Finally finished reading this pink diary. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I slowly closed it, held it in my hand, and hesitated for a moment to see if I should put it back in the silver box at once; It's better to hold it in your hand for a while so that you can get some more temperature from this pink diary.

I'm in a calm mood at the moment, which is not at all what I expected.

Before reading the diary, I was already mentally prepared, thinking that the moment I opened the diary, the flood beast hidden inside would rush out and swallow me away.

Therefore, I was prepared to resist complex emotions, and I was also prepared for my brain to stop working and completely die at any time, and I deliberately lowered my breathing so that my heart would not beat abnormally due to rapid breathing when I had mood swings.

Ready for anything, I opened the pink diary. But after I finished reading it, I realized that all the preparations I had called were so meaningless.

I'm calmer now, even calmer than I was before I looked through the photo albums. The whole brain activity is very clear, every part of the brain is functioning normally, and their coordination work all conveys a message to me.

A very simple message, just two words "moved".

I held the pink diary in my hand for a while, feeling the temperature from it for a while.

The composition of this temperature is very complex, there are thoughts, there are likes, there are grievances, there are sorrows, there are many emotions gathered in it, very rich and powerful, enough to warm me in the cold night.

While holding the diary, I found that behind this pink diary, there was a sentence written here, "I will always be by your side, the closest place to you." ”

This sentence was not written in the summer, but was printed by the maker of the diary at the time of production.

I had only paid attention to the cover of this pink diary and didn't pay attention to the back of it, so it wasn't until this time that I saw this sentence.

"I'm always by your side, the closest place to you." That's a good slogan for a diary. But for people, this sentence sounds a little sad.

I stared at this sentence for about two or three minutes, and then I smiled wryly, didn't think much about it, and reluctantly put the pink diary back in the silver box.

Put the diary neatly away, then close the lid, and with a "click", the silver box will automatically lock.

I stood up from my chair and picked up the silver box in both hands, ready to put it back on the lower shelf.

In fact, with the weight of the silver box, I don't need to use my hands at all, and I can carry it with one hand.

But at this time, in my eyes, the silver box is like a holy relic, and I don't allow any accidental bumps, so I hold it with both hands and slowly put it into the lower level of the bookshelf.

Placing the silver box, I turned, took a small step to the side, and then set up the chair I had just sat in.

After a closer look and making sure that there were no traces, I left the desk with peace of mind.

Gently walked back to the bed, looked down at Summer, she was still sleeping peacefully, but there was a glittering pearl hanging in the corner of her eye.

The pearl kept flashing, and it made my eyes very uncomfortable.

So, I subconsciously reached out and wanted to help Summer wipe the pearl off.

But just as my hand was about to touch the summer, the smile on the corner of her mouth made me stop what I was doing.

I forgot that tears are a product of emotion, and it doesn't just represent sadness. Summer's smile is warning me not to disturb her dreams.

She may be smiling happily in her dreams, tears of happiness.

I withdrew my hand, took out my phone, which had almost depleted its battery to only 2% of the battery, and looked at the time, which was about five minutes before four o'clock in the morning.

It turned out that it had taken me a night to read the diary, but I was so addicted to it that I didn't even realize that the magic of this pink diary was really stronger than any novel I had ever written.

Seeing that I slept so peacefully in the summer, I didn't need to worry too much.

After finding a pen and paper in the house, she wrote a message, put it on her bedside table, and then turned and walked towards the door.

There is nothing complicated on this message paper, just tell her that I went back to rest, and gave her a day off, and she will not have to go to work today, let her rest at home, and that's all.

Giving her a holiday is not because of my conscience, but because I also need to rest, after all, I haven't slept for nearly 40 hours, and I can't resist if it goes on like this.

So by giving her a holiday, I can also take the opportunity to take a good rest while letting her rest.

The most important thing is that I have a small brain capacity and bad cranial nerves, and I need some time to digest the information I received last night.

I'll only know what I'm going to do next until I'm done digesting it.

I walked lightly to the door, carefully opened it, and after shutting it wide enough for me to pass through, I turned to look at Summer, who was still asleep in bed.

After lipsing out to her goodbye, I took a small step back and retreated to the door.

Then holding the doorknob with one hand and holding the door with the other, gently closing the door, the whole process was slow and light, until the door was completely closed, without making any sound.

After closing the door, I waved at the door two paces away and said goodbye again, but it still didn't make a sound. Because even through the door, I'm still worried about waking up the summer.

Just as I was waving goodbye to the door, a girl who smelled of alcohol and didn't know whether to return late or early happened to pass by.

As she passed me, she stared at me in astonishment, as if she were looking at some strange creature.

Indeed, the act of saying goodbye to the door like mine is really a very strange act to outsiders who don't know the truth.

But I didn't need to explain anything to the girl just now, because the smell of alcohol on her body only made her think that what she had just seen was a drunken hallucination.

After saying goodbye, I put down my hand, turned around, and left satisfied.

When I walked out of the unit building, it was just after half past four.

However, since it is winter, the morning sun always comes later, and the sky at this moment naturally does not see the shadow of the sun, and the street is still illuminated by street lamps.

I walked slowly along the border between the sidewalk and the non-motorized lane, slowly towards home. I don't know why, I'm already very tired and sleepy, but I don't want to take a taxi, I just want to go home step by step.