"Who?" I asked with great annoyance.

"Brother Long, my junior, open the door!"

I got up from my bed in indignation, went over and opened the door, and saw a boy standing across from me: bell-bottoms, tights, and hair like a hedgehog standing on top of his head.

"There's no Brother Long here, get out of here." The word "get out", Qian Duo and I are used to talking, so I opened my mouth to come, but as soon as the words came out, I felt that it was inappropriate and was about to explain.

"You're going to fucking say it again, who's going to fuck off?" As he spoke, he reached for my collar.

It just so happened that my left hand was still holding on to the door, so I had time to react. I was most annoyed to disturb people when I was meditating, and besides, I was greeted by him to my mother, how could I not be angry, I flicked my hand, raised my right foot and kicked it out.

The boy stumbled and sat down on the ground. After a while, I got up, turned around and pointed at me as I walked, and said, "There is a kind of you waiting for me, see that I don't find someone to kill you!"

I slammed the door shut, came to the bedside and picked up a book from the table - "Reminiscences of the Past". It was on the way back to send Zhao Min back that he passed by Xinhua Bookstore and found it inadvertently.

Because Wang Pan had asked me to help her pay attention to this book before, I bought it back. I can't help but be relieved when I think of this. Then he opened the book, thought for a moment, and wrote on the white page......

When I was done, I closed the book, raised my wrist and glanced at the time—5:43. He picked up his comb, straightened his hair in the mirror, and then picked up the book and took it to the door and walked downstairs.

When I passed the complex, I deliberately took a detour past the main entrance and ran over to take a look at a screen standing in front of the ink pool and facing the main entrance of the hall on the first floor of the complex.

Because before this screen was erected, the school had published a notice in the school newspaper, and the whole school had a prize for the whole school. At that time, there were many people involved, and it once became a hot topic before and after class.

Later, because the screen has not moved, gradually this matter has been forgotten by everyone.

Although I didn't participate, I was curious about the name of the winner, and I was still muttering to myself along the way whether it should be called "Dawn"! Sure enough, it was really "Dawn".

The white marble screen is placed facing north, and the sun in the pattern is just poking its head out of the water in the west. I couldn't help laughing out loud and said to myself: I didn't expect the sun to really hit the west! Where is the morning light, this is clearly the twilight!

Then I walked out of the school gate without disappointment, the lights on the road were on, the cars came and went, I glanced left and right, and quickly walked through the horse path towards the neon-lit Tsinghua Garden.

I suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly entered the ai ya ya boutique next to me, wrapped the book in pink colored paper, and then quickly transcribed the poem that had just been written on the page on the colored paper, and then walked out of the boutique and entered Tsinghua Garden.

As soon as you enter the door, on the left hand side is the individual passenger area, lying or leaning, lying or lying on your stomach or slewing on your own good feelings, in the eyes of others is just some raw melons and eggs that have not yet grown together, where you push the cup and change the lamp, swallow the clouds and spit out the fog, and make noise. At this moment, I really want to shout - the Tyrannosaurus rex is coming!

After the front desk sister frowned and pointed at the rhino, I came to the second floor, looked left and right along the corridor, and passed by the "champion and first", "toad palace laurel" and "dominant" in turn......

Finally, I found a private room called "Gold List Title" on the opposite side of the "Cave Room Flower Candle" at the end of the corridor. After knocking lightly, he pushed the door and entered, and saw that it was full of people, some familiar and some completely unrecognizable. Seeing me come in, Wang Pan and Zheng Jie stood up together.

"Hey, Master, here." Zheng Jie said as she moved a position to the left.

I slowly squeezed through the chair behind someone else's chair to the right of the door, and sat on Wang Pan's left.

"Thank you, Sister Zheng." I said to Zheng Jie.

"Your face is so big, you have to ask Miss Ben to occupy a seat for you."

"General, average. Sister, I heard that you usually look in the mirror and use two pieces together, is it true? ”

"How is that possible! Nonsense, you eavesdropped when you told the eight ways, right? ”

"No, how can there be such a big mirror in the world that can accommodate your whole face, haha!"

"Humph! You...... The king hopes that you will see that you will not care about your brother. I joke about people all day long, and I don't know how to change people. ”

"Who made you his sister!" Wang Pan said with a chuckle.

"And what about you or his sister?" Zheng Jie replied angrily with a gloomy face.

"Hey, this is for Wang Pan, right, master?" Zheng Jie's eyes lit up, and as she spoke, she snatched the book from my hand, "I'll see if there is any inappropriate content on the color paper first." Wow! There is a poem. ”

"Isn't it a love poem, read it!" Someone coaxed.

"Gift to the king ......"

"Zheng Jie, give it back to me!" As he spoke, Wang Pan was about to get up and grab it.

"It's okay, let her read it." I stopped Wang Pan with a smile.

"Since the parties have no opinions, then I will continue to read: give birth to one more petal of clover, and the sun and morning dew are extraordinarily delicate. The quick knife is no longer annoying, and he is happy to throw it to the eyebrow sweeping talent. ……”

"Happy birthday Wang Pan!" I say.

"It turned out to be a Tibetan poem. Thank you! I've heard that the four-leaf clover flower language is happiness, but what about the three-leaf one? ”

"Sanye's, I gave it to Zhao Min." I replied a little timidly.

"Oh......"

"What are you sending here?" After reading the poem, Zheng Jie seemed a little disappointed, and asked as she checked the book in her hand.

"A book."

"What book?"

"Reminiscences."

"I haven't heard of it." Saying that, Zheng Jie handed the book to Wang Pan.

"By the way, brother, have you read this book?"

Wang Pan took the book from Zheng Jie's hand and asked me, but before I could answer, she continued, "It seems that you haven't read it, otherwise you wouldn't have given it to me as a birthday gift."

In fact, I have read this book a long time ago, and it is written in a relatively unpopular way, called stream of consciousness. The author of this book, Marcel Proust, is a pioneer and founder of the stream of consciousness.

I once saw the shadow of the stream of consciousness in one of your essays, and you may not know it yourself, but beneath your self-righteous appearance, there is an extremely sensitive heart.

Why not try writing a novel? Of course, I don't say this to oppose you writing poetry, but you also know that this world is not a prosperous Tang Dynasty, and poetry does not support people. ”

"I admit that I have a sentimental side, but that doesn't mean I'm living in a sentimental stream of consciousness. The reason why I write poems and practice martial arts is not only for self-cultivation; It is even more because I admire Li Bai's kind of talent and pride.

is like what he wrote in "Chivalrous Journey": Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is like a meteor. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. The Buddha's clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden. Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first. Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City. The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”