It's a diary

Chapter 143 4.11
Tuesday is over, and two-thirds of the most difficult day of the week has passed.

Every night when I was doing my reckoning, I felt that the day was so long and so hard, but when I opened my eyes, the day seemed to go at double speed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the day is over.

Today, the city is still shrouded in fog, and there are still thin strands of rain floating in the sky, making everything wet.No one is chasing and fighting anymore. After all, the ground is so slippery. Even if you walk normally, you have to be careful, otherwise...

This is completely different from the Qingzhou that I imagined, with the sun burning like fire and always being passionate and unrestrained.

But even so, I can still say with absolute certainty: I like this city. ——Because it gave me a legitimate reason to leave Beiyu.

I met a lot of people in this once strange city, and as time went by, there were more "stories" about me in this city.

The world is too big and there are too many people.

I am so small, like a grass.

Are all people like this?
People are like this.

At least I am.

During evening self-study tonight, I leaned against the wall and slowly turned my pen to play.Then, four and ten minutes into a class, the pen fell off no less than five times.

At first I was spinning a fountain pen, but after dropping it twice, even though I was terribly annoyed, I put it away and switched to another water-based pen to spin.

This time when I went back, I brought a pen.

In fact, I haven't written with a pen for a long, long time, so long that I can't remember exactly how long it was.

Such sudden contact again, it feels so strange and strange.

But fortunately, I started writing last night, and today I feel like I’m slowly getting started.

Yesterday, after I wrote a short sentence, I didn't know why I had a seizure, so I started writing the three words "why" in the free space. As I wrote, the three words "why" turned into "why" "Two words.

Don’t “why” and “why” all mean the same thing?

Why, why, why, why...

I really want to ask why.But I didn’t know what I wanted to ask, let alone who to ask.

The word "why" was densely packed on the manuscript paper.On the top of the manuscript paper, there are a few words that overlap with the title. Even if you look at it carefully for a long time, you may not be able to tell what is written.

It was written: "Why such wrong payment?"

Today, the word "Shang Bin" is written.

Guests of honor, guests of honor, everyone who comes is a guest of honor.

This is the sentence that flashed through my mind.

tomorrow.I probably won’t write anything tomorrow.

It's not that I don't want to write, it's that I only brought a pen, not ink... and the ink I bought didn't arrive.I don’t know what I thought at first.

At that time, I suddenly became bored.

I rarely do this now, but sometimes, I still can't control it.

I still like the warm climate, the blue sky and the sea, and eating fruit as a meal...

Based on the above points, I think I will never leave my hometown for too long.

I'm not living a bad life, and some of the episodes in my life are even particularly interesting, but I think this doesn't seem to be happiness.

Life seems to be no different from Beiyu.Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

It's just that it's a bit like being trapped here. You can't go wherever you want. In the limited space, you can't even raise a flower or a small succulent.

But, for now, I am very happy.

My classmates and I grabbed the train tickets, and in a few days, we will have train tickets to go out for fun! Sure enough, as long as we don't face these bad things at school, we can be happy.

Ann!
(End of this chapter)