The room was dark, and the mosquitoes were flying in the dormitory, getting closer and closer, as if in his ears, and he hurriedly waved his hands to catch up. I couldn't hear the sound anymore, only Zhao Liang was still snoring. Suddenly, the face clamp was like a thorn, the mosquito ate people, he hurriedly slapped it, and did not touch the body of the mosquito in the face, his face was feverish and painful, he was very annoyed, turned on the light and looked around the wall to look for mosquito footprints, there were photos of mosquitoes remaining on the white wall, he was very patient to find a full mosquito to revenge, there was a full mosquito crawling in the shadow of the wall lamp, he pretended not to see the mosquito, took a step back to find the fly swatter, grabbed it in front of his hand and hit it hard, the blood stained the white wall, he smiled proudly.

I thought that I could sleep peacefully now, but I couldn't sleep after turning around, and when I remembered that I fell in love, scenes came to mind. Thinking of the third sister again, I don't know if Zhang Ming has acted.

The third sister sat on the sofa and turned her face, Zhang Ming rubbed her hands nervously, half-bowed her head and didn't dare to face the third sister. The third sister stood up, walked to the side of the bed, shook the eldest sister, and didn't wake up. Zhang Ming wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say, he felt that his mouth was too stupid. The third sister turned her face, glanced at Zhang Ming, and said, "You just mentioned a few oranges?" Zhang Ming muttered, "I've eaten a little." The third sister smiled and said, "It's your fault." It's so late, you go back, or sit. Zhang Ming stood up and hurriedly said, "Then I won't disturb your sleep." The third sister sent him out and said, "Next time you come, bring the doll with you." He remembered Zhao Yun, did he also introduce him to someone? He said happily, "Well, you go to sleep."

Zhang Ming walked slowly on the street alone, happily singing bird songs, the autumn night was cold, his blood was boiling, he ran up, and walked through the streets. When I came to the repair shop, the dormitory lights were still on, and I didn't see Zhao Yun when I entered the door, and I didn't have a place to say if I wanted to share the joy. Everyone slept in bed, and he slept. When I recalled what I had just encountered, it was vague and unclear, but the sentence I left was still very clear. His mind turned, how could he let Zhao Yun be brought with him, did she have feelings for him? He scratched his head, thinking about it.