At half past ten o'clock in the evening, I have been tossing and turning for half an hour since I turned off the computer, and today is the same as yesterday, it is still very hot, and the small fan hanging on the top of the mosquito net has not stopped for a moment.

The little fan about half a meter square above my head did little compared to the weather these days, but I was willing to lie down like this, letting the little wind take away the sweat that had never dried up on my chest.

I lay on the mat on all fours, I didn't dare to move until I had to, the so-called mat has been completely integrated with my back, and I can feel the feeling of my back being pulled by the mat when I move casually. And it feels like it's just a ***, and you can bring out a lot of different things through it.

Of course, there is a more important reason, not only is the wind blown by the small fan small, but the area of the blowing is also very limited, no matter which position I take, there are at least three out of four places that cannot enjoy this treatment.

This is a problem because whether it is one of the four winds blowing or the rest, it is my body, and no matter where they are, it is myself who is affected in the end.

As for why you don't turn on the air conditioner on a hot day, it's a long, long topic that I don't want to tell.

Originally, not being able to sleep was not a big deal, because in this era of developed everything, you always have a lot of things to do at any time, such as watching TV, watching movies, playing games, and even listening to songs.

In short, there are many, many things that can help you spend time when you have nothing to do, which is not contradictory, and it is very reasonable.

Even so, it doesn't rule out that you can't fall asleep even though you're sleepy, and now I'm like this: my whole head is dazed, groggy, and I haven't had any experience watching TV and listening to lectures, but I can't sleep.

This is a very painful thing, when you just want to close your eyes, you can always send an inexplicable signal from a place in your body that you don't know the specific location, so you can't help but open your eyes.

The moment you open your eyes, your head still hurts a little, but the sleepiness that you finally developed will run away as soon as you slip away, and you won't have any chance to keep him at all.

Although the drowsiness is gone, your brain is not very clear, and you always subconsciously feel that you can still sleep, so you have to close your eyes, and the moment your eyes are closed, it is considered to be completely awake.

You can clearly hear the sound of the fan turning, and you can really feel the three-quarters of the ** that is not fanned, and if you pay attention to any bit of sleepiness, all your energy will be transferred to this in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a clear and real contradiction rushed into my mind: **Don't turn over, at that moment, I suddenly feel that there is a more difficult problem to solve in human life, the answer is no.

At the moment when the answer was just revealed, the whole body moved involuntarily, and this time the mat still pulled his back, but he didn't notice that his whole mind was occupied by a voice: the movement just now was a decision made by the body itself.

At such a critical moment, two such profound problems arose in quick succession, and the whole person was completely awake, so that I could no longer sleep, and I once suspected that I was a nocturnal creature, and that my mind was rarely so relaxed as it is now.

I couldn't fall asleep so I sat up, and when I just sat up straight, I could clearly feel the power of the small fan, at least my hair of less than half a centimeter could still be clearly felt.

The bedside lamp is still some distance away from me, and I don't bother to pay attention to him, but I think there is one thing to say here, I have always been timid, and very timid.

Let's put it this way, if I were alone in the hall at night watching TV, then I would definitely not be looking backwards, which is naturally not controlled by my own will, because I always felt that there was someone standing behind me.

It is precisely because of this that once or twice a month there will always be inexplicable panic when I go to bed at night, and I will always be scared awake as soon as I close my eyes, and so on.

I always turn it on at this time, and although it doesn't exactly work, it's much better, at least the moment I wake up, I can see that there is no one around me.

I have fantasized more than once that if one day I open my eyes and find that there is really a person standing next to me, then which way I will pass out, this is the best outcome, it is better to faint than to die.

It's just my previous situation, it's much better now, as for the reason that I was treated with poison, the core of the matter is this, for some reason I had to sleep in ** for one night.

Although the ** I am talking about is only a few hundred meters from my home, and there is a light that shines all night not far from my sleep, this is an unprecedented thing for me, and I don't even know how I agreed to it in the first place.

Of course, there are more important things, the next day is Qingming, and there are several new graves around my house, which is true, but there is still one thing to be thankful for, my dog was with me the whole time, even though it was only a puppy less than 30 centimeters tall, and he gave me great hope at that time.

Anyway, it was soon half past ten, and almost everyone was asleep, for you could rarely see the lights around, except for the one that had to stay all night.

That day I was lying in the bucket of a tricycle and looking at the sky, and the sky was really beautiful at night, and the disadvantage was that there were not many stars that day, but just looking at the shape of the clouds was enough to make people feel good. I fell asleep at about eleven o'clock that day, and the dew was still very strong, so I put an umbrella on my head, and the umbrella was the old tarpaulin umbrella, which was very yellow and just covered most of my body.

These are not the point, the point is that I was worried, or the first time I slept in **, and it is not close to home, there are several new graves around, and the most important point is that after twelve o'clock is Qingming.

How can these alone be enough to make a ** story, and for me, this party, this story must be ** kind, of course, I really look down on domestic ** films.

Finally twelve o'clock came, and I woke up just after twelve o'clock as I wished, not the kind of natural awakening, nor the nightmare to wake up, but the kind of ghost press bed awakening, but lighter.

Because at that moment, it was obviously my prior consciousness, and I really felt that I opened my eyes, but my vision was very blurry, and I saw that there were countless stars on the yellow umbrella above my head.

Because we have a saying here, if you come across something unclean in the ground, then you will suddenly faint inexplicably, and I was in that situation, and I remember that statement clearly in my head.

At that moment, my whole body was hairy, and after subconsciously scolding "I swear", I was completely awake, I thought that I should not have scolded loudly, and my dog was sleeping there after I woke up, and it showed no signs of waking up.

Since then, my guts have instantly reached a great level, and now I feel that I can visit the cemetery at night, but of course I just think, I haven't tried, and I don't want to try. So I can't sleep today, it's not about being scared at all.

From ** to the phone turned on at ten thirty-five, this point is a bit embarrassing, many TV series have not changed, and it is estimated that playing games will not be able to make up people, so I started reading novels, novels written by myself.

Of course, it's a little hard to say it's a novel, and it can only be called a code word. I don't know when I felt that the true meaning of storytelling is nothing more than to express people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows through life and death, which is the most fundamental thing.

I thought I could tell a good story, because this stuff had been in my head for days, and I wasn't unprepared, and it turned out that I was optimistic.

Whether a story is good or not depends on whether anyone reads it, at least in the eyes of most people, just like we respect the Buddha, not because he is really great, but because we think he is great.

Of course, this is just my understanding of the Buddha as an ordinary person, and this is the height I can reach, as for whether the Buddha is really great, it is not something that I, a layman, can evaluate.

Despite this, there are still many differences in the novel, at least many people can clearly show it when they read the website, and it is precisely because of this that my heart is always hit by those few numbers, and it is fragmented.

Anyway, I have written more than 100,000 words, but ** has not exceeded 1,000, which is embarrassing. Open the browser and type in the four words Shi Ling Yizhi,**After that, my novel is not even in the first article, which is definitely a bit hurtful.

I'm writing a fairy tale.,But it's definitely not going to fight monsters and upgrades.,I personally think that kind of routine is too vulgar.,It's a ** idea.,And it's a little contrary to my original wish.。

I'm not that great, I write novels just to make money, I just think of it as a job, at least that's what I think at the moment.

But I forgot that I was just a novice, and I didn't just write a few words to exchange money, and I didn't realize this problem until a long time ago, and although I was very reluctant, I had to accept it.

And I also want to say that until now I don't think there is anything good about those great gods, I have thought more than once, maybe this is the reason why online articles can't be elegant.

But these ideas are always just the thoughts of me, a person who is nothing, and they have no effect, and it is suspected of hypocrisy to think about this issue itself.

Because as I said earlier, my purpose is to make money, as long as you don't break the law, even if you break the law, no one thinks your money is dirty until you are discovered, not to mention that many times it is only a moral issue involved.

Morality is worth a lot of money in many things, and almost all of these are when you are not involved, just like I have a billion ** to donate to the country, but I can't donate a car, thinking that I really have a car.

This kind of situation is the most common in the entertainment industry and officialdom, of course, I have really seen things in the entertainment industry, naturally it is not good to speak, and I have never been to the zoo Big Tiger naturally has not seen it, fortunately, my home is in the countryside, and flies are prevalent in the countryside, hey, why should I say that it is good.

These are all in vitro words, although I have ** a lot of words in "Shi Ling Yizhi", but I haven't read it myself, as for the reason, it is the text I edited myself, and I know it very clearly.

Besides, I can't bear to look at it, looking at the few ** rates, not to mention that someone commented, no one scolded even if they were scolded, alas, and I also applied to sign a contract two or three times each time, and I didn't have full attendance, alas.

Finally I clicked on those links, I wrote this story a bit old-fashioned, and if there were comments, they advised me not to write this kind of thing, saying that writing like this is famous, and Xiaobai rarely has a chance to come out at all.

I know what he means, of course, there is a reason why I am like this, many things have to be done in concealment now, and the same is true for writing stories.