endless roses

Chapter 73 Orlando's Situation
Xiao Mo lay on the table, woke up dimly and asked, "What time is it?"

Zhongzhong said: "Finally woke up! You don't know, you have been asleep for a week!" Thinking, in a dream, Orlando fell asleep for a while, and woke up in the 21st century.

When blowing hair with a hair dryer, occasionally one or two strands get entangled and can smell burnt, and then it can't blow the air.Don't think it's broken, it will be fine in a few hours, and I can be self-consistent like me.

There are many kinds of bamboo in this world.I remember that when I was in junior high school, many crooked bamboos were planted in the school, and I forgot whether it was called Guaiguai.At that time, a classmate with literary temperament wrote in his composition: "Is it my fault, or is Banqiao wrong?"

My friend and I agreed that he was wrong.

bamboo shadow.In the valley, among the moso bamboos all over the mountain, I used to sit in the shop on a summer evening, looking at the moso bamboos on the hilltops in the distance that were destroyed by the heavy rain, feeling worried.Its owner probably couldn't sleep all night at that time.Always, how difficult people's livelihood is, and my own business was also very bleak at that time.

She was lying on the sofa downstairs in the dormitory, probably waiting for the washing machine to work.The shorts are like underwear, lazy and lazy, and the bright yellow top.

My cup is covered with layers of coffee stains, thick enough to look like a beach drawn by sand, or a naval battle, with the smoke of war on the land, the knights' armor is thick, and the wounds of yesterday are underneath.The secluded ancient road is slightly near the handle.A sigh of honor and disgrace, the dark brown mountains are like clusters, and the shape can be outlined with depth.The stain in the wide-mouthed cup is a mountain of ink. The ancient monster pointed to the bounded sky and smiled into the distance, the precipitated coffee.

It was raining on Sunday night, and the two doors of the open-air garbage room were closed, behind which was the realm of oblivion.I wanted to make up some history for some small things, and suddenly remembered that there was a movie about this matter, so I threw this idea into it.

In the building of the business school of the neighboring school, the boy leaning on the chair in front of the cafe in a daze, has long hair and is slightly fat. Although I am short-sighted, I can still tell that his eyes are a bit hazy.We looked at each other with disdain, his handsomeness was a bit ignorant and wretched, it didn't matter what kind of image I was when I was driving by on a bicycle.

The tall, thin and silly boy looked like an old friend, but he didn't know where he was now.

It was an open university, and the security guards were useless. He patrolled aimlessly and without importance. I just felt that every path leading to the road could sneak in a few drunks.

In the group tutoring class, the female classmate who played the domineering president looked a bit like Grace, but she was a very cheerful urban girl.

A cleaning truck passed by, and it happened that someone's food was fragrant.I smelled crispy fried chicken, most likely it was KFC, so the garbage truck smelled delicious during this accidental interlude.

I was not good, not good at all, went drinking again, and I suspected I was going to hell, as long as it wasn't boring.

On the tree ahead, magnolias bloom and wither at the same time.It blooms, dies, and speaks a paradox.

M is sad.But it is unknown whether the man in the diary is Jason or a stranger that N never mentioned.When looking at each other, whether it is M or he is real and alive. M is burning, because she is rotting, the body is rotting, and it is a metaphor for the barren heart.Fairy Sweet Dream is indeed imprisoned, she has always been a pet woman, here is not a doting woman, but a pet woman.Yuanxiao turned to writing about other things, getting more and more crooked, making up random things.I wanted to write something darker and darker, but it was fragmented. M is a wreck, M is dead, the man is gone, the living can only pay homage to him; it doesn't matter whether the ghost is dead or the body is dead, she loves and misses Jason, and only remembers those ordinary dreams, but the dream fairy is not there , so it is an illusion.As for N and N, they are just passers-by.This story is really bad.

The blue clothes were lying on the electric car, waiting to take the order, a little groggy.Fortunately, the sun is not so big, so they can sleep more peacefully; the red-haired beauty, with a layer of black gauze over the short black dress, is a bit old-fashioned; the girl in the black pearl cake dress, like a Celtic heroine, she should go to a fantasy The kingdom of the dwarves was queen; the three of them walked side by side, ascending in steps.

so boring.I was watching and talking boringly again.They walk away boredly, Xu Wen chases someone boredly, someone boredly waits for one boy after another to fall in love, Jerry is still continuing his flight and hasn't landed yet...

I seem to be stuck in an Orlando situation where I can't stop the nonsense voices inside me that seem unrelated but are all me.

My father was still chatting with my friends yesterday but never found me, and I was still chatting with my friends yesterday but I never found him.Time has flowed so slowly for nearly two years, and it is normal to ignore him even after 20 years.Uncle said, he always misses me.I finally didn't go back, and I only talked to my mother for a few days, "My heart is very confused, I don't know."

Some people are shopping, some people are walking, some people are in love, everything is like every day, happening in such a peaceful, harmonious and sad way, the repeated days, repeated words, a sense of boredom quietly breeds in my heart.This time, in addition to rose lychees, a can of white peach-flavored brandy was added.

Go to the museum this week to see an exhibition of flower and bird paintings in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. In the afternoon, I went to the Coupling Garden. On the weekend, there will be a lecture called "Wumen Yanshui", which is to listen to an old gentleman talk about the bridges and water lanes in Suzhou.

In my dream, jackdaws were singing happily on the branches of camphor.

The man on the cobblestone bench stared at me, and when I turned back, he glanced a second time, so his impoliteness was a bit more than mine.am i annaOn the platform of the train station?Going to sleep on the rails?So what does that look mean?
It's great to feel that my emotions have changed, and the immersive experience has increased by one point.

Today is the anniversary of the first meeting of friends in the house.

Tangtang said, I wish you shine together.

Xiao Mo said that he is as blessed as the old bastard of the East China Sea, and his life is longer than that of Nanshan Big Rock.

Zhongzhong said, today is our birthday, let's celebrate.

A large bouquet of flowers came in the door, the roses prepared by Xiao Mo, which had not yet bloomed, and the arc-shaped buds were protected by a foam net bag.The branches are extremely high, and dozens of them are kept in cut-off liter mineral water bottles. We have a hunch that one day someone will hit it, and this tragedy should happen soon.At this moment, there is a faint fragrance of roses.

Little Pangpang in front of the library passed away. She died among the flowers. It is said that she was over seven years old.I saw pictures of her with a crabapple on her head, gnawing leftover apples, lotus leaves, and small leaves.I saw them put the cats in the box, and the students made mourning, and many people seemed to be forced to mourn.She, well, maybe I talked to her.

Xiao Mo asked me to help to bury Rose.I held this bunch with my hands, the rose branch stabbed me tenderly, and two flowers and leaves fell off during the process of taking it out, she took out fifteen and wrapped them up carefully, it was so beautiful.We tied up the remaining clump again, fearing that it would not be able to stand against the corner of the table.

(End of this chapter)