Between the tenth and thirteenth days, two things happened: one was that I confessed that it was time for me to go to the courtyard in the afternoon, I held a sketchpad and basked in the sun at the gate of the courtyard, but I didn't dare to enter the door, and I went back to the dormitory after dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The second is the exit of the treasure pillar. Baozhu quit, and the statement he gave me was that he was also in love, and he was pursuing a girl from this school, and he didn't have time. But I know it's not that simple. After he made a high-profile announcement, he didn't see any substantive movements, and two days after that, he was seriously ill, lying on the bed, and the dormitory looked at him, and he was also covered with a thick head, and his little face was pale. What attracted me more was the hometown noodles placed at the head of his bed, with bright colors and terrifying shapes. All of this made me think that something must have happened when he went to the courtyard alone on the tenth day.

Those who are familiar with Baozhu should know that he is a person who is not very verbal and has a very heavy heart, and he is still stubborn in his bones. He doesn't want to say that it's useless for you to coerce and lure. In the following years, we experienced the courtyard of Sweet Water Garden, the courtyard of Lingjing Hutong and the cave of Jishuitan together, how many times I talked at night with candles, and I also introduced the topic into my unknown courtyard in the afternoon many times.

The topic still started from the noodles in his hometown, I have heard of the fact that the noodles have the power to ward off evil spirits, but from the low and magnetic narration of the treasure pillar, I learned that the unheard of rural fierce materials such as Shehuo, Manwu, water monkeys, and liutan shocked my personal incompleteness, and at that moment I really felt that he was possessed by Leslie Cheung. But he still shook his head at the matter of the afternoon in the small courtyard that I took the trouble to propose, and did not admit or deny it, but said, don't talk about it, talk about it lightly. After half an hour, he told the story of his old house in Puhuangyu, he stayed alone in the empty house, the electrical appliances flashed in the middle of the night, he and the sofa he slept on traveled thousands of miles, and came to the mass grave of his hometown in Hunan. There was also a power outage during the narration, watching him calmly change the fuse while talking, I couldn't help but think in a cold sweat, this is going to be easy, I don't know how big a small courtyard must be in the afternoon.