"Where did I get cheap?" Before Summer laughed to death, I asked bitterly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Wait, you let me take my time." She struggled to adjust it, stopping the laughter that had been surrounding the living room.

"You're finally done laughing, can you answer me?"

"Actually, cheap is just an adjective."

"Nonsense!" I said angrily, "It's not an adjective, it's still a verb?" ”

"Don't lift the bar! Do you want to hear it any more? ”

"Think, then you go ahead!"

"Recently, you have become much more proactive than before, taking the initiative to care for me, take care of me, help me, and say sincerely, I really thank you." She looked at me with those watery and bright eyes, and her eyes were full of gratitude.

"Hehe... Hee-hee... Hehe..."I'm so shy that I'm cheeky, it seems that I rubbed my face hard this morning, and I really thinned my face.

"If you say me so well, why do you still call me cheap?"

"It's really good to take the initiative to care about people, it's just your way of expressing it......"

"What's wrong with my expression?"

"There are too many words, and the mouth is too poor, which makes people feel the urge to smoke you."

"Huh?"

"Don't you realize that you're getting poorer?"

I shook my head innocently.

"Sure enough, it's dark under the lights!"

"Hey! Random words again! ”

"I'm just a little assistant, don't worry about me so much!"

"You ......"

I want to say that you are actually much poorer than I am!

It's just that when the words came to my mouth, my faintly aching eyebrows made me realize the true meaning of life, so at the last moment, I chose to swallow my anger.

However, this girl doesn't seem to be wrong when she says that I've been talking too much lately.

I've been talking a little bit more lately, and I've really gotten poorer, and sometimes when I think about it, I feel the urge to smoke myself.

How did I somehow have this chatter attribute? It shouldn't be.

Although I am a writer of novels, I write a lot more, but just because I write more does not mean that I can say it! The two are not necessarily related, so they must not be equated.

"What are you doing again?" Summer asked.

"I wasn't in a daze, I was just thinking about how I got into a chatter."

"You have to think about this? You're really ......" she looked at me with disdain.

Just when she despised me, I looked at her too.

As my gaze lingered on her for more than three seconds, the answer occurred to my mind.

I'm going to be a chatter, it's all thanks to her!

I've always longed to communicate with people, but the closed door of my heart has hindered my desire to communicate with people sincerely.

It wasn't until the night of the hospital that the chat became the beginning of everything that this girl came to the door of my heart, knocked on the door vigorously, and woke me up from my sleep in the door.

She started chatting with me through the door, using ordinary and real language, leading me to the door little by little.

In the end, the door of my heart was knocked open by her pink diary, and I, who had been lonely for more than 20 years, finally ushered in the opportunity to walk out of my heart.

I haven't been able to communicate well with people for more than 20 years, can I not talk too much in my stomach? Can I not become chatter?

That's right, that's it, it's this girl who knocks on the door and lets me out and makes me a chatter! It's all her fault!

"Thank you!" I said to Summer with a smile.

"Huh?" She was at a loss.

"I say thank you!"

"Why did you suddenly say thank you to me?"

"No, I just want to say thank you! And ......"

"What else?"

"Don't knock on the door in the future."

"What kind of mess?" She glanced at the door.

"Knock on the door, and they'll make you responsible."

"Neurotic!" Her expression told me she was going crazy.

Thank you so much, if I could tell you why, I would definitely tell you, but for now, I can only say thank you to you!

"How long are you going to stay on the couch? Don't go to the codeword yet? ”

"Codeword?" I glanced at the study, "I'm in the mood today, let's continue to chat happily." ”

"Huh?"

"Ahh

We continued to chat happily without any nutrition......

Today was supposed to be the first day of digging the ditch, but today's plot has unfolded in a strange way, and it is not at all within the scope of my expectations.

What happened today is not in the script I designed before. To exaggerate, it's not within my control at all, it's completely out of control.

Except for the time when I got up in the morning and got out of bed, I was able to control the rhythm, and by the time I went into the bathroom and picked up the towel, everything was already starting to get out of hand.

My original plan was to take advantage of the sunny weather to go out with the summer, find a poetic place, talk to her properly, attend classes, talk about the philosophy of life, and talk about the principles of life, so as to enlighten her and persuade her to let go of the obsession in her heart.

Unexpectedly, such a plan of chicken soup for the soul was finally stirred up by the white-haired old man's stirring stick before he could implement it.

No, you can't call him a stirrger, if you say that, then my original plan, won't it become shi?

No, no, I have to retract what I just said, the white-haired old man is not a stirring stick, he is just an old man who has nothing to do.

In this regard, I have already greeted his family's household registration book, and I will not continue to greet him, so as not to have any misunderstanding among his family.

Although I was disgusted by the way he meddled in his help, it seemed to be good in the end, and at least I learned a lot more from the summer.

It seems that the white-haired old man deliberately came to such a show for his purpose, and he probably didn't want me to be in a hurry, and told me to take it step by step.

Yes, the old man is right, I am too anxious, digging a ditch, you must be patient, before you start work, you have to prepare all the tools.

If you are too anxious, it is like only preparing a shovel and shovel, and then rushing to start work, and after digging for a while, you find that there is asphalt in front of you, and the shovel and shovel in your hand cannot be dug with Ben, which is considered to be deflated.

Only when I have prepared everything that should be prepared can I dig directly into the sea in one go.

The same is true for untying the knot in the summer, I must not be in a hurry, first I have to slowly grope to find the ends of the knot, and then observe the appearance of the knot, and finally start to untie it.

If I follow my previous plan, when the time is not ripe, self-righteous action will not only not untie the knot, but will make it tighter and tighter, and eventually even become a dead knot.

It seems that I still need to calm down, communicate with Summer like today, slowly let her off guard, and after really touching her heart, I will try to untie her heart knots so that she can go back to the sea down the ditch.