For a moment, my eyes were like the negatives exposed when I was photographed by a film camera, whether I opened or closed, they were like slides full of shadows, and my heart was "plopping, plopping" with a deer bumping.

It's like falling into the fog and clouds, and it's a blur and trance. Of course, no matter how fluttering you are, there are times when you land, and you can't help but feel a little melancholy when you think that the future is still far away.

I wonder if this counts as sentimentality? I also think that the grace of grace makes me get goosebumps.

Strange to say, when I once again remembered "why am I here", I didn't have the same entanglement and attachment in my heart.

That night and the black returned hand in hand, perhaps because of sleepiness, I fell asleep peacefully.

Although the next day the water came as promised, this result still made me cry out, because the reward she cashed in was "ward round" time.

And every time in the future, I will start with this most unnutritious sentence, "Did you take your medicine on time?" "Although people are full of provocation, I can only comfort myself - she is trying to get away with it.

Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, she is willing to beat me, and she is willing to suffer. There is no other way to torture yourself and cooperate with others.

imposing her likes and dislikes and habits on herself, and even taking out other people's books and reading them at night, just to have a common topic when she has something to talk about and nothing to talk about.

It's like treating the hospital as a school, and it's a different dream come true for the student days when I want to graduate and leave all the time, and now I think about it day and night, and it's hard to go back!

Thinking about it later, I'm afraid there is really no one who can raise his illness so bookishly.

But I don't feel bored, time flies, and I'm about to be discharged from the hospital in a blink of an eye. It's a bit cheap, and there are always some inexplicable reluctances, including the smell of disinfectant that has become refreshing.

In the end, in order to test whether people have the intention of caught, I wrote a limerick poem for her - the sycamore is a thousand-year-old branch, and the morning dew is waiting for today. The call was immediately repeated, and Nong Hui was full of thunder.

I thought that she would let me explain the words and words that were so difficult to speak, but I didn't expect that there are no absolutes in the world, and people saw at a glance that this was a hidden poem, and then inexplicably came to the sentence, "Will you like yourself?"

I didn't know why, but I didn't think it was polite to be silent, "I'm sure I'm not schizophrenic, and even schizophrenia can't be narcissistic to this extent, right?" ”

The corners of her mouth lifted and she chuckled, "Then do you think I will?" ”

I don't know if I suddenly have an IQ online, or if I forgot to be polite, and I was speechless for a while.

Seeing that I didn't speak, she continued, "If you are your old self, I can consider deepening our friendship, but I'm afraid that you are a toddler in Handan......"

"Don't worry, I just love the house and the black. I still remember my own walking style, and I don't need to crawl back. "When it comes to words, we're a perfect match.

As I spoke, I turned my back to the door, forced the slightly panting airflow, moved in front of her, and slowly moved my hands towards her shoulders as if attracted by magnets, and then tilted my head slightly to complete some kind of fateful docking, for a long time.

By the way, I would like to insert a few words of insight: society never asks you what you need, and always cramms you as much as it can to teach you. You can be despicable, but at least you should be grateful, because it is what makes you worthy of contempt!

"I said Officer Gu, is this how you serve the people?"

I touched the tip of her nose with my finger, "I will give you a free science popularization, I am in non-working time to serve the people." Everyone is for me, I am for everyone, this is also to deepen the friendship between each other! ”

The words are divided into two ends. Jiagu Changfeng came to the hospital to see me the day before I was discharged, saying that he was going to go abroad to see his mother the next day, and he would not come to pick me up and discharge me from the hospital.

Later, he also sent me a poem - Gong Jin was full of spirit and liked to live in Qiao's house in the south of the Yangtze River. The general can be alone, and the people in the courtyard do not suspect that they will be killed.

Jiagu Changfeng, the first time I heard this name (Jiagu, in fact, there are hundreds of surnames in this surname, but it is relatively rare, and it is estimated that many people have heard of it for the first time. Not only me, but almost everyone in the bureau thought that at least one of his parents should be martial arts fans.

In fact, his father was an archaeologist, but I heard that he died when he was very young, and his mother was a doctor who had been living abroad.

And Jiagu is a cold, cold, and cherished words like gold, and he rarely talks about his family affairs, so that few people except me know about these things.

Therefore, in the criminal investigation team, everyone still relies on what they think, and he is called a "hero", but he is not disgusted or resistant. Over time, "Jiagu Changfeng" has become a "boudoir name", and few people mention it except me.

He is an alumnus of two years of college, and we both graduated from the Provincial Police College with a degree in criminal investigation, but we met after becoming colleagues.

Since everyone is a martial arts maniac and poetry enthusiast, although they have very different temperaments and personalities, they still hit it off at first sight, and soon they have nothing to talk about (it's me who doesn't talk about anything, and the Lord who doesn't talk much about people like him can only be said to be speechless). Iron buddy.

When it comes to poetry, Jiagu Changfeng has a family inheritance and has his own literary genes - his father wrote a good poem, and he is definitely a master in the "amateur" circle, and I had the privilege of reading his manuscript poetry collection "Just Collection".

But what imprinted in my head was not those masterpieces with gorgeous words and far-reaching artistic conceptions, but a number song that did not reach the meaning and did not know what to do: Twenty-eight girls and eighty-two Weng, reversing the current non-imperial palace. 1937 and 46, only five clean bodies do not agree.

At that time, I also asked Jiagu Changfeng about this poem, but I didn't expect that not only was he deeply puzzled, but his mother didn't give him the answer he wanted, so he faked it to me.

In fact, his original intention was not to let me interpret this poem, but to attach a sentence at the back of this poetry collection that basically does not make sense, it should be an over-encrypted article, he is in a hurry to go to the doctor, but my blind cat is not a dead mouse.

Our friendship is like his mantra - "gentlemen's friendship is as light as water", but he is not just talking, he absolutely practices - every time he encounters an important festival, event or something, he will give me a Tibetan poem without exception.

After a long time, I also suffered from it, and my friends and colleagues around me were self-righteously pulled into the group of gentlemen's friends, and they could always unexpectedly receive my intentional hidden limericks, and most of them gave back to me "hehe".

Fortunately, the water didn't come back with "Hehe! Otherwise, I would have to say "hehe".

If it works, I'm willing to "hehe".