That kind of selflessness and greed, I don't know that I think we are about to separate, and we are at the end of the world.

After the lights went out, the original fiery feelings increased unabated, as if the darkness only covered the shame and made the catharsis more unscrupulous.

When I woke up, it was just dawn, and I glanced at Xiaomei, who was sleeping soundly in my arms, and then closed my eyes and continued to sleep. It's like holding a pillow on weekdays, and there is no disobedience in perception.

In a daze, I felt someone gently remove my arm, and I opened my eyes again just in time to meet Xiaomei's eyes, and then I smiled and hugged her into my arms again.

"Du Ruolan, you disciple, let go quickly, otherwise I'll call it!"

"Your name, can you wait? Ha ha! Hey! Seems to be bigger than before? ”

"You little prodigal hoof, you haven't touched enough in one night, have you? If you rub it again, it will break the skin!" With that, she pushed me away and slipped out of bed to freshen up.

I reclined on the bed face out, lazily continuing to gag with her. Because I was working the night shift today, I wasn't in a hurry to get up.

The moment Xiaomei left the room, the happiness that was full just now immediately disappeared, just like the collapse of the wave function.

If you haven't experienced it, it's really hard to describe that state of mind in words alone, and I think the so-called understanding in Buddhism is this kind of last resort!

Maybe it's just a moment, maybe it's ten minutes, in short, I have no concept of time at all when I'm in a daze.

So if I didn't look at the wall clock on the wall, I wouldn't have been able to tell if Mei's departure happened just before or a long time ago.

Time hung on the wall next to it, but most of the time I didn't want to look up, as if time would stop there as long as I didn't look.

I often complain about time and why I am in such a hurry, and often there is only a trance between the rising sun and the infinite sunset.

Most of the time I don't know what to do except in a trance.

But all the necessary daily operations, even brushing my teeth and washing my face, I was in a hurry, but who knows what I did all this time I saved.

I was still lying on the bed, still not looking up at the time, and just as I was about to remind myself of something, my eyelids closed immediately.

I didn't have time to mumble, "I'm going to fall asleep." "It wasn't long before I thought I should squint a little longer.

This thought, on the contrary, sobered up, and I was going to put the book I thought I was still holding in my hand on the table at the bedside. While I was asleep, I kept thinking about the book I had just read.

It's just that the idea is a little special, and I always feel that the things mentioned in the book, what the Grand View Garden, my sister, my sister, my sister, the spring outing, the poetry club, and the private school, are all directly related to me.

This thought continued for a while until he woke up, and at the moment when he was about to distinguish between dreaming and waking up, his eyelids closed again.

It's like a kind of self-hypnosis, but it's not thorough, and you can only barely continue the dream just now, which seems plausible.

Later, it began to get puzzling, as if it was a story from a previous life that came to me after a reincarnation.

I began to feel confused, but my mind was still somewhere between waking and dreaming, something inexplicable and literally confusing.

After some struggle, I finally jumped out of my dream, and in the distance I heard the sound of car horns, like the chirping of birds in the forest, marking the distance.

At the sound of the flute, I seemed to see an empty field, and the hurried traveler rushed to the nearby station, and the path he walked will leave indelible memories in his heart.

Because of the unfamiliar surroundings, the unusual behavior, the conversation not long ago, and the words of farewell under the foreign lamp that still lingered in his ears on this quiet night.

And the warmth that he was about to enjoy when he returned home, all of which stirred his heart. Suddenly he became me.

Suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could dodge, he happened to see the wall clock on the wall, and while regretting wasting his time, he suddenly became hungry.

For lunch, I once again chose the restaurant I often go to, and it doesn't matter if the noodles match or not, it's just a habit.

But the habit ended here, and I was angry, not only because he found me a fake money. What's more, he forced me to change my habits. If there were, I wish I hadn't had lunch.

That's it!

Oh! And last night I dreamed of my mother again, I don't know where my brother-in-law is, how is it now?

Before the night shift, at Xiaomei's house.

May 11 Cloudy to sunny

The sky was gray, as if it was covered with an opaque plastic film under the dome, and it was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

What is the Tang Dynasty? The hometown of the mountain. Who's thinking about the cloud? Mei Meng Jiang Yin. I want to go to the palace, and send me to Qi.

Wheat picking? The north of the mountain. Who's thinking about the cloud? Mei Mengyi. I want to go to the palace, and send me to Qi.

What is the case? The east of the mountain. Who's thinking about the cloud? Mei Mengyong. I want to go to the palace, and send me to Qi.

When I took the bus this morning, I was the first to sit down, and the first thought I had when I sat down for the first time was that life should be down-to-earth.

began to gradually tear off the label of a good old man and strive to be a philistine.

I didn't expect that Zhen Xiaoying would be so open-minded and generous about my rest time, but it seemed that I was a little careful.

Life can be like this - Zhu Bajie's cuteness is so deep. I was a little surprised!

The biggest change that I have brought to my life is that I am rarely in a daze anymore and in a trance. The once hurried has become calm.

Xiaomei said that I have changed, and I am no longer the Du Ruolan she knows.

I think Xiaomei has also changed, irreversibly becoming a woman. I could feel like I was going to lose her, but so what?

We are destined to be just passers-by to each other, encounters are only brief encounters, and separation is the eternal theme.

Mei-mei tried to introduce her boyfriend to me more than once, but I refused.

In fact, why should I know such a destined stranger? It doesn't matter if he is Zhang San, Li Si or Wang Erpozi, half-baked, he is the most prone to stomach trouble.

At Xiaomei's house, I have a hunch that Xiaomei is about to leave Xiaomei's house, maybe I should go out and drive her away.

It's late at night, and Xiaomei still hasn't returned. The waiting of the unknown is not as free and easy as the despair of the known.

Xiaomei said that I have changed, and I am no longer the Du Ruolan she knows.

I think Xiaomei has also changed, irreversibly becoming a woman. I could feel like I was going to lose her, but so what?

We are destined to be just passers-by to each other, encounters are only brief encounters, and separation is the eternal theme.

Mei-mei tried to introduce her boyfriend to me more than once, but I refused.

In fact, why should I know such a destined stranger? It doesn't matter if he is Zhang San, Li Si or Wang Erpozi, half-baked, he is the most prone to stomach trouble.

At Xiaomei's house, I have a hunch that Xiaomei is about to leave Xiaomei's house, maybe I should go out and drive her away.

It's late at night, and Xiaomei still hasn't returned. The waiting of the unknown is not as free and easy as the despair of the known.