It's a diary

Chapter 123 3.9
It's Thursday.I just finished the last period of evening self-study this week, so I can sleep in tomorrow night.

Not surprisingly, the classroom was chosen as the examination room.Fortunately, the books can be placed at the back of the classroom, so I don’t have to work hard to move the pile of books back and carry them back.

In fact, there weren’t many books at all, but I brought a bunch of extracurricular books with me.

Night self-study session after session, I always have to find something else to do to pass the time that is not long but not short.

Most of the time, those books are just properly placed in the corner of the desk.I seldom read them now, but I still like to keep them in front of me and keep them with me.

When I was studying in Beiyu, it was probably because our seniors in the first two classes did very well in the exams. In the first two years, the school installed wooden cabinets behind each classroom to put our books. .

By the graduation season, my mentality was getting better and better, and I became more and more open-minded no matter what it was.

I read more books and learned some interesting knowledge from them.

There are more and more books brought to school, and so are the essays and short stories written. Slowly, more and more.

There are so many that it can’t be placed on the corner of the table, and there are so many that they have been stacked in a thick pile...

After that, I put the books in the cabinet into the empty table next to me and my drawer, freeing up the cabinet for extracurricular books.

Then, there were more and more books in the cabinet.

I bought more new books and brought many novels that I had purchased before.

Hippopotamus also likes to read. To be more precise, he probably likes to read novels.

We hit it off immediately and borrowed some of each other's books that we had never read before.

After that, more and more people came to me to borrow books and read them.Maybe they just want to relax in those boring, stressful, and stressful days.

By the end of the first semester, there should be more than 20 books brought to school by me and Hippo.

None of us chose to take those books home that semester.

I find it troublesome, and she is afraid that her mother will talk about her if she takes it back.

One afternoon, I spared the last self-study class to pack up my and her books.

I wiped the covers and sides of the books with wet wipes, and then put them into those huge black plastic bags.I put on several layers and stuffed it back into the grid.

……

Then comes a new semester.The days of the new semester are as fast as driving at double speed, and the rainy season is over in the blink of an eye.In the blink of an eye, summer is here.

I left without even saying goodbye.

I don’t want to say “goodbye”, I just want to say goodbye.

The days always go so fast.For example, all of a sudden, the fourth week is coming to an end.

Before I came to school, I figured out when I would have a holiday and when I could go back to Beiyu.

seven weeks.

Even though I liked this number very much, at that time I still felt that this number was too far away.

However, now that it has passed, it is still a little more than half.

I wanted to say it last night, but a sudden toothache disrupted my thoughts.

What I wanted to say yesterday becomes fragmented again when I think about it today.

But I remember, I wanted to say, that I finished copying "Shanglin Fu" for the second time on Tuesday.

As of today, the third "Shanglin Fu" is only a little over one paragraph away from being copied.I was supposed to finish writing today, but I don’t know why, but I always felt like I couldn’t settle down, and I kept making typos, so I stopped writing.

Tomorrow, I will finish writing it tomorrow.By around [-] o'clock last night, my teeth no longer hurt so much.The swelling has subsided a little to this day.I won’t cry in pain like yesterday.

Because I couldn't sleep because of the pain last night, I re-read a few old short stories.

My favorite is definitely the 2017.5B article "Never, Never Island" in EGGER Magazine

I told you this short story a few days ago.

I saw it when I was 17 and loved it very much.One of the few magazines that I chose to purchase at that time.

Yilin, Hanabi, Egger...the novels serialized in these magazines were so popular back then.

I have bought so many magazines that I don’t know where to start.

But one day, I split those books into pages, folded them into airplanes, and folded them into paper cranes...

The paper airplane flew out of the window. There was a moment of freedom, but it would not last long.They can get stuck in the loquat or egg fruit trees downstairs, or they can fall to the ground.

As for the thousand paper cranes.

In fact, I don’t know how to fold paper cranes. I had to do it with Bian Bian and my neighbor’s sister who was younger than me.

Another day, I stuffed the textbooks that the school had distributed and the magazines into my snakeskin bag.

My mother asked, "You don't want them anymore, do you?"

I replied: "No more."

She probably couldn't believe it: "Don't you want the history book too?"

"Ah."

No more, I don’t want anything anymore.

I remembered that short story half a year ago and I couldn't forget it. It won't be long before I remember it.

A few days ago, I remembered that after watching it for the first time, I couldn't help but watch it over and over again.

It's like I plug in my headphones every night, listen to music and write these words.Those songs were always playing in the headphones, and I was still talking the same nonsense I wanted to say.

Especially in the past few days, I have posted on the second-hand trading platform and Weibo asking for things.

at last.

I was lucky enough to receive the 2017.5B magazine from EGGER.

I remembered that many years ago, I found this magazine in a bookstore and decided to buy it.

At that time, I didn’t understand and was very curious about what it was like in a place where summer never ends.

When I grew up and studied geography, I realized that it is the area south of the equator and north of it.

Summer in Beiyu can be considered long, but it does not end forever.It has winter, although this winter is so short and not worth mentioning compared with the long cold winter in the north.

Bougainvillea trees are planted almost everywhere in Beiyu Island. There are also bougainvillea flower walls in Beiyu Island, and there are also stray cats...

I can speak Cantonese and eat seafood... It’s just that I’m stupid. I have always been able to understand but not speak; I can only eat but not peel.

I read the Weibo of the author of that short article.

She said she would write that short story into a novel.I am happy, very happy.

Since I can’t get that one yet.But, it's just a matter of time.sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)