In the morning, at the dinner table, my father talked about what to do with the warehouse.

"When are you going to clean up the inside?" I interjected and asked.

The elder brother licked the milk that was on his lips and sighed. "Alas, I'm almost exhausted, do you still have to do it?"

The old mother glared at him, put another bacon in the bowl for him, and then said: "I guess I have to find someone to clean up there, but I'm not in a hurry, it's not bad for a few days." ”

"Oh." I casually agreed, and then buried my head in the rice again. But I don't know why, I feel a little relieved.

Today, my dad plans to continue his home vacation and do some tidying up. My mother has to go to the hospital for the next annual check-up.

I rolled my eyes, sat down next to my father, and coquettishly grabbed my father's arm. "Why don't I take a leave of absence to help you at home today?"

"Go! Don't be cautious there, do you want to be lazy at home and not go to school? Look at the smart one you have. "Dad gave me a blank look and unceremoniously demolished me.

"Yes, yes, then I'd better go to school and be my father's good baby." I didn't succeed in my treacherous plan, and I feigned disappointment.

Then, I grabbed my lunch box and ran a few steps to catch up with my brother who was going out first.

When I moved, my parents asked me if I wanted to transfer schools so that I could be closer to home. But I refused, and I still couldn't let go of my good friends in my class. Although I have to take the bus to school every day, I like it because it is relatively free.

My brother dropped me off at the station and rode my bike away, and when a 206 bus came in, I got on the bus. Taking advantage of this gap, I plan to sort out what has happened in the past few days in my mind.

But no matter how much I thought about it, it seemed like my mind was blank. The only thing I can remember is the phrase: What do you want to do?

In desperation, I looked at the people around me. Some people read the morning newspaper seriously, some people fiddle with their fingers boringly, and some people obsessively look at the flashing scenery outside the car, but most people are busy getting on and off the bus.

I suddenly felt the urge to shout, to grab the person next to me and say, "There is a strange person lying in my storeroom, my family has just moved, and the house is in a mess." Oh, and today is the first time I've taken the bus to school by myself. ”

But I didn't, and as much as I really wanted to, I didn't want people to think of me like a madman. So I just continued to look at the unfamiliar faces around me, and I swayed around with the bus. If anyone were to pay attention to me at this time, he would think my expression was weird.

When I arrived at the school, I always felt a little strange. We moved, and I found strange guys in the storeroom, but the school remained the same. Is it just my mindset changing?

During the morning exercises, the head teacher, Mr. Cai, still kept asking us to be in place, in a high mood and full of energy. The dean reminded us loudly that we should walk on the left side of the stairs. In the social practice class, the teacher is still willing to tell us those stories with profound meanings. It turns out that nothing has changed, except for ......

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Suddenly, a hoarse question rang in my head.

It seems that there are still some changes!

After lunch, I sat on the edge of the flower bed in the playground, looking in the direction of my new home, and involuntarily remembered it in the storeroom.

"What is that guy doing?"

I guess I must be the devil of that guy, otherwise why would my mind be full of it.

"Murphy, how are you? How do you sit here by yourself? ”

It was Teacher Pang Shan who spoke, and she and my parents have known each other for many years, and it is because of this that my parents are relieved to put me in this school.

"Hello Aunt Pang, I'm fine, just take a break." I replied.

"Oh, why don't you play with your classmates?"

I smiled and shook my head, indicating that I didn't want to.

"Okay, go home and remember to say hello to your parents for me." She said.

Before leaving, she took a feliro from her bag and handed it to me. That's why I always want to see her, and I always get something good to eat by her side.

"Oh, there's only this one, just for you." She whispered in a pretended mystery of mystery.

"Nope." I hurriedly waved my hand, "I don't want it, Aunt Pang." "That said, in fact, I just secretly swallowed my saliva.

"Silly boy." Obviously, my little gesture could not hide Aunt Pang, and after stuffing Feliro into my hand, rubbing my head, she walked towards the teaching building.

When I opened the Feliro wrapper and was about to take a bite, I suddenly thought, "What will it eat?" ”