Woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, Lin Muhan grabbed his mobile phone in a daze and looked at the time. Oh my God, I slept until twelve o'clock. She rubbed her eyes, quickly got up and folded the quilt, and then went to the toilet to wash.

As a junior in high school, Lin Muhan hasn't slept so soundly for a long time. Every night when I come back from night repair, I have to write until almost 12 o'clock if I don't finish my homework, and even if I finish my homework, I have to step up to review the knowledge points, and I go to school in the morning and am woken up by the alarm clock at 6:15.

"It's rare to get a good night's sleep during the holidays. Sizzle......" Lin Muhan washed his face with cold water and shivered.

There was no one at home today, and in the morning my parents accompanied my grandparents to my uncle's house, wrote a small note and pasted it on the refrigerator, and left some food on the table.

Lin Muhan ate breakfast as lunch, ate a few small breads, and drank a glass of milk with a clatter, even if he had eaten lunch. She didn't bother to get lunch.

It's kind of filling the stomach. Sitting on the sofa, Lin Muhan picked up his mobile phone and looked at WeChat, but it was very quiet, and there was not a single message. I found out that I was not connected to the network, and after logging on to the WiFi at home, a bunch of chat messages instantly popped up on WeChat.

There were all kinds of chats in the class group, and there were even people who took advantage of the National Day to give out red envelopes, and there was a rain of red envelopes, and Lin Muhan felt that he had missed 100 million. I saw Yang Zihao send a message again, and asked her what she was doing, but she sent it at seven o'clock in the morning.

"Everyone got up so early."

"I just woke up, why didn't you go and talk to your girlfriend, why did you come to me?" Lin Muhan replied to him.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zihao quickly replied to her.

"She went out and ignored me. You can really sleep, look at other people's peaks, and go to the library early to study. ”

"Oh?" Lin Muhan clicked on the circle of friends and swiped Zheng Kaifeng's dynamics.

Really good, I went to line up at eight o'clock to grab a place, and attached a picture of queuing at the entrance of the library. The library is one of the most sought-after places during the holidays.

However, this long queue really scared Lin Muhan, besides, it was just after eight o'clock in the morning, and the library opened at nine o'clock, these people were too hard.

Lin Muhan looked at his circle of friends, she also wanted to go to the library, but now there is no place to go.

"Why don't you get over sooner?" Lin Muhan thought.

"Looking at the situation, I have to go to the queue early in the morning. I don't know if Kaifeng will go tomorrow? Lin Muhan still made up her mind to get up early tomorrow and go to the library to grab a place, so that there should be a clean place to write her homework, otherwise she would not be able to write at home.

Maybe you'll meet a lot of classmates.

"Then I'll rest today." Lin Muhan took a bag of potato chips from the cupboard to eat, and the bread and milk he had just eaten could only be regarded as half-full. Then I turned on the TV, leaned on the sofa, and switched between channels.

However, there are no programs on TV that Lin Muhan wants to watch, and there are no good-looking movies, so she casually cut to the program "If You Are Honest, Do Not Disturb", and then lay on the sofa and swiped her mobile phone, looking up from time to time to see if there are any male guests who can hold hands successfully.

In the afternoon, the weather was very good, and Lin Muhan went to the largest book shopping center in the city alone. She loves to visit bookstores and see if there are any good books. Although the bookstore was far from her home, she didn't care at all.

Lin Muhan walked to the bookshelf of foreign novels, squatted down to browse, and saw if there were any new novels. I walked to the bookshelf of Chinese literary novels again, and slowly paced in search of my favorite books.

Anime fan boys like to collect all kinds of anime figures, while military fan boys like to collect all kinds of military models, just like Lin Muhan's second cousin, the bookcase at home is specially used to make space for guns, aircraft, tanks, warships and other models.

As for girls, it should be said that many girls like celebrity fresh meat. Just like the girls in the class, they regard the popular stars Xiao Zhan, Wang Yibo, etc. as idols, hang various star pendants on their schoolbags, and like to collect photos of various stars.

But Lin Muhan doesn't like anything else, so he likes to collect all kinds of novels.

Once a classmate came to her house to play, and saw that the bookshelves in her room were full of all kinds of fiction books, many of which had not yet been opened.

Her classmates were very envious, and they wondered why she didn't open them and read them when she bought so many books. Lin Muhan said that after these books are saved, read them slowly, and they will not expire, what are you afraid of.

Buying books to enrich the bookshelf is a kind of enjoyment for Lin Muhan. She likes to watch the bookshelves fill up, which is very fulfilling. And these books are carefully selected, and they are all the genres she loves to read.

"Oh?" Lin Muhan found a new book in the writer's counter she liked. "It's been a long time since I've been to the bookstore, and it seems like it's been a long time since I've been published. Buy it back, haha. ”

Lin Muhan held the book, walked around the long bookcases again, and came to the cash register, with Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood" in his hand.

"Seventy-three in total. Scan code or cash? The cashier's lady asked her with a smile.

"Scan the code, thank you." Lin Muhan said politely to the young lady, took out her mobile phone and scanned the code to pay. When buying something, Lin Muhan will care about the price and think twice before buying. But when it comes to buying books, she is very decisive and rarely hesitates.

"A good book is worth whatever it costs."

Lin Muhan finished paying and put the book in his schoolbag. She usually likes to carry a schoolbag when she goes out, and no matter where she goes, she must carry the schoolbag.

On the way home, Lin Muhan was greedy and ran to buy a cup of milk tea to drink. Because I went out late in the afternoon, it was almost six o'clock when I got home, and everyone in the family had returned, and my mother was cooking dinner in the kitchen.

She threw the finished bubble tea cup into the trash can in the kitchen, walked back to her room, gently took out the two books from her school bag, put them on the bookshelf and straightened them, and adjusted the position of the books, which must be neatly placed. Then take a few steps back and admire the full bookshelves.

She was satisfied.

After dinner, Lin Muhan returned to the room and took out the new book she bought yesterday from her schoolbag, as well as the small old diary.

Turning the first page of the diary, I started writing in September 2017. Lin Muhan doesn't write a diary every day, but records some of his feelings, some things that touch his heart, and some very peculiar things, poems.

These poems were not written by ancient poets, but by Lin Muhan himself.

This is a special skill for students in liberal arts classes.

In order to enliven the reading of Chinese poems, the head teacher of the second year of high school asked the students to write their own poems to share. Lin Muhan also became obsessed with writing poetry. Many classmates read her poems and asked her where she copied them.

"Please, I wrote it myself." She did write it herself. Sometimes I write a poem as soon as I feel like it, sometimes it takes ten minutes, sometimes I have to correct it many times, and I have to change it for a few days in my spare time.

Some time ago, she saw the annotation of a poem: Later generations mostly borrowed the poem "The city is full of wind and rain near Chongyang" to start the poem. So she also borrowed this sentence to write a poem:

The city is full of wind and rain near Chongyang,

Looking at the autumn geese into the vastness.

The mountains and rivers are lonely and the wind wants to go north,

Bitter feelings and sorrows to the south.

Flying flowers and leaves mess up the sky,

In this way, the stars add to the memory.

Do I know my heart to you?

Dream back to the end of the world with tears.

Her classmates said she was a prodigy. She said she was best at writing bitter love poems.

She had so many emotions in her heart.

Lin Muhan turned to the previous diary again.

"In September, school had just started, and I, I had just met him......" She looked at what she had recorded before, and her mind was full of memories.

……

Lin Muhan spent a whole night neatly moving the old diary into the new book. With all that done, she locked the old little diary into her storage box and pushed it deeper into the desk drawer.

Sitting in a chair, she pouted, tapped lightly on the desk with her pen, and looked out the window in a daze. After a while, she picked up her pen and wrote this in her new diary.

"Just sitting here alone, not doing anything, but waiting for something. The wind has gradually stopped, there are fewer cars on the road, and everything is quiet. And what am I waiting for? In the heart, something indescribable, anticipation. One sitting is nearly an hour. Didn't wait for anything. What exactly I want, what I am waiting for, what I am looking forward to, I think I know very well. But in fact, my mind was blank. Sitting stupidly, looking up at the distance from time to time. Later, I look back and realize that I am just wasting my time again, waiting for the impossible to come. ”

The blue pen moved quickly in Lin Muhan's hand, and then the tip of the pen stopped on the last line of paper.

"October 1st. 00:26。 ”