How I wish it was all a nightmare, and it was better not to remember the contents of the dream when I woke up. In fact, it was indeed a nightmare, so much so that when I was woken up by Song Mink in the morning, I was a little glad that everything last night was a dream. Unfortunately, this happiness did not last long, and it occurred to me that this dream was so real. It's so real that I can't find a single reason why it's all illusory.

On the bus to the county seat, I was not in the mood to speak all the way. I'm wondering, is what the little girl in the red robe said last night true? Or is it really just a dream?

The problem is that his uncle's dream is indeed a dream, a dream that I can't believe or disbelieve. So to say it's a dream, it's a dream. To say that it is not a dream, it does not seem to be a dream.

Whether it is a dream or a real illusion, whether it is a human heart or not. To say that this dream is different from Zhuang Zhouxiao's dream of butterflies, although the content is different, and the arguments in it are also different, they all seem to have the same meaning.

Everything that happened in the dream may be real, or it may be made up by myself. Although I don't know why I made up such a dream? What does it mean in my subconscious? But it's also too bizarre to say, how could such a fucking thing happen? Right?

Think about it, if all this is true, then why did I easily believe what the little female ghost said in my dreams? The only explanation is that it's really just a dream. Just like when we are children, we often dream that we are in the mountains, in the fields, or in some messy place. If it weren't for the fact that we were too easy to believe what we saw and heard in our dreams, how could we wet the sheets and get beaten?

After thinking about it like this, I am much relieved, and it seems that the restless youth can continue to be restless in ......the future.

Time passed quickly, and since I was in a trance, it felt like it was just a short time before Song Mink and I arrived at school.

After getting off the bus, we walked side by side in the direction of the dormitory, and on the way she asked me if I had done my winter vacation homework.

I smiled and said to her that you are all at my house this winter vacation, don't you know if I did it or not? Then I asked her if she had done it, and she gave me a blank look and gave the same answer as me.

If you want to say that this holiday homework is funny enough, these teachers don't know what to think in their hearts? Isn't it funny to think that we could make so many workbooks in just over a month? If you really do it carefully, how can you finish it? So most people just coping with checking and copying the answers. As for me, I belong to a small group of people who don't even bother to cope.

So in the first class of the next day, when viagra checked the winter vacation homework, Song Mink and I, as well as the obscenity in the dormitory, belly, Brother Cao and Brother Buzheng contracted for a week of classroom hygiene.

Our dormitory sounds like a spell, and five of the six people in the class who didn't do their winter vacation homework were angry, and they seriously praised Lao Cai and glasses, the only white lotus who was not eroded by the spell.

Lao Cai actually did his winter vacation homework, which surprised me very much, although he didn't spend the New Year at home, I don't know how he did his homework. But is he the one who can calm down and spend the winter break on homework? Apparently not.

So when I returned to the dormitory, I said to him, "I can't see it, Lao Cai, I didn't expect you to be able to stand so much homework." ”

Lao Cai smiled at me, then looked at me like a fool and said, "You don't know this, is this homework done for you?" This is a test of your attitude towards viagra, you can cope with it, but you can't even bother to deal with it, you know? ”

Hey...... this uncle's is fresh. When did Viagra teach us politics? Isn't this really cultivating all of us as the future successors of the socialist cause? Do you really think that we can all be officials in the future? Otherwise, who can understand the subtext of his words?

After finishing speaking, Lao Cai showed me his homework again, and I opened it and glanced at it casually. Well, it's normal, it's full and full of writing, and the key is that the basic workbooks are about to be ruined, and it's really a serious look.

So I said to Lao Cai It's normal, what's there to see?

Lao Cai smiled again and said to me mysteriously: "You look at it seriously." ”

I glanced at Lao Cai suspiciously, then lowered my head and continued to look. I suddenly found out that Lao Cai was also a person who didn't even bother to copy the answer like me, but I didn't do it directly, and Lao Cai wrote a few blindly, either writing some numbers and symbols that have nothing to do with the topic, or copying the topic directly, anyway, the people who wrote it were dazzled, but they couldn't find the answer.

Seeing my surprised expression, Lao Cai said to me angrily, "How is it?" Be smart. This is the result of my day. The answer is at the end, and the eyes that are turned over have to be turned over, and I am afraid that viagra will doubt it if I tear it off, so it is the most reliable. ”

Clever, really clever. I looked at Lao Cai and suddenly felt that he, the descendant of capitalism, had so many fancy intestines, how did he come up with this? It's just not according to common sense.,The key is to return his uncle is very effective.,No.,Compare me with his end is very clear.。

……。

The holidays go by very quickly, in fact, more than a month is not much else. So when I went back to school, I didn't seem to be the same as last year.

Xie Min is still like that, except for losing a little weight. When I saw her, I had some strange emotions in my heart, some excited, and some things I didn't know. And those emotions that I didn't know how to express made my heart beat a lot faster when I saw her. Later, I learned that that kind of emotion is called reunion after a long absence.

I often think of her during the holidays, and I have wanted to send her QQ messages more than once, but after a period of ideological struggle, I gave up again. Because I often want to message her in the middle of the night, I'm afraid of disturbing her rest.

Why don't I message her during the day? I'm reluctant to mention this because I'm afraid that if I explain, people will call me a scumbag.

It seems that because of Song Mink, so in the dead of night, my whole heart was filled with Song Mink's laughter. When a heart is filled with one person, it is really difficult to think of another person.

The only time I think of Xie Min during the day is the day before the Chinese New Year. It was snowing heavily that day, and I took a branch to write and draw on the snow, and unconsciously wrote the word Xie Min on it. Later, the two crooked characters were completely illegible at Song Mink's bouncing little feet, and I, still looking at Song Mink's figure, laughed stupidly.

I don't know what kind of relationship I have with Song Mink, in fact, when she was by my side, I couldn't even distinguish what kind of feelings I had for Xie Min.

Is it the throbbing of youth in the face of beauty that makes me unable to distinguish the difference between love and liking, or is it that the young mind can't tell what love is at all?

Song Mink and Xie Min, I don't know where the two of them stand in my heart. Is it really like the saying I heard in the days that followed--- 'Only children make choices'?

But isn't it a choice to have both? Could it be that the phrase 'children make choices' refers to going with the flow and leaving these problems to fate?

If I really want to leave everything to fate, it seems that this fucking fate has no intention of taking responsibility for my life's work to the end, and his uncle just wants me to die......

Thinking of this, I smiled wryly again. yes, fate wants me to die, so why bother with which place the two of them each occupy in my heart? I won't even live to be twenty anyway. And now I'm past my eighteenth birthday, and if I'm lucky enough to live to my twentieth birthday, I'll only have two years to go. Anyway, they were all sentenced to a suspended death sentence, what do you want to have no wife?

……。

The road in the village has been repaired, and Uncle Cheng did not come back with Lao Cai. I don't know what Lao Cai did, but he really persuaded Uncle Cheng to let him go to school in his hometown alone?

Lao Cai told me that in order to be able to get rid of the shackles and experience the comfort of a wide sea with a fish jumping into the sky and letting the birds fly, he tried his best to do his best, which is called a battle of wits and courage.

I spat out a puff of cigarette, kicked him in the ass, and laughed, "Fuck off, isn't it just for smoking and no one cares?" ……。 ”

Lao Cai spit out a smoke ring, hehe Zhile.

After smoking the cigarette in my hand, I patted my ass and stood up, glanced at my phone, and it was already half past eleven. Looking at the couples around who are still in pairs, without the slightest intention of going back to the dormitory to rest, I am very envious. So I secretly cursed the dog man and woman, and then called Lao Cai to walk towards the dormitory.

Ever since my craving for cigarettes has grown, I feel very uncomfortable not smoking a few cigarettes a day. And in order to enjoy the comfort of swallowing clouds and spitting fog safely, Lao Cai and I tried our best.

At the beginning, Lao Cai said that he could go to the toilet, and there were many people who secretly smoked there, which was quite safe. I thought about it, gave him a blank look, and said, "The toilet is so smelly, who can stand it?" I think those people are not only addicted to smoking, but also addicted in some aspects, we are different from those ordinary people. ”

Then I thought of such a good place as the grove, although we didn't fall in love, but the grove belonged to them dog men and women? I didn't write their names, so that's why Lao Cai and I were still sitting in the woods at half past eleven in the middle of the night and smoking.