I'm a little sleepy right now, and the music is playing next to me. There are jingling bells, and there is a deep trumpet sound.

Quietly, my heart is not chaotic, a little low. I don't dare to delve into what this low is all about, so I'll briefly describe it.

It's missing, but it's not, I sometimes think that people like the sun, and I pretend to be like this. I'm not.

I've been talking a lot lately, running around and talking about things, all of which are meaningless, I'm just talking vigorously. I hope I'm going to talk about one thing at a time, with the people around me leaning over the table and leaning forward with their heads forward, and the depth of the speech is closer to the heart than the breadth of the speech.

But I can't do it, I really feel sad for this, at the dinner, I listen to how the people who speak are actually very arbitrary, and there is no need to study it, and it is self-defeating. But I'm such a person, I don't know how to talk, and I think talking is a very tiring thing. Especially when I have nothing to say, and I insist on finding something to say, I talk endlessly, take out my experience, and set them one by one. I'm not a taciturn person, I complain a lot, and I like to tell it as a joke, and over time, it doesn't seem to matter to me.

But many times I tell a joke, when I go through this incident, I suffer for a long time, and I am very free and easy with a few dirty words, which seems to be very free, in fact, I will be entangled in one thing for a while.

I was complaining, and halfway through the post, I saw my senior sister coming over from the glass in front of me

"To whom do you write a letter?"

"No, it's not a letter. It's writing fiction — ah, it's not fiction, it's prose. "I tugged at the floating bar on the top of the browser.

"Oh—did you write me here?"

"Ah, yes, recently written," I said, opening it and flipping through the table of contents.

"Uh-seems to be this-"

"Shhh

"This?"

I looked for it chapter by chapter, "I didn't write much, so I mentioned it." ”

"Oops, I can't find what you wrote recently."

She complained.

"Oh, this."

I clicked on the acrylonitrile one

"Actually, I wrote very little, so I mentioned it."

Her head was down, her neck was tilted forward, and strands of hair were floating on the table.

"Shhh

"Ahh I ducked back.

"You're — call me ——?! that" She shrugged her shoulders and smiled and frowned

"I'm just saying one thing"

"Objective facts, I'll give them a lecture on water," she snapped

"My subjective distortion..."

"I won't give lectures in the laboratory in the future, I'll go back to the dormitory to lecture!" Senior sister stood up and was furious.

"You can write down another senior sister of yours and say that when I give a lecture, she comes to listen every time..."

Another senior sister, they are all called, Yanzi. The senior sister of the previous session had a friend, and their names were all called leaves. I thought to myself, do girls like to call them by such names?

Senior Sister Yanzi called for Little Senior Sister to leave.

"Senior brother! The next time you write me, you will write, your little sister is a, well-gentle and beautiful-um, I have been doing experiments - um, such a person. ”

The senior sister described herself with her pitiful vocabulary.

"Well, senior sister, you will appear in today's human conversation."

"Hahahaha"

Sister Yanzi laughed in the back.

The atmosphere in the lab was much more relaxed than before, I stayed in the lab and didn't want to go back, I was a bit lazy. I'm a fickle person, and I'm very changeable at heart. However, the external performance skills are very pompous, and I think of her again.

She said:

"You can have a little personality on the outside, but the main thing is in the heart, and you can't be crazy in your heart."

Am I crazy in my heart? Look, when I write, I am still a member of the authorities, may I ask you, bystanders, am I crazy in my heart?

I think yes, I'm too unstable a person, and I also understand that I can't take care of others like this, and I'm irresponsible to myself in the first place, and I want more from others than I am responsible. I was still naïve and pitiful in my heart, I was busy with the things at hand first, read more books, there is a book, "The Road Less Traveled", read a part, and it was very inspiring. According to the inside, I still can't bear the burden of love, or lack the courage to love, I think, I'm still quite impetuous alone. I want to be a self-stable person who can infect others.