(a)

Chang Xia and Wei Wei looked at each other. A-Ying's face is in good shape, but her skin is dry and hairy, and her cheeks seem to be stuck with a dry leaf.

Her boyfriend doesn't seem to want her anymore and has a crush on a local girl from a wealthy family. A-Ying also tried her best to be more beautiful. However, there are wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. He has a weird temper and always wants to put himself high above others.

She is self-respecting and self-reliant, and she already needs to go through the graduate school entrance examination to win back her ex-boyfriend's heart. In her heart, there was an island of wounded wandering that needed to be healed by the magnified and inflated respect of the outside world. Chang Xia guessed like this.

I remember coming back from reading a book one night, and the dimly lit campus path. Seeing the back of the IC public telephone booth in front of him, it seems to be A-Ying.

Just as she was about to walk quietly past her, she suddenly heard a sad voice: "You're busy now, aren't you!" Then I'll wait until you're done with it. ”

Before she knew what to say, A-Ying replied in a low voice: Okay, good! The sound of the click of hanging up the phone was unusually crisp in the cold wind, like cutting a hard radish with a knife.

A-Ying stretched out her elbow on the phone booth, her head lying on it like a wounded cat, arching her crooked back.

Wearing a lonely white padded jacket under the metal cover of the phone booth. She has a beautiful face. If the nectar of love erases the anger of her habitual squint. The comfort of life nourishes the tired skin on her face, so she may be a beautiful woman.

But Chang Xia stayed away from her, because she was always "beaten" by her for some reason. Chang Xia had no intention of comforting her and walked away from her.

At this moment, Chang Xia thought that it would be better to separate the sorghum land she sowed from her sorghum land by a path in the future. Avoid hoe after hoe that she hits inexplicably.

"Hey! At noon, I can take the ribs out of your rice cooker and order noodles with the pork rib soup in the rice cooker! A-Ying hurriedly found the book and asked. After the noodles are lowered, the soup is returned to its original owner.

It's like borrowing someone else's water to take a bath. After washing, the water is still returned to the house.

A pot of fresh and tender pork ribs has been clouded like this several times. In the past, Chang Xia could endure it. But, today, no. Did she forget what she just said? And the resentment that caused last night.

It was as if someone had spit into her pork rib soup, and Chang Xia felt slightly nauseous. "No, I won't be able to eat it." Chang Xia flatly refused.

A-Ying raised her head from the table in shock and stayed for a moment, with sadness in her eyes. She pursed her lips and walked out in silence.

"Captain, there's actually a lot of ribs. You can eat with me at noon! ”

"Thanks, then you're welcome. In the future, I will learn from you to make ribs like this. ”

(b)

Many of the "stowaways" suffer from severe insomnia.

The insomniac "stowaways" had even more pale faces and more gloomy expressions, martyrdom like priests. But they sat upright for a longer time, as if there were old monks and young monks sitting on their necks. In the basement, they looked like stones in a dry well that stood still.

Chang Xia, at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, put away the book, and looked ashamedly at the heads that fell asleep on the table. She wanted to go back to sleep and sleep for half an hour. But when I went back to take a nap at noon, I never saw A-Ying come back.

It seems that this is how to save time for napping, and many heads lie on the table in the basement, with half of their faces on the side, like salallow apples stored for the winter. The "chief" is.

For a long time, he was one of the allergens of Chang Xia's restlessness and nervousness, and her insomnia was like an intermittent asthma attack, which could not be eliminated.

Because he was almost confined to the library, he was seen sitting up straight almost all the time. Chang Xia went back to the "honeycomb" to sleep, but he didn't sleep; He rests in the summer, he does not rest; Chang Xia went early, and he went earlier than her; She came home late, and he didn't return.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, with a powerful country as a neighbor, another country would be restless, although it was impossible for them to fight for each other, but this sense of oppression would make people nervous, there was a hundreds of watts of incandescent lamp lit there, how could people in the room sleep peacefully!

When the "chief" woke up, he wiped his eyes and continued to orient the book with his head on his head. One day, I stayed in the basement like a puppet for more than ten hours, like my feet buried in the stump of the soil, and like a withered monk who had been sitting in the hollow of the tree for decades, stringing dry my muscles and blood.

If all of her competitors in her profession were like this, would she have any hope?

Many people refuse to rest, just to comfort themselves and deceive themselves. It is always easier to wear a mask of deception of comfort than to be sober in self-reflection.

However, she didn't know this at the time, she just felt guilty and resentful of herself.

The official historian was under the stage of the mirror, and asked sternly; "Why can't you lie down on the table and take a nap? This saves a lot of time. What reason do you have to be squeamish? ”

The slave in the bracelet knelt under the hall and trembled: "Do things according to nature." Man is not an unconscious piece of iron, he can twist it as he wants. Even if the iron is twisted too much, it will break. ”

The violent voice was rough: "Don't make excuses for your weakness. One should be strong enough to recognize the weakness of one's will. "Snap off the sign" to this unrepentant man to hit eighty boards. A group of wolf-like servants next to him picked up the board.

The sword of self-blame swept backwards towards her, and Chang Xia buried a shadow of collapse in his heart.

The second thing that made Chang Xia uneasy was the early morning running incident. Whether it's autumn or a snowy morning, Chang Xia gets up at half past five in the morning and goes out at six.

She wears red running shoes, a pale teal knit, and white corduroy pants. It was a rhythmic color, and the grass and red flowers were running on her body.

She loved the freezing morning of autumn, when the earth seemed to sleep under ice chips, and the hoarfrost in the grass by the roadside was like condensation; The weeping willows by the river are also sealed in ice, a dark green.

Facing the cold wind, on the vast land, I saw her running alone. She liked the feeling, everything slumbered, and she stumbled and refused to come out of the warmth. Only the rushing white mist rose in front of her, and the figure under the mist was dyed the color of the spring meadow.

When I came back from my run, I looked at my face as red as sunrise in the mirror. He hurriedly took off his sportswear, put on his regular clothes, and walked like a falcon, but despite this, when he reached the entrance of the basement, he saw an ant-like human head floating inside. It was nearly half past seven. It's hopelessly late.

Since moving into the school to rent a house, Chang Xia sent a text message to tell "senior brother": Now, I am your neighbor. "Senior brother" replied: Oh, you are here! called him "senior brother" for so many years, and now he is finally here.

Occasionally, in the evening, he carried his schoolbag and she carried it cross-body, and the two walked along the riverway, and after he told her some problems about the graduate school entrance examination, he listened to him talk about his new relationship.

At that time, the elder brother was busy falling in love.

One morning, I met my brother. Because his daughter-in-law ordered him to take the exam, he lit a fire and went to the library at half past seven in the morning to share the hardships with the "stowaways."

He originally wanted Chang Xia to give him a place. However, the other way around. After he sat down, he saw Chang Xia coming from Shanshan. His face was crimson, and he walked lightly. Great! This person who is preparing for the war is actually later than this person who has already been admitted to graduate school.

The "senior brother" thinks that this is due to the squeamishness and inertia of the girl. He needed to spur her kindly.

"Why are you so late? So, how many words can you read in the morning? “

Chang Xia replied aggrievedly: "I went running." “

At this time, running was a waste of time, and it was a waste of many people starving to death in the years of starvation, and she wasted a bowl of rice.

"At this time, my fellow villagers will go to the classroom at six o'clock."