue at such a late age thinks.

Maybe those diners will tell her that barbecue should be eaten at this point.

What to do when.

Habitually pull down the list, and the latest status of the circle of friends and the content posted will naturally appear at the top. There's nothing hard about it.

After reading the update of the circle of friends, Xiuxiang immediately switched to Weibo, and the action of pulling down has become a subconscious existence, and the content that comes out after a notification tone is all irrelevant content, which is annoying. Gossip that has nothing to do with anyone, and also has nothing to do with the life and death of any creature, why do people all over the world care so much.

"Isn't that the case myself?" Xiuxiang smiled, helpless.

Go to the Baidu homepage to take a look, after opening the Baidu homepage, she keeps switching the scrolling news strips below, and there is no latest content.

In fact, it is useless to watch this kind of news, or take a look with the help of the almighty Baidu search, if there is any latest information, it should be broadcast as soon as possible.

I'm already a little sleepy, sleepy, sleepy, sleepy so sleepy that I don't feel sleepy anymore.

Xiuxiang knows that it is about to exceed the point of staying up late, and people will always be extra energetic after that.

Now my state is not mental, but my consciousness has wandered away from my tired body, and I am at ease at a certain point in the air, and I say that I am sleepy, but I just say it casually.

If you close your eyes now, Xiuxiang will definitely not be able to sleep.

There's still a lot to be done.

Open QQ, a lot of group messages pop up, there are discussions about the latest game routines, there are communication groups at home, as well as groups of friends who joined the same period, class reunions, group buying groups, and the news jumped out explosively 50+.

"It's too much, I don't call me for sending red envelopes. Xiuxiang couldn't help but say something.

Usually, these are happy things, but today, the heart is flickering up and down by the number of new news.

"I can understand the mood of those who have a bad heart" Xiuxiang raised her head, heard a crisp sound from the back of her neck, and shook her head up and down, left and right, and then relaxed a little.

After Fei finished brushing QQ, he subconsciously looked at the electronic watch next to him.

It's 00:30?

Waiting is really the most painful thing, but Xiuxiang feels that today's wait is more difficult than any time, and she actually has to pretend that nothing happened, "more worrying than waiting for a confession reply".

Hey, what are you talking about, Xiuxiang is not the kind of person who can confess to others, she is a little lacking in courage.

Repeat the operation just now, skillfully open WeChat, Weibo, Baidu, QQ, this is not known to be the first time to repeat the operation.

Locking the screen of her phone, she seemed to see her haggard face through the reflective mirror.

The Nth time I look at the display of the electronic watch: 00:57.

What to do? It's really heart-wrenching.

Every time I read these messages, it was a waste of so much time, and Xiuxiang realized that it was a common problem in this information society that it was too easy to waste time.

In the past, when her mother taught herself, she often disagreed, and Xiuxiang believed that the decisions and freedoms of life should be created by one's own hands, and other people's experiences were outdated, and it was meaningless to say this.

At this time, I think of how inappropriate my mother's teachings are, what a critical period this is, and I am thinking about these messy things in the bed, which is really useless.

But what's going on in your head is completely out of your control, isn't it?

It sounds like she's crazy, but Hideka thinks that her thoughts are always so whimsical, with a bit of fate.

"What kind of fate or something, how advanced do you think you are, your mind is getting less and less clear now?" said Mom and threw the thing in her hand to the ground. A crisp lute sound rang out on the floor.

Xiuxiang lowered her head, looked at the book in her hand, didn't speak, in fact, she didn't read a word, but the embarrassment of the moment made Xiuxiang not know what to do.

"Look, boring, it's just suffocating, this character is like you, look at it, she didn't listen to a word of what I said, she still reads, what's the use of reading, isn't learning a mess?! I can't stand students like you, if I were a teacher, I'm angry. ”

Xiuxiang still didn't look up, she was wondering why her mother said that she was a mess of studying, and she thought it was good.

Is it better to go out now, when is the best time to go out, and now I really want to go out.

It's stuffy at home.

"Look at you, my wife has the best temper, what are you angry about, she is still a child, she has not graduated from junior high school, and now she is at the age when she is curious about everything and is not angry about anything, why do you have the same knowledge as her?" Professor Han apologized to his mother who was holding her chest in a low voice.

"I just hate her virtue, you know, how busy I am, this kid has no communication when he comes back, and his personality is getting more and more eccentric, and his brain is simply in the water, why don't you educate the child more at home?"

Dad helped Mom, pushed her to the sofa, and gave her a cup of Longjing tea.

"Then again, wife, didn't you just come back from their school? Dad said respectfully, and helped his glasses, although they didn't slide down at all.

Xiuxiang couldn't help but meow.

"I'm so angry that I'm confused. This kid doesn't look like me at all. With that, my mother took off her coat and coat, revealing a very well-proportioned figure.

"I went to school and this kid was bullied at school. Mom said succinctly, Xiuxiang didn't understand such a complicated thing, how did Mom say it so easily.

A word of bullying is over?

What exactly is bullying?

Are you being bullied?

Isn't that the arrangement of fate?

Xiuxiang was a little confused.

"Ah, is there such a thing?" said Dad's noncommittal tone, filled with a sense of detachment.

"What the hell are you doing while I'm not at home, are you taking good care of her?" said Mom.

"Your mother's angry tone is actually coquettish, oops, you're so sluggish, you don't even understand this, no wonder everyone says you're weird. Xiuxiang was thinking, who said this, why did she never think of it?

"What makes me angry is that this kid won't resist, it's really infuriating, and after I went to school and heard what the teacher said, I was so angry that I didn't fight anywhere. Mom said while drinking tea, green tea could not cure her mania.

Xiuxiang was thinking that she would invent a medicine in the future so that those who were angry and manic could immediately calm down and calm down, she just felt that today was extra noisy, and her heart was more calm.

"Well, it's best to use this medicine as a spray, so that it works quickly. Xiuxiang said, putting down the book in her hand.

"What are you talking about? You're like this, yin and yang, muttering something there? angry, what spraying, what curative effect or something? What does it mean?" said Mom, who almost threw the green tea cup over. Dad saw the opportunity and immediately grabbed it.

It's okay to throw it over, it's okay to throw it over, Xiuxiang thought.

What books, notebooks, pens, clothes, all throw over, why do you all like to throw things so much, I really can't figure it out.

Why would I be wrong when I didn't do anything?

Xiuxiang closed her eyes, she felt that the voice in her head had not changed for many years, and she couldn't understand why everyone didn't like her anymore?

She is past the age of arguing with her parents, so she rarely talks back, and her mother just talks a few more times.

Now that she recalls the past, it becomes more and more relaxed, and the characters and feelings of the story become more and more transparent, and Hideka feels that her past has become very unreal, as if it has become someone else's past.