Hearing the name, the cheerful air immediately condensed. One of them hung his head, his face sad.

The other two people also retreated to their respective rooms silently as they did yesterday.

Quiet, I want it, but at the moment it really doesn't deserve this pink space.

But I was wrong, she is not Du Ruolan, they are just sisters with different surnames, but life has made them close relatives. That's an afterword.

"Du Ruolan is dead." As far as the words are concerned, it may be a little weak, but I can read the envy in her tone absurdly.

Still from the bottom of my heart, for a dead man. It seems to be a detachment from the ants.

At that moment, I seemed to see a camellia, and next to it stood an exotic woman dressed in plain white.

Alexandre Dumas, who was given a small letter in front of his surname, turned out to be out of human considerations, and I suddenly understood.

I'll stop at this envy! After all, everyone in the world has their own ideas, so why impose them?

Knowing what I was doing, she didn't say anything more. Just gave me a diary, Du Ruolan's diary.

But time has shown that she is wise. Just like the famous sentence of the Prime Minister when he recommended "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" to foreign friends———— it is China's "Romeo and Juliet".

I thought there was a way to go, but I didn't want to go to a dead end, and the suspect turned out to be a diary.

There are several diaries, and as I read them, the fall from the building became an unsolved case.

I feel that I need to make the diary public so that more people know that there has been such a strange woman in the world.

But in view of the world's prejudices, I can only reluctantly make some changes to her name and the content related to her background.

That's right, Du Ruolan, that's the name I changed for her.

The following is her diary, which has been edited due to the social nature of the text.

July 1 Rain

When it rained on the windowsill, I wept.

The orchid leaves are in spring, and the Guihua is bright in autumn.

Shin Shin this business is a festive season.

Who knows that the forest dwellers sit and enjoy each other when they hear the wind.

Plants and trees have their own hearts, why ask for beauties!

This is the first poem in "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and it happens to be my first diary.

I dropped out of school as soon as my younger brother was born, because he was too young to be taken care of, my mother was not in good spirits, and my father was not at ease.

To tell you the truth, I don't hate him, and I'm more than willing to take him to the fields to do farm work.

Actually, I did earn it, and if it weren't for a blind man who said that my dad was the life of eight girls, maybe I would have left school a long time ago.

But it was also my misfortune, so I met the teacher who came to teach with mede, and I hated him.

If there is an if, I am lucky.

It was he who let me know about the world of flowers outside the mountains, and as for his daily self-flaunting, I disdain.

It's like a donkey's and eggs, who cares if he is light outside?

He also gave me a lot of books, except for a Xinhua dictionary, and all those books always had some words of encouragement and encouragement written on the title page, as well as gifts from so-and-so school.

The author's tone is full of a sense of superiority and disgusting, so none of them were spared, and they were all torn up by me.

Later Dmitry left, quietly with my dreams. I was a little disappointed, and I couldn't read easily.

But I hate him, and I will always hate him.

Sometimes I think: better .......

Thanks to the rain, I don't have to work in the fields.

July 6 Light rain

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.

Yesterday the postman delivered a parcel notice with my name on it.

This is the first time I've ever received an email, even if I count regular mail. For this kind of thing, there used to be only envy.

All afternoon, I was distracted, always worrying if the person who mailed it had written the wrong address, or if it was originally mailed to another person with the same name and surname......

Du Ruolan, a niece with the same name, surname, classmate, and age as me.

A handful snatched the package from my hand that he hadn't had time to unwrap, and glared at me viciously with triangular eyes.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and it was pitch black all around, and the darkness was so thick that I couldn't breathe.

On the morning of July 6, the sky was drizzling, and my dad put on a straw hat woven of reeds and hurried out.

He went out with him, of course, with my parcel pick-up slip.

I couldn't help but sigh: It's so nice to have a younger brother, if he hadn't been clamoring for meat, my father would never have made a special trip to the post office for me.

Speaking of my younger brother, he is just a nest, and his family treats him as a treasure. It's not a freak out there wearing the bottom of a wine bottle in someone else's mouth.

He didn't have good eyes since he was a child, and later learned that he was highly short-sighted, just like a blind man who tricked people into telling fortunes, but no one else knew about the blind man except me.

Maybe he knew I knew he wasn't blind, so every time I used to go to the village shop with my brother on my back to buy oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar, I would occasionally meet him, and I would get two extra packets of crispy noodles.

Sometimes I see it from afar, even if I don't buy anything, I will run over to greet the blind man, of course, two packs of crispy noodles must be returned as a gift.

I have no doubt that my brother's blessing comes from me, so he always has half my face.

Until now, when I think of crispy noodles, I can't help but add lips. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten it in years.

As I wrote this, a thought suddenly came to me: I want to get out of here! No, I'm pretty sure that's the most important of the whys.

After thinking for a long time, I put down my pen. It was the first time I had looked at my room so closely.

I really don't want to describe it, even if it's the neatly furnished guy-like and spotless floor that I'm praised by the neighbors, I just feel disgusted and cluttered at this moment.

It's strange, why was he still complacent about this before? I'm leaving, and I've never felt so strong in my consciousness, except when I strayed into the Spring Palace in a dream.

Speaking of these shameful dreams, I remembered that I was sixteen years old, yes, today. I can finally go out to work, and I can finally live for myself.

I suddenly became happy, as if my desires were being satisfied, and my whole body and mind were thrown into it. Even the first time you eat crispy noodles, you can't compare to it.

I no longer worry about wrapping, or even eating vegetables wrapped in meat, as if I would be able to feast on a pot of meat tomorrow. It just can't stop the saliva that is churning in the mouth.

"It's not promising!" I gave myself a slap in the face.

Click...... Click

I came to my senses at the sound of a knock at the door, and hurried towards the gate, scrambling to pull the latch open.

Outside the gate was my father's dark, grim face, and I bowed my head as soon as I skimmed it.

Surprisingly, this time my father didn't say anything, just shoved something into my hand.