While it was getting late, we rushed from school to the courtyard. When I bought cigarettes in the small shop at the entrance of the alley www.biquge.info, I brought a bottle of Xiao Erer by the way, and I was strong and strong. I thought in my heart, I can't do anything to us, what can I do if I drop something, the three of us are in a group, and the rivers and mountains are strong. But after entering the house, Baozhu silently took the furnace from the nail and threw it on the ground next to the furnace. After the wordless praise, it was extraordinary efficiency, and we consciously worked overtime until the second half of the night, and we seemed to see eight taels of silver. Later, I struggled to get rid of the sudden drowsiness, and the last thing I remember was, I was going to wake up at 6:54.

At 6:54 on a winter day, it was still dark, but the lights in the main house of the small courtyard were on. I'm sure, I'm awake, I'm sure, Ah Chao and Baozhu are awake too, and a minute ago I'm sure we're both asleep. We are waiting, fifty-four minutes, to witness the moment of miracle. I lay on the bed with my back to the small window, and I could see the window from the angle of lying down. He calmly looked at me and looked towards the window, and I turned my head, and a latex bottle on the windowsill was slowly moving from the inside to the outside, yes, not rolling, but panning. The pen record, like slow motion, is actually just a moment, the moment of electric light without flint, only enough for Chao to say, ", who put it" a few words. However, it doesn't matter who put it, because at fifty-five minutes, the alarm clock goes crisp.

I am sure that the three of us collectively missed the morning exercise that day, did not flee, did not communicate, just silently watched the Lush gang lazily spread out the limbs on the ground, and the miserable white blood gushing out of the cracked mouth of the latex bottle. No one paid attention to the wailing of the alarm clock, and for a long, long time, we froze at 6:55. When the sun shines in, we pack up, throw away the trash, hang up the stove hook, straighten the latex, turn off the lights, lock the door, inhale and leave. Man is such a strange animal, he is forever disillusioned with reality, and when he is disillusioned, he looks for another illusion. When crossing the railway, Chao said that it was a train, and it must be the vibration of the train, and it departed on time at 6:54 every day. The more logical the fantasy, the more paralyzing, such as the Oriental sleeping lion and the like, anyway, regardless of whether the North Locomotive Depot (Beijing Locomotive Depot) believe it or not, we believe it all, it is stronger than nothing, and it is better to believe than not to believe, this is the only reason that can support us to step into that small courtyard, there is no scared to death, only starvation, red eyes, who eats who is not necessarily, born fifty years early, Lao Tzu is also a strong man.