Chapter Eighty-Eight: Countdown to 12 Days
5.28 Sat
If the expectations of parents at school were just fantasies, I feel them very much now.
When I woke up in the morning, I didn't know that my mother was weeding in the field, so I just went to the building place to take a look, and then I went to the field in front of the door. Weeding with my mother, it is inevitable to talk about the college entrance examination. I was really not nervous, because I was nervous and I didn't feel it, I finally turned white, it turned out that my family's expectations of me were so great, and I could only treat it in silence, and I could only regret and redeem it in the future.
When I was writing at noon, I suddenly felt so sad as I wrote, so I walked south along the path in front of the door alone. The tears finally couldn't be controlled, and welled up, covering his face with his hands, closing his eyes tightly, and then stopping and wiping away the tears that had spent.
The sun was so hot that I walked under it and I didn't feel the warmth at all. Some tears cannot be shed in front of others, and some tears are shed for oneself. As I walked, I told myself not to cry, I didn't even know what I was crying about.
Resting under a few rows of trees on the east and west roads of the farmland, when the wind blew, it gradually took away tears. In the shade of a tree, one sits alone, one sings solo.
Maybe the grief has passed, and the tears can't flow anymore. After that, pat the face and turn around. king
The rest of May shines brightly on the wheat fields.
Washing my face is cool, and my heart is much more comfortable. The scene just now is quietly over, and then I have to do something after all. The original meaning of coming back is to adjust your mood and brush up on the basics as much as possible. I don't try to change anything, I just want to minimize the time I regret it, I just want to seek comfort in my heart, and I don't want to go through too much mental exhaustion.
At twelve o'clock, my mother asked me to go to the street for a feast, but I didn't go. After I go, I will inevitably be asked about the college entrance examination, and I will definitely lie, which will only disturb my mood, and I will definitely not eat well. I'm not going to eat a meal that makes me feel bad. When you are alone at home, life will always be more casual.
In the afternoon, when I took a break from writing, I walked along the river, and the river in front of the door had dried up, so I simply went to the bottom of the river to take a look. Suddenly I found a small hole, and there was a lobster in the hole, and I went back and got the tools and dug it out. I'm curious, why are there lobsters in this non-flowing river? Afterwards. I found that there are many holes in the river or beside the river, open them to see, start to touch, two or three can be found in a hole, and there is no resistance, special period. He worked until it got dark, and he harvested thirty-nine lobsters. I didn't know what to do because I couldn't cook it, so I decided to sell it.
I don't know if the cloudy night sky will still be as bright as tonight, or what a cloudy day will be or what I will look like.