People continue to enter the yard to apply, which proves that the advertising words written by Meng Hai are attractive, the advertisement posted by the island owner is the place, with the cooperation of the two of them, there are now so many people visiting, Ye Duhong stood in the yard full of joy to greet all kinds of people who came to apply, Ye Duhong sat on the rattan chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, the tea was fragrant, warm and charming.

Ye Duhong reached out and touched the pocket of his clothes, and touched the small transparent plastic book, which Ye Duhong bought in a bookstore in Wugu County, the bookstore was on the fifth floor, in addition to selling all kinds of books and selling high-quality stationery, Ye Duhong went up to the fifth floor at that time, first turned around and glanced at the books displayed there, and then came to the area where stationery was sold, and chose a place without a hard iron ring, There is no strange decoration of the small book,There is a very good landscape painting on the cover of the small book.,The landscape painting is very elegant and plain.,Because there is a transparent cover outside.,The painting looks like it has a different effect.。 At this time, the small book that Duhong touched at night was the beloved little book he bought in Wugu County.

Ye Duhong bought a book with a very clear purpose, that is, to use the book to record things, he is lying in bed, walking on the road, what good thoughts in his heart, thoughts, etc., can be recorded in the book he carries with him at any time, if you go to where to eat any delicious food, Ye Duhong will also carefully write down its name and even size, smell, color, and see a good-looking woman on the street, and will also meet the woman's time, place, length of her hair, height of size, fat and thin, The size of the buttocks, the general situation of the temperament, etc., are written down one by one, this is almost the living note of Ye Duhong, but Ye Duhong doesn't think so, he thinks that this is a trace of life, is a little trace left by life in a small book, some people live a day is a day, a day is a day away, but Ye Duhong does not treat his time like this, in a limited time, he tries to contact meaningful things, and then record some points into his beloved little book, Ye Duhong calls this happiness.

Ye Duhong wiped his small notebook, and when he saw some strange applicants, he would also record their interests, for example, Ye Duhong wrote these lines on one page of the book: There are three people in the back garden, one can lift a large vat, one can carry a big monument, and one can shoot arrows.

is such a short sentence, which makes Ye Duhong feel very necessary, interesting and warm. Ye Duhong is a person who loves life and likes to record life. At this time, he took out his beloved little notebook and looked at the contents on it slightly. Meng Hai saw Ye Duhong's small book, so he asked about the origin and use of this book, and Ye Duhong explained this matter to Meng Hai in the most concise language.

Meng Hai said with a smile: "Seeing this book, reminds me of my childhood, I also have a book of my own, that book was originally not used by my cousin, and it was given to me by my aunt's hand, it was a very thick book with a pink cover." I couldn't think of what to do with that notebook, so I put it in my drawer, and for a while, I forgot about it. One day I was sitting in the classroom, listening to the teacher's lecture, the teacher told a fable, the fable was so attractive, so funny, so cute, after the teacher finished, let us look at the textbook, I looked at it one by one, it turned out that the teacher told such a wonderful story The content is all in the textbook, the story in the textbook is in the form of words, and in the form of the teacher's table is in spoken language, I suddenly knew that words contain wonderful stories. Towards the end of the lesson, the teacher assigned the students the task of writing a diary when they went back, that is, to express what they wanted to say. When I got home, I always wanted to try to do one thing, and that was to keep a diary. What a great thing it would be if I could keep a diary. Finally, one day, I suddenly remembered my thick notebook, I rummaged through the cabinet to find it, it was still the same as it was, but I didn't pay attention to it, it lost a lot, I had an urge to cry. I took my notebook and pen, and went to the window sill outside, I lay on the window sill, opened the notebook, I held the pen in my hand, facing the clean and lovely horizontal grid, I walked into my memory. My memory includes the places I've been, the things I've eaten, and the more complicated thing is that I remember the guns I played, and I must say, I was a person who loved guns a long time ago, and I wanted to buy guns as soon as I had money, and I bought all kinds of guns, and I wrote down all the guns I bought in my diary, and I counted all the guns I played, and all the scenes in my memory appeared crazy on the paper. It was almost dusk, my mom came home, and I finished what I was supposed to write. I finished my diary and became a great person. ”

Ye Duhong tasted the fragrant tea and said: "Yes, everyone must have his little book, everyone's body must move forward, and the soul must move forward. Ye Duhong asked again: "What kind of feeling do you have when you write a diary, let me talk about me first, when I record the bits and pieces of life, there is a warm feeling in my heart." ”

Meng Hai replied to Ye Duhong: "I have a hearty happiness, and I have a hearty happiness when I write a diary." ”

"You feel the rush of thoughts, the confusion of feelings, and the madness of your pen. Ye Duhong added.

"Yes. I remember that writing very well. Meng Hai said and took the small book of Duhong overnight, "This book is quite beautiful, well, you are quite good at choosing." ”

Ye Duhong stroked his little book, which will always accompany Ye Duhong. Ye Duhong spends the day sitting in a chair interviewing candidates, he meets many people, some have a good guò, there are no guò, Ye Duhong selects people according to his criteria.

Gradually to dusk, the warm light of the sunset remained in the world, Ye Duhong knew that it would soon be dark, but he still enjoyed the beauty of the sunset calmly. Ye Duhong sat for a while, hungry. He wanted to eat noodles today, to eat delicious egg noodles, and he wanted to write down his name in a small notebook when he had eaten egg noodles.

Meng Hai didn't want to go out to eat, and now that the army was in chaos, it was annoying to go to the street, so it was better to make something to eat at home. Meng Customs came to the door, turned around and walked into the house, the house was dark, the same as the outside, the night Duhong entered the room, turned on the light, the room was bright, this light made the house and the outside of the house into two worlds.