I snapped my eyes open to find myself still leaning on my back to the head of the bed, my diary and pen at my sides.

Xiaomei's bed was empty, and the quilt was still waiting for its owner. Then he sat up and rubbed his stiff and sore neck. Pick up the pen and paper and continue the unfinished text from last night.

Early morning of March 21 at Xiaomei's House.

March 21 Sunny

Mulberry Picking Five Generations · Feng Yansi

Before the flowers, the spring couple was lost, and he was looking for fragrance alone. The eyes are full of sadness. Even if there is a sheng song, it will break the intestines.

The swallows between the butterfly curtains in the forest are double. Bear to think more, the green trees and moss are half sunset.

When I brushed my teeth, I actually applied the cleanser to the toothbrush, and to make matters worse, I stabbed the toothbrush in my mouth, and the papaya smell made me retch.

Rinse your mouth with water and rinse it again, maybe it's a mental effect, and you always feel that there are still residues and aftertaste of papaya facial cleanser in your mouth.

I wanted to grab a broom and sweep the broken porcelain pieces scattered on the ground (the tooth-brushing water cup that I had just thrown in anger), but I didn't think about it, and I lowered my head and hit the flute of the door frame.

I'm so angry, if it weren't for the fear that the door frame is hard enough to be hard enough, I really want to kick it twice.

When I got downstairs, I remembered that I didn't take my badge, so I hurried back, and accidentally stepped on the air, and as a result, the whole person fell on the stairs, and the shoes on my left foot were thrown out a long way.

There were multiple layers of skin on the fingers and wrists, but that was all, and there was no greater damage. It's just that I'm more resentful in my heart.

After this "catastrophe", I am not in the mood to take care of the badge anymore.

He turned over and sat on the stairs for a long time, until his stomach growled with hunger, and then he wandered out into the street to eat a few bites of breakfast, and by the way, he asked the lineman for leave on the public phone.

On the way back, I was almost swept away by a tricycle soliciting passengers, and it was none other than the uncle who drove me when I first came here.

As soon as he recognized me, his eyes lit up and he greeted me with a grin. Looking at his honest and wrinkled face made me extremely sick. I thought to myself: how can a person be so shameless?

"Get out!" I really wanted to blurt it out, but I never did. just pretended not to know each other and walked straight over. The word "moving" flashed through my mind.

I didn't look at the calendar, maybe it's not appropriate today, at least for me. In this way, it seems that taking leave is not an accident, but an inevitability.

Speaking of leave, when I joined the company, I was still a big girl on the sedan chair once, and I didn't expect it to be broken so casually. When I calm down, I always feel a little worthless.

It's like you who never cut in line, and one day you were suddenly dragged in front of you by your second-to-last friend, and you can no longer say that you haven't cut in line!

Isn't it wronged, what's even more wronged is that you have hesitated.

I returned to my lodgings and felt a loneliness I had never felt before, and everything in my room seemed so strange, as if I had seen them for the first time, except for the backpack I had brought with me when I left home.

At a glance, only it still retains its former appearance, and of course, the sea soul shirt, but at this time it is being pressed to the bottom of the box, and it is not visible.

I stared intently at Xiaomei's big head sticking to the head of the bed for a long time, and the more I looked at it, the more strange it felt, so I fell on her quilt.

As a familiar smell is inhaled into the nostrils, time flashes back to those years of intimate friendship.

Maybe it was because I didn't have a good rest last night, and I fell asleep in a daze thinking about it, but in my dreams I continued to think when I was awake, so that reality and dreams were confused with each other.

If it weren't for the distortion of the dream, I think it would be hard to notice the moment you wake up, as if you had been thinking and had never slept.

Here Dream demonstrates itself through transformation, but it seems to be covered.

If I hadn't read Freud's book "The Interpretation of Dreams" (Dreams are the fulfillment of wishes), I don't think I would have been able to explain why such an abrupt dream would be grafted into a dream that was so much in line with reality.

One day, a fat man with a simple but slightly old face asked me to go on a boat ride in the lake.

It was a little abrupt, and as soon as I got on the boat, he kept talking and was careless, although I was disgusted, but I still stoiced.

However, if it weren't for the aftermath of the dream, I wouldn't have been able to know the premeditation of the dream in the first place, as if I was just a first-person viewer outside the dream.

The weather environment or something, I could feel it at will at the time, but when I woke up, I felt that there was chaos beyond description, but the experience was still clear.

When I was near the center of the lake, the man suddenly rose up and threw me down and crushed me, and I felt the same way about these dreams.

After a scuffle, I lay on the side of the boat, panting for breath, looking at the ripples on the water, with a wicked smile on my face.

Then I woke up, shivered, and jumped out of my dream.

Actually, I don't know Xiaomei's boyfriend, that is, the person who swam with me in the lake in my dream, but I only heard Xiaomei say that he is very handsome (whether he is handsome or cricket, I don't know, anyway, I am not interested in knowing) can't swim.

I still don't know why I inexplicably think that he is Xiaomei's boyfriend in my dreams.

It's like this dream is just the tip of the iceberg, and there is a lengthy foreshadowing ahead that has been deliberately omitted.

Although I didn't know this part outside of the dream, it imprinted the result in my mind like those innate instincts. You can extract it at will, but you can't study it in detail.

I thought I might have missed lunch, but I thought that the wall clock on the wall was ten minutes away from coming back. Not to mention having lunch, I am afraid that if I want to have breakfast, it will still be original.

The strange thing is that the mood suddenly improved, and he hurriedly made Xiaomei's bed, and then picked up the garbage from the corner and shook it, and quickly swept the broken porcelain pieces on the ground with a broom.

I felt relaxed and happy all day long, but I inadvertently thought of going to work, and there was a flash of gloom in my heart.

I don't know if this counts as a "sequelae" of taking time off, but it did happen as a result of the leave.

Yu Xiaomei's house.

March 22 Cloudy

The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family.

Although it was late yesterday, Xiaomei finally came back, beautiful and happy, like a spring breeze.

As soon as he entered the house, he jumped on my bed and chattered like drunk. I persuaded myself in my heart that I should have fun with her, but it was really difficult to devote myself to it emotionally.

But these were only moments, fleeting, and cheerfulness was the long-awaited theme of that night.

We remember the past and imagine the future, it is really like being drunk, or is it the ancients who said that not seeing each other for a day is like every other autumn?