When the fourth night came, as you wished, all those in the house who could lie on the ground, including ourselves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info That day, I really understood how hard it is to sit at the desk, earthquake prevention is really not a human job, and suddenly I understood that the Japanese, so good to create beauty, and so hypocritical and happy (here to the old forest mosaic two lines), anyway, to shake, but I don't know when to shake, blissful bliss. And the misfortune of our Stove Hook trio is exactly that: which girl spoiled us, and we also stayed up all night to buy scalper tickets. That night, it was snowing and windy, and I always felt that the windows and doors were cracked. Lao Tzu is not scared when he is lying on his stomach, but blows. In the second half of the night, I could hardly feel the temperature of the fire, but the sensitivity of my thinking suddenly increased, and it was three people at the same time, because we stared at each other and were puzzled together: the strangeness of the small courtyard, isn't it 6:54 today?

At this point, I have to spend a bit of pen and ink again. The door of this house is also from the sixties, with four small glasses, the wooden frame is a bit bad, and the wind blows and clangs. I'm always worried that if the wind gets stronger, the glass will come down. There is a large iron door plug on the door, more than five inches wide, don't have a foot faster, a small door with such a door plug, not to mention how awkward. In order to prevent air leakage and take away our little heat, the first thing we do when we enter the house is to insert the door. That day, it was me who inserted the door, and I checked it after plugging it in, and I was impressed because Ah Chao was cold as soon as he entered the door, and I also scolded him for kidney deficiency. But I couldn't have imagined that it was in what I thought was the right thing to do.

Back in the middle of the night, the three of us had the ability to predict at the same time, and when the time froze together, the dull sound started again, accompanied by the wind and snowflakes. The small door was wide open, and the night was like blood. After that, the door closed slowly in slow motion, and the wind and snow stopped, and there was another clang. The problem is that a few of us have just arrived, and no one has moved, which means that we are aware of the same problem and its consequences.

I confess that the moment I saw the door open, I realized that I was faced with a fact that subverted my shallow physics, mechanics, mechanics, chemistry, biology, philosophy, quantum physics, astrophysics, and so on. And when the door is closed, there is no doubt that this fact is closed. Or the door I went to, exactly as I had a hunch, the deadbolt was well inserted into the door buckle, at least an inch more than the door buckle, and the door buckle was safely nailed to the door frame, and the door frame was integrated with the brick bungalow. Did I forget to plug in the door? Did the door buckle fall off the door frame? Did the deadbolt be too short to hold the door buckle? All assumptions can only be self-defeating, unless the three of us have the same hallucinations and react the same way at the same time. Baozhu is still silent, Ah Chao is still bright-eyed, what can we do about the unsolvable?

Half a semester later, I tried to explain what happened on the fourth night with the theory of the collective unconscious, but then I realized that trying to explain the cause and effect had no effect, that our bodies were healthy and functioning, and that dropping something, kicking a door, or something would not hurt the body, but in my heart, there was a fear of expectation. It's like, knowing that something is coming, but the big boss just doesn't show up, and he really wants it to give Lao Tzu a good time. But to your disappointment, I haven't seen anything since then. Is it visual impairment or perceptual sensitivity? I don't know, but that doesn't affect the story. After a night of sleeplessness, the light of the day brightened, and when I left the hut, I found that there were broken couplets on the door frame, and the left and right sides could not be seen clearly, only the horizontal batch was vaguely "those who come are not afraid".