endless roses

Chapter 59
The fan has arrived.

A small folding fan with 12 handles, made of bamboo.One layer of fan surface, made of chemical fiber.There is no opening, no pendants are allowed.

A black and white cat curled up on it, with a white body and black face, with an extraordinarily peaceful expression.It's like sleeping next to me on this summer afternoon. If it is not an ink painting but a real cat, I will let it lie on my lap.Listening to the cat breathing evenly, occasionally the cat will suddenly apply a little force in a dream, pinch its own paws, stretch out the nails and retract them.The nose is always moist, healthy, and fluffy. It seems that such an ordinary scene only exists in a misty dream.

I'm looking for a mouse.

Not here, not there, I feel restless, very good.I searched crazily, got on the bed, grabbed the clothes and threw them over there, black nylon sun protection clothing, blue knee blanket, lamb knee blanket that can be folded into a cushion, and chemical fiber cotton summer quilt, pink Striped colors, why is there a white knitted sweater for cold weather, it is bunched up and out of order.I threw them over there, rummaged here, no, no, and brought them back again.

The big quilt made of navy blue crystal cotton was brought over and stuck in the corner, and the soft mat was pressed against the wall on the side to prevent things from falling. I also groped for a while, no, no.Go to the head of the bed, remove the pillow, and face to my left are three notebooks, a comfortable Taiwan PU leather cover, a planner with a rubber cover, and a travel diary. There is neither a plan nor a diary on it.There are a few books stacked against the wall on the right side, and a pu cardboard box is placed directly above the books.From top to bottom: A Dream of Red Mansions, 180 Annotations of Song Poems wrapped in kraft paper, the inner pages of a notebook for refills when you meet the landscape, the game of finite and infinite, "The Shining" played [-]° upside down, "Modern Times" by Tan Boniu The Brightness and Deepness of History", and a sachet belt is sandwiched between the last two books.There is a little space between the pile of books and the wall directly opposite. There is a bottle of toffee-flavored body lotion, a yellow bottle of anti-itch toilet water, a bottle of econazole nitrate spray, and an almost empty can of oil-free butter lotion.During the period, a stack of wood-colored rolled paper and several hair ties of different colors were scattered.It's not here anymore either.

Right above the pillow is a canvas storage bag, blue and beige, two blue pockets below, one pocket above, and three hanging buckles on the right.Not in those pockets either, where I just keep sticky notes and ointments, a few hair ties and pens.

On the side wall, hangers are hooked to the top of the bed, and some clothes are hung.Then came the denim jacket with pearl buttons, another denim jacket, a white sun protection shirt hanging casually on the same hanger, then a black knitted vest, a black wool suit for autumn, and a green and white tie. , and then two white short-sleeved shirts.In the second search, there is no gap on the side.

On the opposite wall hung an English style black and white checked skirt with a windbreaker and two hangers.This side is empty, with floral satin curtains as the background, and a decorative painting of "Sheepfold in the Moonlight".There is no gap under this side.

I got out of bed and looked through the small black bag and the big red bag in the cabinet. I always put my computer in it, maybe it was in a side pocket.There are purple rabbits and red sachets hanging on the small black bag, with a jade bead on it and two spike-shaped small jade beads hanging on it, with "Zhou" written on the front and "Peace and Joy" on the north, and the sachet on the red bag is very light in spring Grass color, on the top is the word "Qing", on the back "the clouds are light, the wind is light, the years are quiet and good".The small bag is placed on the bamboo bookshelf next to the bed on the left, and there is no mouse on the shelf; the big school bag is placed in the cabinet above the head, and there is no mouse in the cabinet.

The cabinet on the top holds my clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter, as well as a few books, which I won't have.I didn't stand firm, the stool tilted over, and I didn't fall down when I landed straight, but my legs hurt a little, and my friend was scared by me.

Such anxious, happy to find.The fan is very light, and I use it to fan this rare irritability.Tell your friends again, "Fan fan for you, I happen to have fire, and I will make some contributions to you."She was enjoying the cool breeze brought by my restlessness, and suddenly raised her hand and a small impact occurred.

"Is your fan okay?" "It's okay, live well, is your hand okay?" "It's okay, it hurts!"

Back on the bed again, slowed down, lifted the pillow, and groped the joint between the stainless steel guardrail and the mosquito net one by one, so slowly.So, unfortunately, I found it, and its bright blue light flashed, announcing victory, and everything became boring.

May 5, afternoon
(End of this chapter)