(Girls' Literature)

We were in college. There was a time when the old professor dragged on for a long time. The bell rang several times for the end of class. Let Tang Mimi, this girl, really can't help but want to go to the toilet. She raised her hand. The old professor looked at a class of sleepy classmates with a face full of disappointment. Seeing Don Mimi who raised her hand. Immediately, his eyes lit up. After a lot of hard work, I finally found a classmate who listened carefully. He nodded to Don Mimi as if he had seen a savior. "Ugh. This classmate. What questions do you have? Just talk. The old professor said, looking around. That seems to be saying. Look at people's attitudes towards learning.

Tang Mimi stood up in the eyes of the students and the old professor in the entire lecture hall. Instantly, everyone regarded him as a model for listening carefully. A character who is a top student.

In front of so many classmates. Say such a sentence in a serious way. "Teacher. When will class end? It's been two minutes. My bladder is about to blow up. ”

"Hahaha......" the other classmates laughed. It's nothing anymore. But when I saw the old professor's face, which was heavier than a purple eggplant. I felt a deep sympathy for him. It is conceivable that the old professor saw Tang Mimi as if he had discovered a new world. But this girl. When he stood up, he said something like this. His mood. It's not just the word "disappointed".

I couldn't help but get caught up in the memories. He began to laugh again. Don Mimi's joke. It has since become a classic joke in our entire dormitory. Everyone talks about it every time. will laugh so much that your stomach hurts.

"Come on. I'll see what you do. He said and walked over to me. It also brought me back from my memory. I gently hammered my head. terminated his infinitely open brain. I used to be in elementary school. My essay is very well written. Every time, I was invited by the teacher to read aloud on the podium. Now I realize that my mind is too active. It's not a good thing. Like now I'm being treated like a neurotic by my boss. Zhang Yefeng's two eyes seemed to be looking at aliens. "What are you laughing at?" He asked softly. Fox looked at me suspiciously. sat down on a stool.

I stood upright behind him. Fortunately, I didn't laugh out loud just now. Otherwise, Zhang Yefeng will say that I am a psychopath. I stood aside and began to hold my breath and watch Zhang Yefeng inspect my work. It's the moment I'm most nervous about. At the same time, Zhang Yefeng at this moment made me feel the most handsome. Especially the layout he opened to make. tweaked some of the bugs inside. That serious and professional look. It's so handsome. Very, very handsome. Belch. At the same time. I understand it too. Zhang Yefeng is so handsome. I just have to enjoy it. Don't think anything wrong.

"Look. There are two typos here and here. And the watermark on the picture here is still there. These are the little details. Why is it still happening? Zhang Yefeng said and glanced up at me. I immediately started to get nervous again. . He found out that something was wrong. You won't punish me for working overtime again. I took a deep breath.

"Overall, it's better than before." Zhang Yefeng said and looked at his watch. "It's about the same time. Pack up and get ready for work. With that, he also stood up. He walked to his cabin again.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." I bowed politely to Zhang Yefeng. I'm really grateful that he can open up to me. I couldn't help but hum a cheerful little tune as I cleaned up.

Then the eye casually glanced at the package on the table that he saw again. What the hell is this? To open it or not to open it. I always feel that there is either a lump of poop or a snake in it. Because of what Zhang Yefeng sent. I don't want to, I don't dare to think on the bright side. This time. I was reminded of the words I used to write about my own psychological struggle in my elementary school essay.

"Open it. Open it and see what's inside." The little black man in his heart said.

"Can't fight. It's short-handed. Be sure to pay attention to the temperament. The little red man in his heart said.

The two villains are still fighting fiercely together. But it's helpless. The little black man had the upper hand. The little red man was still beaten and hung up. My evil hands couldn't help but reach for the tape on the closure of the box. I could even feel the box shivering. It's a pity. My curiosity prevailed over my reason. This "innocent" box was still opened by me.

There is neither poop inside. Nor is it a poisonous snake. Rather, it is one of the most popular sleepwalking dolls in Japan today. Wow. This one seems to be genuine. I saw a picture and introduction of this doll in a magazine before. I fell in love with it. I cut a picture of it out of that magazine. Stained on top of my notebook. I quickly grabbed the notebook on the table. Flipped to that one. The picture of the doll is exactly the same as the one I have in my hand now.

The sleepwalking doll is the work of Yoshitomo Nara, a famous modern artist in Japan. The sleepwalking doll is different from Yoshitomo Nara's previous style. Angel face, perfect body proportions, goose yellow bangs, pale blue dressing gown. It feels like it has a faint minty scent. It's beautiful. But I know the price. Take a look at the workmanship and materials of this doll. I know that this is genuine. That's a little too expensive. I'm wondering if I'm going to return the doll to Zhang Yefeng. Again, that's the same sentence. Reactive power is not punished. Accepting gifts from others for no reason. It's bad after all.

After a few thoughts. I walked up anyway. knocked on the door of Zhang Yefeng's hut. "Tuk Tuk Tuk".

"Hmm. Who is it. "I heard the tables and chairs moving inside. It seems that this time, Zhang Yefeng's speed of getting up is quite fast.

After opening the door and seeing that it was me. Zhang Yefeng's face changed slightly. "What's wrong. You're not off work yet. His tone was soft. In winter, it gets dark early in the afternoon. At this moment, it was completely dark outside. But there was still no light on in the house. There was only the light inside Zhang Yefeng's hut. The space was still dark. Zhang Yefeng's face was facing away from the light. The light from inside the room was shining directly into my eyes. His face was still so angular in the dark.

"It's this doll." I held the sleepwalking doll in front of him. "I can't accept this thing being too valuable." I explained. It's strange how the heart can beat straight with "poof, poof".

"Oh. That's what you say. Zhang Yefeng pointed to the doll and said. I didn't say I'll give it to you. It's just that I bought it. Put it on your table. I just didn't explain it to you. You have the right to watch. But there is no ownership. I'm afraid you're going to make a mess of some reference magazines. In that case. I'm miserable. He looked at me again. He coughed and continued. "Also...... Is there anything else. ”

Why did the sharp-toothed Zhang Yefeng suddenly stutter. This is the first time I've seen him slurry. But now that he has explained to me the problem of this doll. I don't really have anything else to do. I hurriedly said goodbye to him. "That Mr. Zhang. I don't really have anything else to do. Thank you anyway. While smiling and thanking him. I put the "sleepwalking doll" on the table again. Well, "viewing rights". It's the first time I've heard such a peculiar explanation.

"Then I'll go first." I said as I walked to the top of the stairs.

"Okay." Zhang Yefeng nodded in agreement. He followed me to the top of the stairs. "I'll go down and make something to eat...... too"

"Ah......h He hadn't finished his sentence yet. My feet slipped somehow. Didn't stand firm. The foot statue slid forward at the same time. He leaned back. At the foot of the staircase is the staircase. I thought to myself, it's over, it's over. It's definitely going to roll down from the top of the building. It's still a trivial matter to fall and get a bruise and a purple on one's body. The key is that the front teeth are estimated to be unable to be saved. Oh my. Oh my. My boss is still here. It's really a shame.

"Be careful." Zhang Yefeng's figure was agile. It's like a Ferrari running on the track. He ran to my side like he had oil on the soles of his feet. When I was about to slip off. His hands held my waist firmly and lifted up. Then a dashing and casual turn in a circle. I was taken out of danger by him.

"Whew. It's dangerous. It's dangerous......." he said, a little frightened. I hurriedly jumped out of his arms. Just that contact. Oh, my God. It seems to be an act of deviance. I bowed my head deeply. "That Mr. Zhang. I'll go first......" at the moment. I didn't even have the face to thank him.

"Huh." Zhang Yefeng smiled helplessly. "Ai Xiaoya. What's in your head? Half of it is flour. Half is water. When you shake it, it becomes a paste? I see that this doll is still there, and I really bought it right. You're the same as it. Sleepwalking all the time. The next staircase almost 'rolled' down. Hahahaha......."

I looked at his big white teeth. This smile annoys me. I just want to pick up that sleepwalking doll from the table at the moment. Then stuff it into his mouth. He couldn't laugh. I can't swallow it. But fortunately, this time it was reason that prevailed over impulse. I just turned around and walked briskly downstairs. Walk more quickly. I didn't see what Zhang Yefeng's expression was later. But maybe it's psychological. I'm out of the creative space. Zhang Yefeng's laughter inside. I can still hear it.